"Who's next?", Hisham asked himself, brush and palette in hand, as he stared at the blank canvas before him.
20191209
Submitted to #MyWriters1stLiner
51 / 2019 (9th - 14th Dec)
A Spoonful of Malaysian Magic
An Anthology — A burong descends from Tansang Kenyalang in the midst of a dire catastrophe. A shapeshifter f...
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An Anthology — A burong descends from Tansang Kenyalang in the midst of a dire catastrophe. A shapeshifter f... -
My parents lived through the cruel Japanese Occupation (1941 - 1945) and the long years of the Communist Emergency (1948 - 1960). They can... -
After more than fifty days under lockdown, my mind seems to be going back in time. Last night I couldn't sleep. As I lay in bed staring ...