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Dominus
Don Isidro sat on his chair at his home office, and in front of him where three bottles of single-malt whiskeys of different brands: a Macallan 1926, a Glenfiddich’s 50-year old, and a Highland Park 50-year old.
All three he had been saving for...
The ruins
PROLOGUE
Dr. Ahmad was barred in an old, rusted and darkened room in extreme solitude with his face laid down on the sand. The only source of light was coming from the scattered peepholes on the walls. With a heavy-head lifted in agony, he...
Lights of different colours
Christy dabs her eyes to dry her tears with the flannelette sheet as she pulls it up to her neck, tucking herself in tightly against the creeping chill of Hong Kong’s winter. From her space under the laundry bench, between the washing machine...
Live to leave, leave to live
“You don’t need time?” He repeated looking straight at the lady’s eyes.
“I am already decided, sir” she responded without even thinking for a second.
“I can give you a week to decide, you know” he said as he searched for the calendar app of...
Cyn’s Dream
The Fēilǜbīn was among the 12 Inner Colonies that adopted the Treaty on the Prohibition of Human Transplantation and Reconfiguration, affirming its stand to eliminate practices that involves altering and transferring human memories.
“We can only go so far as a race—this is where...
Time for Rest
Hi, Edson! Sorry for the late reply. I only just saw your message. I accept your challenge! Your request for a ghost story to share with our friends is apt and timely, it being near Halloween and all, but I’ll go you one...
