Once upon a time, there lived a kingdom called the Bright Candy Kingdom. In it lived a sweet little princess named Sugar. Sugar loved to bake. Her mean stepmother, the Chili Queen, who was forced to stay with Sugar in the kingdom, hated sweets and wanted everyone to eat spicy food instead.
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Five More Minutes
I opened my eyes.
found my brother mumbling to get up.
I jumped out of bed.
Then came
the monstrous thought of…
“Just five more minutes.”
Recipe for escaping an argument
Recipe for Escaping an Argument
Ingredients
- 1 dramatic sigh (Oscar-worthy)
- 2 fake nods (“Totally, absolutely, mmhmm.”)
- A sprinkle of humour
- 1 emergency distraction (cat video, sudden craving for snacks — use only in emergencies)
- Optional garnish: You suddenly remembered that you had homework.
The Digital Revolution – A Double-Edged Sword
When we say that our world today is undergoing a digital revolution, it is probably the biggest revolution the human race has ever witnessed. Once seen primarily as tools for communication and knowledge, digital devices and the platforms associated with them are now driving a trend where people connect more through social media than with those around them.
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A Writer’s Year!
The page turns, my heart flutters
As words fly and grammar stutters.
The perfect example of a writer’s year.
Price
The cell, rather than a room, reeks of the stench springing up from the surroundings beyond its confinement through the single meagre square vent serving as an open window with triple iron bars within. The pervading odour is aggravated in the aftermath of a downpour, reinforced by the relentless trickles from any of the crevices that gradually tend to burgeon into a small flood along its western perimeter, stirring the dried dirt clinging to the floor into turbid paste, as if reviving the wounds to their rampant smell that have already dried up. But all of it has no troublesome effect on me anymore, as I am just a short-term visitor here, awaiting the footsteps of my death.
Controlled
Quivering hands. A racing heartbeat. Clammy palms.
They were all unmistakable signs of fear.
At that moment, Chloe Maxwell was experiencing every single one of them. Why wouldn’t she be? She had stumbled upon a secret that was never meant to be uncovered – a discovery that could very well cost her everything.
Three months earlier…
Bobby’s Nightmare
Roaring winds banged angrily against the window while Bobby lay awake, staring at the flickering lights. He felt as if someone was watching him.
Tap… tap…
Bobby thought it was just the wind. But the tapping continued.
His fear grew stronger.
Hollowing Silence
Mason hated silence because silence reminded him that nobody in the house really spoke anymore. Ever since his parents divorced, everything felt dead.
His mother dragged herself home exhausted every morning from hospital shifts, barely able to keep her eyes open long enough to ask how school was. Sometimes she forgot what day it was entirely, staring blankly at the kitchen counter with dark circles hanging beneath her eyes while cold coffee sat untouched beside her.
Daddy, May I Have a Taste of This Murder?!
20 years ago:
Funny thing, I used to have this doll when I was six. I used to play with it a lot.
Then the nightmares came.
The same nightmare returned every night. The doll stood beside blood-covered bodies before slowly turning her head towards me. Her eyes were bloodshot and her mouth stained red. Then she would smile and say,
“Daddy, may I have a taste of this murder?!”
Because of this nightmare, I threw the doll away and forgot about it.
Or at least, I thought I did.
Little did I know what would happen twenty years later…