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Short Story: Stifling Heat

Genre: slice of life

It was stifling. No matter how deeply she breathed, she still felt like she wasn’t taking anything in. The heat pressed on her from all sides, leaving no space for relief.

She couldn’t take it anymore.

With a gasp, she threw the heavy blankets off her. Cold air rushed over her and she gulped the air like she was drowning.

“That’s what a sauna feels like,” her friend said.

“Your sister pays to do this?”

“Yup. My mum too.”

“Adults are crazy.”

“I don’t want to grow up.”

“Me too.”

He jumped to his feet.

“I’ll be a kid forever!”

She bounced on the bed.

“Me too!”

Outside, two amused mums peeped through the gap in the door. Remembering the same promise they made to each other many years back.

How things had changed. Yet some things remained the same.



Short Story: Two Seconds

Genre: slice of life


She looked away for two seconds, and when she looked back her pristine garden was completely trashed.

It took her longer than that to get over her shock and get very angry.

She grabbed her two offsprings by the ear before they escaped.



Short Story: School Days

Genre: slice of life
Inspired by the prompts evoke and study.


The smell of Milo hit him before he even stepped into the room. It was the smell of school days. Of mountains of homework. Of his parents watching him and his siblings like prison guards so they didn’t escape before they completed all their exercises. Of mugs of Milo brewed as bribery to convince them to stay a little longer and write a little more.

He took an involuntary step back before he remembered. He wasn’t the one with endless piles of homework now.

Schooling a schadenfreude grin into a more commiserating smile, he stepped inside.

“I don’t want to write anymore.”

“My hand’s going to fall off.”

Ah. It was nice to be a grownup.



Short Story: The Cloth

Genre: family, slice of life

“We need to tell Mummy.”


“Tell me what?”

The twin brothers gasped and twisted around to find their mother at the door. The older brother lifted the cloth to show her. The younger brother hid the cloth behind him.

Caught in two directions, the tear on the cloth widened until it split the cloth into two.

Both boys released a strangled cry.

“He did it!”

“It was an accident!”

She hid a smile as her two boys guiltily presented the two pieces. The boys hadn’t destroyed anything important. The cloth was just leftover scraps from her recent work. What was more important was what the boys did to the cloth.

“Tell me what happened.”


Short Story: Drink Duty

Genre: slice of life


They had begun the day with a fridge filled to bursting with cold drinks.

By noon, their ample supply had dwindled into one meagre bottle. Certainly not enough to last them through the afternoon heat.

Someone would need to go out and restock.

“We’re out of drinks,” she announced.

The rest of the household groaned from where they flopped in the living room.

“Who’s next on drink duty?”

One arm waved lazily over the back of the couch.

“Me. But it’s so ho~t. Can you do it? Pretty please?”

Normally, she wouldn’t mind lending a helping hand, but normally, it wasn’t fry-eggs-on-road scorching outside.

“Better get going.” She shook her bottle. The last bottle. “Because I’m not sharing.”


Short Story: A Long Line of Snails

Genre: slice of life, humour
Written to match a drawing I drew for Inktober last month.


There was a long line of snails marching across his front yard.

If that wasn’t strange enough, half of them had costumes. One had the smallest sunglasses in the world, another had the tiniest hat, and there was one that… he didn’t know what those pointy things were supposed to be.

It was a pretty amazing sight. It made him want to disrupt it just to see what would happen.

He crouched down and reached for a snail.



Short Story: Talentless Determination

Genre: slice of life


In every field, there would always be people who were great, and those who were exceptional

-ly bad.

“It’s ok. You can stop now.”

“I got this,” the student pedaled furiously as she tried to mold the clay into anything other than a shapeless clump. All that did was shoot clay everywhere like a machine gun.

“No really, please stop.”

“I got this.”

He touched her shoulder. She stopped.

“Stop here today. There’s no point continuing when you’re so flustered.”

“But I’m not done yet.”

And she would never be at the rate she was going.

“There’s always next time.”

If she decided to come back. He didn’t mind either way. More money was good, but surely she had other talents to cultivate?



Short Story: Thorny Little Problem

Genre: slice of life


Everyone had a thorn in their side. His came in the shape of a little girl with thorny protrusions on her left arm.

He took a deep breath, then stepped out into the living room.

“Good morning, uncle!” His little niece threw her arms around his middle. The thorns dug into his side. Something tore.

“Good morning.” He patted her head. “What are you doing today?”

She happily chattered about her upcoming playdate. He nodded along and looked at her while trying very hard not to stare at the thorns.

One more week, and they would have the surgery to remove their ‘thorny little problem’.

He snickered to himself.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. Let’s eat. I’m hungry.”


Short Story: One Night Food Market

Genre: slice of life, spiritual


For one night, the church was transformed into a glorious food market. Stalls of homemade cuisines from all over the world filled the space, gathered for the sake of raising funds to support those making a difference in other countries and the local community.

All the stalls had prominent banners and price tags, except one. Simple, slightly burnt cookies sat price-less on the table as a group of four stood behind.

“How much are these?” people asked.

“As much as you want to contribute to saving lives,” they answered.

Some gave little, some gave much. They carefully collected the money in a little box.

Once, they were broken people trapped in a lonely life going nowhere. Then a group of strangers stepped into their lives and saved them from themselves. The cookies weren’t much, but it was their way of returning the favour.


Short Story: Not Worth

Genre: slice of life
Inspired by the prompt visceral.


His mind wanted it, but his body rebelled.

“Sir?” the waitress prompted.

“No, thank you.”

The waitress nodded and walked away to serve her tray of canapé to another guest. He watched the soft shell crabs go and tried to ignore the tingling on his lips from his last allergic reaction.

A few moments of bliss was not worth an eternity of death.


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