Declaratives

Declaratives

NTU Creative Writing Competition MARGARET DEVADASON The moon is a streetlight; you lean into its stem. God is a gardener; she welds the soft veins apart. This pavement is a boneyard; I found the river here. That bed is empty; a bird picks through the stones. A stone...
Love for English Breakfast Tea Explained

Love for English Breakfast Tea Explained

NTU Creative Writing Competition SARAH TAN When I visited my Grandma at Uncle Benedict’s place, she never failed to ask whether I wanted tea at 3 in the afternoon. You would think with knowledge she should have acquired by 84, she would be rattling off on the types...
The Sugar Skull Man

The Sugar Skull Man

NTU Creative Writing Competition PAUL VICTOR Excerpts From Stories Unfinished – The Sugar Skull Man And to this end, they were allowed to bring his beloved remains home; to return him to his place of high honor amongst the wind, wild rain and the desperate...
Persian Rugs

Persian Rugs

NTU Creative Writing Competition TIARA BINTE M HAMARIAN Tonight I am a tired black-tailed gazelle resting in the middle of a sea of sangria silk woven by the calloused hands of women nomads of Isfahan. I press my ear onto this sea, and listen through baby fibers for...
When I Grow Up

When I Grow Up

NTU Creative Writing Competition ALEXIS ONG Kong Xiang Ting is twenty-one. She has pretty hair, pretty eyes and a wardrobe of floral dresses and soft cardigans. On top of managing a double degree at NUS, she works as a freelance stylist on weekends and fights actively...