Category Archives: Books

Books & Literature

The Reader

Imagine you are sixteen and you have been reading books for as long as you can remember. Reading stories. Words were magic. Sentences were magic weaved into spells. And what kept you spellbound were stories, for hours at end. Your father used to take you to the state library every Saturday and you would borrow

The Next Book: Vote for Your Favourite Story!

It’s been a while since my last e-book… make that almost FOUR years ago. I keep meaning to compile a few stories, design a cover and pdf the whole thing – easy-peasy, right? Maybe not. So, to ensure another four years doesn’t disappear before my fourth e-book turns up, I’m asking you, dear readers, for

I Want Neil Gaiman’s Library

I want Neil Gaiman’s library. I mean, can you blame me? Neat rows of books on seemingly endless hardwood shelves. O what would I give in Neil Gaiman’s library to dwell! . . All we have are our stacks of books and comics and magazines on the floor (travel, food, fantasy, history and other random

Why Did the Chicken Go For A Reading?

. Q: Why did the chicken go for a reading? A: To have its fortune told. . It’s like returning to Wonderland, if you were ever Alice, that is. It is not like returning home, for this is not home. Home is a place where I want to be alone, where I am a kingdom

Little Red

. “Little Red, Little Red, open the door and let me come in.” Who does he think I am, a silly piglet waiting for the slaughter? Nay, I would not be that foolhardy. I know what men are like. Animals. Sweet words drip like honey from stolen combs; there’ll be a price to pay later

The Far Side of Forever

. You like this picture of me. I don’t know why; I dislike it myself — it’s not the most flattering, it betrays all my flaws and insufficiencies. But you tell me it’s your favourite and I believe you. Do you see past all my imperfections or do you just not care about them? Some

This Used to be Happiness

. I have to find you. The morning has turned cold on us. Dark clouds, a shade of sorrow splashed across the heavens. Grey is a feeling, no? It will rain soon enough. Just enough time to drive out and buy breakfast. The warm slabs of chee cheong fun and a big bowl of tau