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Watery Memories

Watery Memories…

While going through my files, I realised that the Watery Memories I had posted previously was the first draft and not the final version that I submitted to Reader’s Digest back in 2014. So… here is the version that I submitted 🙂

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Lullaby

It’s another long weekend, nobody’s online. I guess everyone’s hitting the books but I need a little downtime. Just a bit of time out after what I’ve been through these few days and nights. Suddenly “It’s Quiet Uptown” from Hamilton plays in my mind, this tiny earbug slowly humming a lullaby, and I have the urge to write.

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Dreams to dust and dust to dreams

I haven’t been writing since February, I think, and as I type these few lines my finger joints creak from sparse use on the keyboard and from the stiff posture it maintains as a student’s hand, the right forever ready to curl back to caressing a non-existent pen, the left hand calloused from the fingering of steel strings. My mind is desperate, flying before I can unfurl my fledgling wings. I have to publish this today.

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Graduation

I’ll miss the old days
The dog days
The get up and talk and shout and laugh days

I’ll miss the fun days
The long days
The talking to them all day every day play days

I’ll miss the books upon sleepy heads
The secret snacks under tables and chairs
The chalked names and hearts pierced by arrowheads
The toilet breaks we went on in pairs

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Hymn At Half Mast

The original, verbose version of Last Midnight.

The Gale’s Tale
Last midnight
I bade farewell to my sister as her tears fell
Couldn’t comfort her, didn’t tell
Preyed on by the whispers of the wind
They howled of storms of gales of metal birds clouding the sky
They wailed of shot of gunfire of cannonballs clouding the sky
I said hush, all hibiscus wilt someday
Be a virtuous wife
Take care to stay alive

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513

Disclaimer/Trigger warning: This is a work of fiction based on true stories from those who witnessed the tragedy of May 13 1969. My sincere apologies if the perspective of this narrative is unfavorable to you, or has caused unwanted upset and sadness.

Paragraphs in quotation boxes are from true conversations with my teacher in the process of penning this piece.

Write a composition of about 350 words on the following topic:

Describe a disaster that you experienced.

Disaster? Are we all going to pen tsunamis and earthquakes?

It doesn’t have to be by hand of natural causes, but it has to be catastrophic, sky high body counts, losses amassed…

You want to see gore
You want to see tears pour
You want to see blood on our shores

I’ll let you have it.

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