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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 ­čÖé

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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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Last Midnight

Last midnight
I cycled through the night from north to south
To see the dream realised with my own eyes
That daylight will return to our shores tomorrow
They cried no misery no slavery no colour codes on the block
They cheered no poverty no hierarchy no differences on the block
They assured, hush, we walk on unshackled land
Be proud of where you stand
Keep freedom alive

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Silence

She puts her finger to her lips, a gentle hush cascading in a fine spray of saliva. Silence ensues, but for a split second only. The chatter resumes, a gigantic wave crashing over the rocks of her bay.

She sighs, wondering what would seal the babbling mouths for the duration. One hour is a long time for the lips to cease their hovering, muttering, babbling existence. She continues her vigil, standing erect as she surveys the vicinity for more blabbermouths. Why won’t they listen? she wonders.

“Assembly is adjourned. Students, please return to your respective classes.” Finally, she thinks, leaving.

Another 100-word blurb, on the prefects on Catholic High ­čÖé

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The Pessimist

Write a composition of about 350 words on the following topic:
Describe a person who hurt you.

Why do you hate him?
He hurt me, scarred me, tore me to pieces, left me to rot.
Who is he?
I will not say, will not tell, the past is the past, leave it be in the past.
Why now?
Pessimism is a disease, contagious, dangerous.
My pen my sword, I carve this creature on paper, bitter taste still lingering in my mouth.

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