Flower Man

 “You’ll be around, yeah?”

Ugh, it's that time of the year already?

“See you then. Don’t be late!”

I still couldn’t refuse, after all these years.

Closing my phone, the sight of my room entered my vision. Shelves of unsorted novels, unmade bed, food containers on the floor, cracked mirror; there’s tons to criticize, but I never bothered to. It’s only when he’s around that I started to be conscious of it, although it never amounted to more than mild discomfort and anxiety. After confirming that I did in fact have a dress proper enough, I threw myself to the bed, failing to hit the pillow. Staring at the ceiling, with my hands blocking the direct light from the evening lamp, I thought to myself if it was worth polishing my nails just this time.

Sniper

 “If the third time wasn’t the charm, I doubt the fourth time will be.”

Such a thought crossed my mind as I braced myself to open an unfamiliar door. The stagnant air and silent vibe only confirmed my suspicion - it’s going to be one sad, lonely room. In this small room with only a bed, a table and a wardrobe, I unpacked what little I have and made it look similar to my previous room. I guess I was just used to dormitory life. As I was moving my books to the drawer under the table, I found that the previous room owner had left something heavy.

An airsoft gun with scope, complete with ammo at the back.

A Moment of Decision

    He thought no one would hear him cry, if it was by the river.

    A gentle yet frail hand patted his back, and after what felt like months of tears and agony, he lifted his head. The roar of the river bombarding his senses still, he could not figure out who was there. A pull; and he was dragged quite a short ways away from the water. He took a moment to regain himself, before realizing the frail, old woman out of breath.

Unflinching

Sometimes, I found her face peculiar.

Not long after my family moved and I changed schools, I stumbled upon a girl my age on my way back home. The road was long but properly taken care of - someone could use a bike to follow the road down from school to my house without cycling even once, and would get there quickly. I didn’t have a bike, though, so my trip home is more of a long stroll. Halfway through this road, there is a field with a large tree on one side, and a short way to a cliff from another. One could sit under the tree’s cooling shade and still marvel at the sky on the other side. It is there I found her.

She was holding up sandwiches to the sky.

Hand-in-hand Forever

“You look good!”, my housemate announced to the entire block. “What are you up to?”

“Stop grinning,” my cheeks burning red, from both flattery and embarrassment. I suppose it is deserved; I haven’t pulled this dress out of the wardrobe for months now. That being said, it's not like I can compare to her looks on Friday nights. “Just meeting old friends, Han.”

“A guy?”

“A guy,” I half-whispered. “Stop grinning!”

“I’m just glad you’re going out again, dear. After, you know..”

Card Game: Drain

Another card game I thought of, when we're chilling in cafe.

What you need: A deck of poker cards

Players: 2 players (have yet to test on 3+ player gameplay)

How to play:
To set up the game, shuffle the deck and give each player 5 cards. Put the remaining deck in the middle.
The goal of the game is to take turn to guess your opponent's cards. If your opponent lose all their cards (by being guessed) you win.

He's My Brother

Big Fishes' Carnival at The Lake - He’s My Brother

I was trying to recall the day I met my brother.

The first thing that came to mind was the freezing wind. From all the difficult walks and all the struggle through numerous natural formations, I can’t remember anything as clear as the raging blizzard that surrounded us – it was the first time that I felt anything, anything else. I remembered seeing the blinding white fading away, much like my own consciousness. I remembered how the cold is sinking to my bones the way I was sinking into the snow. I remembered someone shouting my name – I was with another guy – before all the white turned pitch-black.