Even before receiving my acceptance letter, I knew that UNITEN has its own equestrian club. For those who don’t know, it’s the club where people ride around on horses. It’s proudly advertised on the main website. Only upon coming to UNITEN did I realize that the club was inactive, the only four-legged animals prowling the campus being cats, stray dogs, monitor lizards and the occasional otter, which I have never personally seen, but multiple friends of mine have me convinced that they exist. I never intentionally set out to find what I did that day. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
she said to herself….that things would be a lot easier if she vanished… She was fading away… She didn’t say a word, but she kept smiling on the outside. She felt that her world was falling apart… She wanted to be unilluminated, isolated and quiet but circumstances wouldn’t allow her to do so…
Alice looked at her hands in horror. The crimson-colored liquid flowed through her hands. Five dead bodies were laying in front of her. The sight before her caused her to tremble like a leaf. It was an eerie scene as there was a pool of blood surrounding her. The knife on her lap looked dull and useless yet it can cause death.
She wanted to scream for help but her voice did not come out. She crept towards the dead body nearest to her, wrapping her arms around it and held it as close as she could to her body. She did it delicately as if it was a piece of glass that could break at any moment.
“Let’s go out tonight,” K suggests, cutting his chicken into small pieces before stuffing them inside his mouth.
It is lunch time and S had just finished his English class. It was his last class for this semester and the only reward that he wants right now is a good long sleep. But he knows that he won’t be getting any since he has another assignment to be finished tonight.
But, who is he kidding? He has been wrecking his brain to finish the assignment for almost 72 hours and he is not even half finished with the task. The subject is definitely not his forte and the fact that none of his group members know how to do anything is making him ready to dig his own grave so he can escape himself from the responsibility.
He reads the last text message that he received ten minutes ago over and over again, eyes focusing on each letter and sentence as if he is trying to tattoo them across his skin. It is day seven, day seven into his endless misery and sometimes, he wishes he can end this. He wants to end everything or anything but the only way to do that is to take his life away and he knows how God forbids the action.
Throwing the depressing mobile device carelessly onto his bed, he shuffles his way to his study table, taking out his Macbook Air from the drawer. He plops himself down onto the chair, greeting his blank black wallpaper with a soft sigh. He has a lot of stuff to do; endless assignments need to be done and numerous quizzes and tests to be studied for.
Danial was at his 12th-year school reunion. Left and right were familiar, but matured faces of his ex-schoolmates. Some aged well, some… not so much.
He particularly remembered two people from school. One of which was Akmal, who he used to pick on because of his large size. He scoured around, but did not see him. He wanted to give his sincerest apologies.
Another person he remembered was Aimi, his beautiful high school sweetheart. What if she and Akmal ended up together? He chuckled at the thought, and bumped into Akmal, a gorgeous lady by his side.
“Danny! Hello old friend. This is my wife, Hafa,” he introduced.
Danial nodded, blushing at the sight of her rosy cheeks and soft face. He was somewhat relieved she was not Aimi, but was slightly envious of Akmal. Was this Karma?
“Danial!” a familiar voice called. It was Aimi. Age had treated her well.
“And this is my second wife, Aimi.”
Written by: Ahmad Daniel Haziq Mahari Razol Mahari
Thor twiddled the phone in his hands. He had a lot of papers to finish, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to come back home next week since finals were a fortnight away. He looked to his father, Khai, who was cursing at the slow traffic. This would probably be one of the last opportunities for conversation he’d have with his father.
“Hey Abah, how long did you know Mama before you two eloped?”
Khai uncomfortably inched the car forward in the dense traffic. Of all times to be caught in a jam. He swore under his breath.