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The Inquisition

“How deep does it go?”

“Deep as possibly imaginable
So deep it might hit
A very sensitive spot
In your soul.”

“Teach me how to strum it.”

“I would first let you hold it, and
Feel its thickness; then
I would pleasure you, starting slowly
Building up more and harder, using
My instrument.”

“Show me.”


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The Proposition

“Come live with me;
I wanna show you my basement.”

“That’s dangerous.
We could become so consumed with all there is.”

“Yes we would.
One might lose one’s mind.”

“I am ready.”


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Everred – Epilogue (Excerpt)

Intense, her memories
Unwavering, his feelings
Their worlds that meet
Yet pass, colliding.

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Everred – The Journey I (Excerpt)

His eyes flickered and he looked up immediately. She smiled.

“Did you forget me already?”

Her eyes met his and his gaze softened momentarily as he took in the features of her face. She blushed and broke away. He grinned.

“Hey babe… it’s good to see you.”

“Awesome turnout here… almost gave up trying to get in.”

“Did you now,” he said, giving her a conspiratorial wink.

Something in that exchange gave her a strange, distant feeling; instinctively she retreated.

“Look, wait for me, I’ll be done in a while… we need to catch up. Same number?”

In reply, she took out her phone and held it out, then leaned closer towards him. He grinned and obliged. As she took the shot she whispered, “Yes.” Then, turning towards him, she returned his wink with a slight tilt of her head before picking up the signed album and walking away. He gazed out after her as she did, a slight smile on his face, then recomposed himself, bestowing the next waiting fan a nod and his signature smile.

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Everred – Prologue (Excerpt)

One of them caught his eye and flashed him a warm smile which he instinctively returned. Taking it as a sign, she eased over past the rest of the girls and the loud music.

“May I sit down?”

“Please do.”

He straightened his back then leaned back into the couch, draping his arm along its length as she lowered herself beside him. She looked out at her dancing companions and smiled.

“Congratulations on your concert again.”

“Thanks; my boys and I are always amazed.”

“Well, everyone loves you.”

He laughed, then took another sip from his glass. He could feel the warmth of her body against his side as the music blasted in the background.

“I hope they love my music too.”

She laughed, turning to look at him amusedly. “Well of course they do!” Then leaning closer, she whispered into his ear, “I love your music too.” He caught a whiff of the faint scent of her perfume and felt the softness of her curves against his body, and was uncomfortably aware of his latent desires. Hastily he got up, forcing a reassuringly charming smile as he looked down at her.

“Well I’m glad and thank you. Now if you’ll excuse me for a while.”

Turning away from the exquisite bemused thing, he made his way towards the door, stopping only occasionally to acknowledge the congratulatory thumps on his back and clinks of glasses. He placed his glass on the ledge of the bar, then reached out to grasp the door handle, giving it a firm twist to let in a sharp blast of air.

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(I Hate This) Love Song – part three

He pushed his fork into the spaghetti and twirled it, then pulled up the caught strands and put them slowly into his mouth as I watched, enthralled at the carefulness with which he ate, thinking how much like a little boy he resembled at that instance. Chewing as carefully, he looked up to meet my gaze and I smiled.

“How’s my recommendation? The food’s good isn’t it?”

“Yeah I like it. Coffee’s great too.”

“I come here to feel young all over again,” he grinned. “But seriously, that it is a social enterprise warrants our support.” “Now I can’t wait for dessert,” I grinned back.

I put my spoon down and took a sip of my ristretto. Warm lighting bouncing off the creamy-white walls amidst the already rowdy ambience of the cosy cafe, and it was barely lunch time. Outside, lush green trees threw shadowy patterns onto the stony sidewalk while bright blue skies beckoned in the distance. It would be a beautiful albeit sweltering day.

Returning to his presence, my eyes met his. He held my gaze, unwavering and steadfast, a slight smile curling up the corner of his lips. I felt uncomfortably aware of myself and wondered what he saw in my eyes. He did not turn away, still motionless yet relaxed, and I began to squirm inside. Flustered, I broke off abruptly and looked away.

He didn’t.

He was still looking. Still stripping me down layer by layer, slowly but surely, till finally I stood before him, bare to my being and naked to my soul.

I took his gaze again, pleading with him to stop. Stop rendering me helpless. Helpless to prevent myself from sinking deeper into his eyes. Eyes that drown out the world, that everything ceases to exist except the two of us.

“I’ll get them to serve our desserts now,” he said finally. I let out a breath, and he laughed and winked.

“What are you thinking?”

“Just wondering…”

Desserts came, a pretty arrangement of sweets and ice. I picked up my dessert spoon as he did. Then he stopped.

“Such a heavenly view.”

I’m gonna give you my heart
I don’t care –
Even if you tear me apart
I want to die in your arms.


– End of part three –

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(I Hate This) Love Song – part four

Had done this some time ago but was waiting for part three to kick in. I guess part four’s a rebel that ran away with me.


Funny how the simplest things are always the toughest.

Wryly, I pressed the knob on my phone and watched the screen light up for the umpteenth time then wane again. I sighed and turned my attention to the mangled slip on the table. The faded numbers called out, familiar yet distant.

I’m too old for this, I griped silently. I turned the screen back on and unlocked it. The message I composed looked up and I stared down at it a while before I keyed in those crumpled digits.

Then I sent it.

For the rest of the day I immersed myself in work, refusing to give in to my curiosity. Yet when I finally checked my phone, still a tinge of disappointment with the non-reply. “Well, at least I’ve done what he asked.” With impending deadlines, I quickly shelved the incident from my mind to focus on them.

“… so with the new tone that the client’s looking at, we’ll have to tweak the copy a bit…” Another meeting with more edits. I was taking notes on my phone almost frantically when an incoming call interrupted my fingers. Apologetically, I excused myself and placed the phone to my ear, walking briskly out of the room.

“Hello? Sorry, who’s this?”

“Ah. Hang on please.”

I could hear two voices in the background as I waited, then a rustle and someone spoke.


I froze.

“Hey it’s you. Good to hear from you. I was thinking you might not have gotten my message.”

“Yes, I got it. Sorry I didn’t reply till now; it’s been hectic.”

“I can imagine. So yep, ankle’s fine, no worries.”

He laughed; that nasal, deep chuckle.

“But there’s one part of the message I didn’t quite get. You said you didn’t mean to ask for my autograph?”

“Oh… er, it’s a long story, but never mind. It’s good anyway.” Damn, shouldn’t have added that in.

“So you didn’t want my autograph?”

“Er… no, that’s not what I meant! I mean er… ahh…” I was tongue-tied with the sudden need to explain, worsened by the knowledge that the whole meeting entourage was waiting for me.


“Erm…. can I call you back? I’m….um, actually in a meeting.”

“Ah, sorry to interrupt. Yes, you can call me at this number any time today.”

“Okay. Sorry about this. I’ll get back to you.”

“Sure. Hear from you then.”

“Alright, bye.”


– End of part four –

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