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Live

When I live, I will live;
That when I die, I will die
So I may again live.

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Missing Justuscreek

I chanced upon tonight
The words of a fellow blogger
Who once stopped by
And gave my words a ponder

A heartfelt analysis he gave
Of each and every line
He said he liked that prose
And I was truly inspired

Time has passed since
I last made his acquaintance
When I sought his blogs to view
Those links were alas broken

One would know the poignance
As the disappearance of an old friend
Since there’s no trace of this fellow writer
I’ll dedicate this to him then

Yet if anyone knows or who have seen
The persona called justuscreek
Who blogged at conrad1899
Drop me a message or a line! 😉

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Oudegracht 109

“Where is the place he took that picture at?”

She was in the middle of a bustling sidewalk with two of his best friends. It was a cool summer evening and they were along the canal at one of the busiest parts of the city.

“Well… it’s kinda difficult to know exactly where, they all look the same. And I don’t have that picture with me right now,” one of them pondered.

“I don’t have it either,” she sighed.

It had been an entirely busy time before she made the trip to where he lived, and she wanted to be at that very place he had taken the photograph and sent her two years ago. One of the few photographs he had sent her, before he left them. It was too sudden, that accident was too much of a tragedy, and she had too few places she could treasure the memory of him.

She was exasperated that she had forgotten to save that photograph in her phone before the flight, but then again, time was always a troublemaker. And now, she could not do anything about it. All she could do was stand there, feeling defeated.

Trying to make light of the situation, the other friend started telling a joke about the names of the shops and she soon forgot that sense of defeat.


A year later, she was reminded of that photograph again. Taking a closer scrutiny this time, she discovered that she could vaguely make out the name of the restaurant in the picture. She quickly searched that name and located its details on a map. Then, using the street view function, she finally located the spot that provided the view closest to his perspective.

“Pearle Opticians… Unit 109!” she exclaimed. But what she noticed next made her gasp.

Right across from 109 was the very place she had conceded defeat a year ago.


He gazed out at the city he was to live in, with its lively canal ambience, then he took out his phone. Raising it to his eye, he made a picture. Then, he lowered his phone and scrutinised the photograph he had made. He smiled at it, then looked back up across the canal, still that smile on his face.

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Discovery Prompt: Hidden

I like to keep myself
Behind my words, for a
Little mystery stokes a
Wider imagination.

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Welcome Back

Today I did it –
Pulled the plug (just for a while)
For some much-needed
Attention on the writings
That matter.

Does it matter, if I
Pulled the plug (just for a while)
I’m not sure, but for that
Sense of time in space
Perhaps, maybe, so.

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Why Don’t We Stay

I know it’s late
I know you’re weary
The stars were above us
As you lay with me

Your arm against mine
The grass pricked our skin
We’re longing for shelter
From all that we see

That’s Orion’s Belt
You pointed faraway
You told me its history
We’ll never forget that day

We’ve got tonight
Who needs tomorrow
We’ve got tonight babe
Why don’t we stay.

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Nimble Year of the Rat

Here’s to new beginnings and a brilliant and lively Lunar Year of the Rat. 😉

2020 Lunar New Year eCard (Awl Scribe)

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To Light

Wishing one and all an illuminated Christmas filled with the brightest love.

Awl Scribe Christmas 2019
(Photo Location: Haeundae Beach, Busan, South Korea)

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Glass

I hadn’t written in a while so I asked for a muse and got ‘glass’. Glass it is.

He lifted the glass to his lips and took a drink. Soft ambience music and quiet voices of other customers around him threatened to mingle with his thoughts.

Alone in a foreign city, he was a traveller between worlds, a dreamer lost in his conquests.

“Your glass looks lonely.”

He looked up as a female voice said quietly. It was matter-of-fact yet bore a hint of conspiracy, almost a whisper in his ear.

He hadn’t noticed her before, but there she was, gazing at him with a smile, sitting a few stools away, her drink held between her fingers with casual poise.

“Well then, it would be a pleasure if your glass could keep it company.”

“Don’t mind if it does.”

She walked over, placing her glass carefully beside his.

“It seems to be almost empty.”

“Yeah, it’s been here for a while. Hadn’t done much except to give me a taste of the city thus far.”

“And do you like what you have tasted?”

She looked at him as she tilted the contents in her glass between the parting of her lips.

“Mostly.”

“But there is more to the city than what your glass has to offer.”

“I’m sure there is.”

“Maybe I can show you… around.”

“That would be most delightful. And I’m sure my glass no longer needs my company now that it has yours for that.”

She laughed a little, a wink of amusement in her eyes, then both of them stepped out of the bar into the night, while his glass and hers remained, out of sight.

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Propitious Year of the Pig

Wishing one and all bountiful inspirations in the Lunar Year of the Pig. 🙂

2019 Lunar New Year eCard (Awl Scribe)

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