Posts Tagged ‘peng tiong’

Heaven and Hell

The streets were a blur as the Boogieman sped past the neighborhood to the church which the reverend preached at. A few moments later, it arrived. Nobody would be dreaming this early. No need to search. The Boogieman moved straight into the church and began looking for the reverend. It was not busy, but also not empty. A small group of men and women remained, chatting by the main door. Three individuals were pra...

Cloud of Doubt

Evelyn: Going to sleep now. Have fun at work! Love you. Paul stared at this particular message on his phone. He was supposed to be working, but nobody really checks on logistics until something goes wrong. The thing he loved about his job was that he did not really have to care. He would do work sometimes, but mostly he would be left on his own. Paul: Alright, sweet dreams. Talk to you soon. &...

Of Dreams and Shadows

Early afternoon, especially in the summer, is always too bright. Paul sat in his study as he stared into the computer screen. One of the sites he visited, Reddit, had started tracking murders committed by the Boogieman. There were 17 so far. Each had comments in the thousands. Some of the victims were police, corrupt council members, and other government workers- yet the list also included mafia members, tycoons, and a f...

Rose

“Maria! Wait up!.” Rose screamed ahead. “Charlie can’t catch up.” “Ah, leave him.” Maria shouted back, not lessening her pace. “Maria!” Rose slowed. She looked behind at her little brother- he was panting hard. Two years behind her was too much for him to keep up. Charlie ran as fast as he could, but only got to her after a few more minutes. Rose held out a hand, but Charlie brushed it aside. “I don’t need your hel...

Martin’s Baggage

Martin was a meticulous man. He had always been that way, as far as he could remember. Pen in front suit pocket, an inch from the left- handkerchief in the right pocket, folded twice. Phone in the left, and wallet hidden inside his jacket. “Crew, prepare the cabin for landing.” The intercom buzzed. Martin checked his briefcase once more- the third time in the last twenty minutes. Notebook in the front compartment, lap...

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