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(Renee Chen) 陳宣穎

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The Netro Express

(Renee Chen) 陳宣穎

Submitted to Contest #83

The weather had become blistering since the beginning of July with the scorching sun illuminating the parched earth daily and persistently. Seldom had I left the accommodation of mine until being called upon to, occasionally by clients eager for vengeance and sometimes by victims of family conflicts. Yet, I accepted each case in willingness, initially, for the high payments, the profession offers and in recent years, for the sensation of thrill each death generates in my mind, akin to an addicting stimulation cocaine produces. Thus, I was...

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A Fading Childhood

(Renee Chen) 陳宣穎

Submitted to Contest #80

When we were kids, Hayato and I used to pretend that we are ninjas. We would dress ourselves in pitch-black kimonos and climb onto the cherry blossoms in the yard of his father’s abode, surveying the village. We made boomerangs out of construction paper and flung them into the laundry bags of the neighbours, chuckling, smiling playfully. Sometimes, late at night when my mind becomes fidgety and I toss around my bunk agitatedly, I can still see Hayato on the tree, the pink petals rattling as he leans against the interlacing branches, his vigo...

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Before the Crack of Dawn

(Renee Chen) 陳宣穎

Submitted to Contest #69

"Father is dying, come home, please.” As I read the first sentence of the letter, I grimaced without bothering to continue reading while I tore it to pieces and threw it into the trash can. A torrent of sunlight poured in from the translucent window on which a thin layer of dust had accumulated. The radiant sun that seldom made upon its appearance in winter illuminated my mahogany desk but failed to brighten my mind. While staring blankly at the picturesque scene of the turquoise sky which was embellished with fleecy, pale clouds, I buried ...

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Together Forever

(Renee Chen) 陳宣穎

Submitted to Contest #61

I had once read an intriguing quote from a novel during my youth, saying, “love leaves a memory no one can steal. Death leaves a headache no one can heal.” Merely had I acknowledged its meaning until I lost everything. “Day 5. Lost in the desert with meagre amount of food supplies. The scorching sun never seemed to set whereas daytimes are perpetual. The golden sand is illuminated by the radiant fireball above our heads while no living creatures are within our sight. The condition seemed unbearable by any mortals. Are you alright, Cassie?”“Y...

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My Brethren from the Stars

(Renee Chen) 陳宣穎

Submitted to Contest #56

The wind was blowing against my face in a gentle manner while I sauntered along the pavement bestrewn with leaves. I tried to tread along the road in a brisk pace so my brother wouldn't be ambling near myself. He was in the same age as me, but our temperaments varied a lot. Although the two of us looked akin since we both had blue, zircon-like eyes and brown coloured hair, I felt myself superior than him. It was due to the fact that Tim was determined to have autism in a hospital few years ago when we were still in the age of six. From that ...

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The Thief in the Tree-house

(Renee Chen) 陳宣穎

Submitted to Contest #56

With a novel in my hand, I had been reading a story for the afternoon when I spotted the quote reading, “friendship isn’t a big thing, it’s a million little things.” Smiling slightly to myself, the memories of him reappeared in my mind again. The year was 89’ ,and it was during the hottest time of the year when we met. The scorching sun never seemed to set, and at the back of the calèche which was driving against the bumpy country road, I looked out at the picturesque scene. Having to arrive at an outlying village with my father, a blacksmi...

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