This is a story that tells about two people who almost drowned in the sea of thoughts but eventually find their bloom through each other

Luo Xing and Arnaya were the story of ones that could never be. Ones that would always remain just slightly out of reach, out of perspective. The way they loved each other, the way they mourned apart—it was somehow unexplicitly and unforgivably violent.

Little small girl in a big fantasy world, an escape is what she needs. A break from her lurking burdens, a chance to be freed. When tomorrow arrives, all she hopes is courage to be guaranteed.

The Classical Piano Blues is a short story telling a moment of oneself pouring its heart out when having no one to talk to; being blatantly honest about their feelings upon finding sounds and visuals alike their past incident, clues of unspoken past inciting the mind to act oddly–– a little crazier.

This article is written in the darkest of nights. The consequences after reading this shall be severe for the reader’s life. The writer is not responsible for either good or bad after-effects. Sleep tight.

This piece explores my sentiments between two people, I'd get lost in my thoughts, although never to the point where I couldn't separate reality from fantasy, yet I have a tendency to choose the latter. Writing this helped me reckon that I can no longer cling onto the hope that resides in 'what if's. The only way onwards is to let go.

Perayaan yang Tertunda adalah sebuah karya fiksi yang bercerita tentang kisah seorang gadis yang menyimpan kenangan manis sekaligus pahit pada musim gugur. Nostalgia yang selalu gadis itu rindukan, tapi untuk merindukannya pun terasa sakit. Pada akhirnya kenangan itu tetaplah kenangan, yang sudah menjadi bagian dari dirinya.

The harsh past, a tapestry woven out of memories and barbed wire. The unclear future, a carpet of mist and shadows. Evidently, this time I am choosing to go back down memory lane to dissect the shattered pieces of my childhood.

Barriers is a short story about two people who have a conversation light at night in front of a diner. This piece focuses on the idea that sometimes memories and the past leaves us stagnant and paralyzed. It highlights just the process of recalling incomprehensibly about experiences and memories we don't really know how to process but are comfortable enough to open up; with no expectation of either person understanding what we really mean.

Mankind has learned to live alongside with hatred. Living with it is an option, dismantling it is another option. The latter could be achieved with one method called reflection.

Anxiety threatened to slaughter my legs as I gradually rose from my appointed seat. Breath uneven, legs unstable, pulse racing… I scanned the court room, its almighty intimidating bright light fixated upon my trembling body.