Flash Fiction
Goodbye, Grandpa
I remembered one picture in the album that she and my grandpa were sitting amongst other family members as they were having dinner somewhere...
Flash Fiction
I remembered one picture in the album that she and my grandpa were sitting amongst other family members as they were having dinner somewhere...
“Hey. Let me see the photos.” Enthusiastic as he had just finished a photoshoot, Beam urged Paul to give him his camera. However, Paul seemed to reject his seemingly forceful request as he was shaking his head while checking the photos from the camera. Similar to Edward Hopper’s Nighthawks
Reflection
Albert Camus’ La Peste (1947), The Plague in English translation, is one of the most prominent modern literatures as it manifests human conditions—be it happiness, suffering, solidarity, or absurdity of life—and profoundly invites us to a realm of existentialism. It is, undoubtedly, the novel that paved his way
Sometimes life tastes like a beer, Sometimes still water, Sometimes milk, Sometimes tea, Sometimes coffee, Sometimes soda, Sometimes juice, Sometimes bitter, Sometimes sweet, Sometimes bittersweet, Sometimes sour, Sometimes toxic, Sometimes poison, Sometimes tasty, Sometimes awful, Sometimes tasteless, Sometimes you have to swallow, Sometimes you throw up, Sometimes you prefer, Sometimes
What I’d like to say is that we internalised ideas and elements of poetry since we’re just kids.
Can we stop the time just for one night? I prayed for physicists to discover a machine to stop time soon.
I met an old man from the land of smiles, Who pointed to a wreck of stones. Beneath them lay alone a throat-cut head. He told how that man was dead, And read what was engraved; You shan’t take mine. The old man cried with laughter. That man
Reflection
Suppose I am writing a scene in which my two teenagers are struggling to find an answer for their existential ennui, I might start with…
Flash Fiction
“Don’t go to the monument. I’m serious,” that was what he told me every time we had spent together in recent months. It still stuck into my head until now. “Why?” I asked him even though I knew what he was going to say, “It’s dangerous.” However,
Reflection
[T]hey might forget something that time never stops and change is inevitable.
Reflection
ในสมัยที่เรายังไม่มีหนังสือพิมพ์ ไม่มีวิทยุ ไม่มีโทรทัศน์ ผู้คนรับรู้ข้อมูลจากไหน? เราจะรู้ได้อย่างไรว่าเรื่องใดเป็นเรื่องจริง เป็นความจริง?
Reflection
ในขณะที่โลกเดินทางไปข้างหน้าตลอดเวลา คนบางกลุ่มกลับถูกหลงลืมและถูกทิ้งไว้ข้างหลังภายใต้ความเป็นอื่น ความเป็นคนชายขอบในสังคม