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Heart Of Glass (Fiction)
By Stephen Yeo

Chapter 12
It was another Monday morning. The gloomy sky finally cleared, much like Steve's love life. One week had gone by since he last stepped into the apartment where he once shared happy moments with Ai Ling. There were also unpleasant memories of course, but Steve found it hard to let these negate his feelings for Ai Ling.

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Last Confession
By Stephen Yeo

Some people think I'm mad. That's perfectly understandable. It's hard to believe an average Joe like me could have killed 21 people within three years.

Thursday, August 12, 2004

Pinocchio's Nose

He came bursting into the room, performing mad little hops and words rattled off him like machine gun firing. "Listen! I've done it. This is really a historic moment," he cried, grabbing his colleague's hands. "Lee Meng! For ten long years, I've finally succeeded."

Friday, July 23, 2004

Tomb Sweeping (A poem)

Under the April sun with its searing heat,
He has come once again to this place,
Strewn with rows of neatly placed stone-structures,
In the midst of fleeing ashes and burning papers...

Thursday, July 22, 2004

The E-mail in Due Course

When I laid my eyes on that e-mail, my seated body jerked back violently. The wooden chair against the marble floor let out a disturbing squeak. Never for once, even a second, had I expected to receive one. Now that I had seen it, I could do nothing but wait. There was no escape.

Saturday, July 3, 2004

Heart Of Glass
By Stephen Yeo

Chapter 5
Ai Ling works as a sales promoter in a music CD shop downtown. The first time Steve saw her, he had just skipped his philosophy class and was browsing at the shop for his favourite S.E.N.S. album. Ever since then, he developed a routine of asking for hard-to-find music albums whenever she was around.
Eventually she noticed.

Sunday, June 6, 2004

Simple (A poem)
By Stephen Yeo

No too complicated procedures
That I cannot follow
Took me so many years
To search for that damned soul...

Sunday, May 2, 2004

Egpyt, a land of death and eternal life

Egypt is a land of stunning contrast: ocean of burning sand and lush riverbanks; the modern city and primitive villages; the present at the crossroad with the past. Whereas the histories of other civilizations are measured in centuries, the history of Egypt is measured in millenniums.

Friday, September 12, 2003

Dark Side of the Moon
By Stephen Yeo

"I want to live on my own."
"No, you can't!" The rest chimed in at once, like the representatives of some great power waking up halfway through a conference in time to bomb a veto on some mewling little voice they don't even care to listen.

Wednesday, August 6, 2003

A Dark Reminiscence

Tucked away in the darkest corner of my memory is a secret I have yet to confide to anyone or have the intention to do so. It is not something I would brag to others nor reproach myself; not something I think is morally right or wrong...

Monday, August 4, 2003

A Wanderer (A poem)

Under a moonless night,
As I walked down the lane of life,
Wandering aimlessly through
The darkness of the night....

Sunday, August 3, 2003

The Maiden (A poem)

There stood among the crowd
Was an old lady.
She was old and weary.
But mysterious reason had
My eyes casted at her only...

Sunday, August 3, 2003

The Sacrifice
By Stephen Yeo

Somewhere along Mount Pleasant Road.

Crazed with terror, the man fled in the direction leading towards the Pan-Island Expressway. His heart was throbbing furiously and he could almost feel blood shooting up to his head. The dim streetlights fell on his face, revealing an expression of ultimate horror and panic.

Friday, July 11, 2003

To live and be lived now

Tan Meng Song was a 21-year-old boy who suddenly went missing on 18, February, 1990. It would be twelve years later before his parents received any news of him. This tale interweaves extracts from his diary and interviews with his parent, Mr and Mrs Tan, to piece together his life, the events surrounding his disappearance and how his parents coped with their loss.

Wednesday, May 14, 2003

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