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Marisa Fendi
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Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
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June 2022
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https://www.goodreads.com/marisafendi
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Songs of the Runaway Heart
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2024
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The Wingless Prince
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2023
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Chords of the Reckless Heart
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2025
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Child of Mayhem
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2023
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Chinda
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2021
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Not Quite Alone by Tasha Lim makes us feel as the title intended us to feel. It brings warmth to know there are others out there who relate to the same things as you do, feel the same things you feel and makes us seen. The poems come in many varieties ...more |
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“The door to Joe’s room slowly opened. It was dark inside, but the light from the corridor was enough to see a body hiding in the shadows.
Anger bubbled up inside him.
“Come out,” he ordered.
She stood there, unmoving, with only her dirty feet showing in the light.
“Come on!” he shouted.
She stepped back, heading deeper into the shadows until she was no longer seen.
He slammed the door wide open and turned on the light. The only thing he found was Joe’s bed, his guitar and a pile of dirty laundry on the floor.”
― Chinda
Anger bubbled up inside him.
“Come out,” he ordered.
She stood there, unmoving, with only her dirty feet showing in the light.
“Come on!” he shouted.
She stepped back, heading deeper into the shadows until she was no longer seen.
He slammed the door wide open and turned on the light. The only thing he found was Joe’s bed, his guitar and a pile of dirty laundry on the floor.”
― Chinda
“Aman folded his arms and stubbornly stood his ground. After a while, he finally sat down, but his scowl wouldn’t go away.
“This is nice,” Adli murmured. “It’s kind of like having a picnic, you know? Speaking of picnics, I could really use a bowl of ais kacang right now. And nasi lemak. With chicken rendang. What about you guys? What do you want?”
“Freedom,” Joe answered.
“A cigarette,” Zurin replied.”
― Chinda
“This is nice,” Adli murmured. “It’s kind of like having a picnic, you know? Speaking of picnics, I could really use a bowl of ais kacang right now. And nasi lemak. With chicken rendang. What about you guys? What do you want?”
“Freedom,” Joe answered.
“A cigarette,” Zurin replied.”
― Chinda
“Her body went still at the snapping of twigs.
One snap, two snaps.
She paid attention to the sound getting closer until it was directly behind her back.
Three snaps.
She looked to find Chinda in her tattered black dress.”
― Chinda
One snap, two snaps.
She paid attention to the sound getting closer until it was directly behind her back.
Three snaps.
She looked to find Chinda in her tattered black dress.”
― Chinda
“Though dark, they could feel it, something behind them, chasing them, and it wasn’t going to stop. They heard it, the sound of it moving so fast that they worried their feet wouldn’t be able to run any faster.”
― Chinda
― Chinda
“He paused as he heard wailing floating outside. He pictured a frail woman in distress, but the person itself was nowhere to be seen. It faded after a minute as if it were just passing by.”
― Chinda
― Chinda
“Adli skimmed through the book and studied the letters smudged in dark brownish-red ink. “This isn’t what I think it is?”
“Blood,” said Zurin as she picked out a bone from her fish.
“How do you know?” asked Joe.
“Come on,” she said. “No witch would write with a red pen just for the fun of it.”
“So…it’s…blood,” said Adam. “Do I want to ask whose specifically?”
― Chinda
“Blood,” said Zurin as she picked out a bone from her fish.
“How do you know?” asked Joe.
“Come on,” she said. “No witch would write with a red pen just for the fun of it.”
“So…it’s…blood,” said Adam. “Do I want to ask whose specifically?”
― Chinda
“The rims around her eyes burned red, glistening in the candlelight. Her dress was the only thing normal about her, black with flowery prints, but a closer look and you’d notice the frayed edges stopping at her ankles.”
― Chinda
― Chinda
“You got to face it,” Zurin told him. “He’s gone.”
“He has to be here somewhere.”
“You think all the people who encounter her survive?” She laughed bitterly. “For all we know he’s dead.”
Joe scoffed. “Sweetheart, everybody thought you were dead.”
― Chinda
“He has to be here somewhere.”
“You think all the people who encounter her survive?” She laughed bitterly. “For all we know he’s dead.”
Joe scoffed. “Sweetheart, everybody thought you were dead.”
― Chinda
