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cool! :D

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ahalyadreamer:

I haven’t come back in 13 years. I had left for New York when I was 7. I couldn’t remember anybody and to tell you the truth most of the adults I had known weren’t even there anymore. I really couldn’t remember most of it. Just long green patches and beautiful horses. (Her sister doesn’t...

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“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one.” This is soo true :D

George RR Martin (via adh)

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vintageanchor:

“Perhaps a body of work isn’t necessary for a short story writer. If you do one story that survives in an anthology, that’s enough.” —William Maxwell

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ahalyadreamer:

(Perspective of a Goddess): This was the closest I could get to see the suffering of them. I looked down, past the angry swirling clouds and the intense fire that heated the deep dark pit of doom. The entire place was black and burnt but the fire gave the place a sinister dark orange colour....

This is my friend's story...

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'Beyond the Within' (sounds kinda lame but i hv nothing better...)...this is the story I sent in for a competition...hope u like it! :D

The cool sea breeze brushed through my blonde curls while I stood there, admiring the breath-taking sights of the green mountains gleaming in the sunlight. The dazzling seawater glistened before my eyes as the boat drew closer to the island. I loved it here – the air felt so fresh and the scenery was just beautiful – even though the scorching sun burned my skin. The boat came to a stop at the jetty. I got off, along with the other passengers. Here it was - Pulau Ubin, right here in a middle of a small city like Singapore. Turning back, I gazed at the bustling city on the other side of the sea - at the canopy of skyscraper and high-rise flats. Then, I spun on my heels and walked out of the jetty, towards the shops that lined the shores of the island.

The two-storey shop-houses seemed run-down from the outside but housed pretty neat seafood restaurants and shops. The place was crowded with tourists and locals darting about, checking their bicycles or looking around for the right restaurant to eat in. I walked into the bicycle-renting shop, hoping to find a suitable bike for me. “How much would it cost for this?” I asked the lady, picking up the red one in the corner. “$5!” she replied harshly. I paid her and made my way out of the shop. As I pushed my bike up the slope leading to the inner side of the island, I studied the map I had taken from the information booth at the entrance. There on the map I saw it; the purpose of my whole trip to Singapore, the place I had come to see – Chek Jawa. Dad, I really am here! In a while, I will be there peering at the wonders of nature through my own eyes like you did… I felt a pang of sorrow went through me as I thought to myself. I suddenly missed him. If Dad was here, he would be more than excited to show me around. He would want me to see everything there was to see. Making up my mind, I hopped onto my bike and started off to take one look around the island.

While I was steadily peddling my bike, I watched the forest of tall green trees along the road. They were dark and mysterious, not the kind in those horror movies but more welcoming ones. It was surprising the way there seemed to be no end. After an hour of riding non-stop, I reached a mountain peak overlooking the island. The stunning view of the bluish sea and the sandy shores dotted with green moss-covered rocks stood before my eyes. Gusts of wind ruffled my hair and sent the tail of my shirt trailing behind me. This is beautiful, Dad! It feels like flying! I talked to myself. When I had enough of gaping at it, I took a gulp of water from my bottle, shoved it into my bag and took off. “Chek Jawa, here I come!” I cried out loud as I rode down the mountain trail, heading towards my dreams.

I walked through the gates and down the path leading to the Chek Jawa Wetlands. Mangrove trees watched over the bridge running across the wetlands and small animals like hermit crabs struggled about lively in the swamp below it. Eagerly surveying the surrounding, I wandered down the bridge. Ultimately, it let out to a rocky shore at the side of the island. Mosses carpeted the huge rough rocks and the green plants lined the edge of the mountain cliff. Tiny crabs went about their amusing antics while hundreds of sea-star lay sprawled across the sand bed. I bent down to take a closer look. At low tide, it was astonishing what you can see. The coastal forest, the rock formations, the seagrass meadow and the interesting plants were not the only things. The sparkling surface of water stretched across the horizon, uniting with the vast blue sky. Now, I am seeing all the things I have only heard from you, Dad! It feels wonderful…so full of nature! I screamed in my head. Wiping off the tears that streamed down my cheeks, I swiftly snapped some pictures of the place. I wanted to keep it in my memory forever.

For one last time, I wondered at the beautiful scenery and slowly made my way down the path. It felt so good now that I got to see what Dad really meant – about the city limits. It is not like New York City, not like Tokyo. It was inside the city limits but outside it. 

Credits 4 the photo: http://www.google.com.sg/imgres?imgurl=http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2632/3958949182_8b0260b345.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/2009/09/27/page41/&usg=__Dgxiq1UASz97nfs6o5c-bmhYPRM=&h=500&w=338&sz=160&hl=en&start=40&sig2=b3POJ0usPJftL_spkZvnZA&zoom=1&tbnid=RwROi8JaBanPfM:&tbnh=173&tbnw=118&ei=clQaTvCAGIXzmAWYiMUj&prev=/search%3Fq%3Dcheckjawa%2Bpicture%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DX%26biw%3D1280%26bih%3D675%26tbm%3Disch&itbs=1&iact=hc&vpx=1055&vpy=213&dur=2168&hovh=273&hovw=184&tx=169&ty=136&page=3&ndsp=15&ved=1t:429,r:4,s:40&biw=1280&bih=675

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raspberrytart:

(via Red, White, and Blueberry Trifle - Martha Stewart Recipes)

urgh..it makes me hungry... :)

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Intro

Hi, I m Thida... :D Juz started using tumblr & wondering if I should use it for my writings.. :D You can visit my blog enchantedtobewithyou.blogspot.com It has quite a number of my stories and yah..hope you like it...I m thinking of posting them on tumblr too.. ;D