The Wicked Witch

It has now been several months since I met Lantern. I decide, that I can wait no longer; I have to act on my promise.

It has now been several months since I met Lantern. I decide, that I can wait no longer; I have to act on my promise.

Comments about this post on ABC Open 500 Words- Dear unfinished business.

I ducked into a store when I saw Lantern at a shopping centre because I haven’t fulfilled my promise made to her, whose family seems like they’ve been put under a curse by a wicked witch. As I know her family, and am older than her, Lantern sought me for help in her desperate attempt to save her parents’ marriage.

In recent years, Lantern’s mother has become sick and homebound. Lantern’s father, a pensioner laden with the stress of caring for his wife, sadness and loneliness, has been seeing another woman who is about ten years younger. But wait there’s more!

Love Paradise – Love Hell

The well-travelled track taken by some pensioners, using the Australian dollar's power to buy younger flesh and deceptive lovers in Vietnam.

The well-travelled track taken by some pensioners, using the Australian dollar’s power to buy younger flesh and deceptive lovers in Vietnam.

Comments about this post on ABC Open 500 Words – What happens in Vegas…

It was a cold and wet winter morning. Passing an intersection, the car in front of mine turned into it at too high-speed, slid sideways, spun around and hit my car. Both cars were slighted dented. The road was empty as it was still early hours so no other cars were involved in the accident. As we exchanged contact details, glancing at the other driver’s special name, I wondered if she was my primary school classmate. I was burning with curiosity but I had to drive off to take my Chihuahua to the emergency vet clinics.

Tragically and heartbreakingly, Gigi passed away as we arrived there. But wait there’s more!

Love Paradise – Love Hell poem

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(Dorsimbra-style poem)

<<Story related to the poem>>

The honey trap of sexual pleasure trips,
Solution for everlasting life,
Vibrates so well around the old men’s hips,
And leads them to the land that is crime-rife.

Worship self-love,
Burn up honor,
Stamp on moral,
Abandon wives.

The dollar’s smell attracts the con men well,
The frail old men are robbed of their wealth then.
Disease-ridden, displaced and penniless,
The honey trap of sexual pleasure trips!

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by Evo Flash.

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His sordid truth poem

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(Epistle-style poem)

<<Story related to the poem>>

Dear Temple,

I had loved you with my virgin heart.
Love at first sight, when I was seven.
I dreamt that we’d never be apart,
‘Cause we were a match made in heaven.

I loved your pensive and moral sides,
I vowed that I’d be a good Buddhist,
Your teachings gave me the strong life guides,
To love and become an altruist.

In Australia, you make me ashamed
You break the rules, you break your vow,
You turn money-skilful to be famed,
You want to be bigger than you’re now!

I don’t want to see you anymore!
‘Cause I have disowned you forever.
I don’t love you like I did before,
And I don’t see you in my future!

Respectfully yours,

hiMe.

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by tommy Japan.

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The punishment pills

Sister Night threatened to kick both Turquoise and me out if we didn't go to see a 'Doctor' with her.

Sister Night threatened to kick both Turquoise and me out if we didn’t go to see a ‘Doctor’ with her.

Comments about this post on ABC Open 500 words – My big secret.

I never told Mum and Dad and so they happily thought that I was well cared for by Sister Night; until now, it remained my biggest secret. But wait there’s more!

The serious hands of a clergy

His eyes beamed over me like spotlights, he cracked a lascivious grin and his hand grabbed my breast.

His eyes beamed over me like spotlights, he cracked a lascivious grin and his hand grabbed my breast.

Comments about this post on ABC 500 words – A test of courage.

I met Sister Night, and soon after became her favourite girl. After Father Fatty gave me a private catechism lesson, he chose Sister Night to be my godmother and I was baptised.

As study became harder as the course went on, I couldn’t find time to go out or talk with Sister anymore. I wasn’t concerned then as I thought Sister needed time for the new refugee girls; I wasn’t very sensitive to Sister Night’s maternal need of feeling needed and loved, so Sister began verbally and psychologically bullying me. When I stood up for myself, she told me to move out. I begged a priest who frequented the house to find me accommodation and thus I left the communal house to live at the residence of a Catholic order. But wait there’s more!