Then I heard it. At two thousand dollars a call, it should have sounded heavenly, but now - when Leanna had her legs around me and Rei and I were indulging in some serious tonsil hockey - the blast from my mobile phone was most annoying.

I paused, tempted to take the day off and leave that hapless soul – whoever that may be - in the lurch. But I couldn’t. My body still tingled as I rose from the bath and made my way down to the basement, grabbing my squealing phone along the way. Later ladies!

“We’ve got a big problem, an E8 I think.” Bo cut to the point as soon as I picked up. “80 Paterson Drive, I’m on my way. I’ll see you there.”

I mustered a curt reply and hung up. A tough assignment on my planned day of decadence, how great was that? Obviously, that E8 – whatever that was; I could never get those bothersome classifications right - was serious enough to make Bo behave funny. The absence of redundant small talk was unsettling. I hurried.  

The door slid open with a soft whirl. I entered and threw my towel on the bed. In the full-length mirror to the left, the scar across my chest appeared to holler. It was long, ridged and extremely ugly. I hated it, and yet somehow the girls were drawn by it. Perhaps they felt sorry for this poor bastard. Oh well, whatever worked.

Ah, girls! The female form; for a while, my mind wondered. Then the stupid machine rang, again.

“Are you coming soon? This is big.” Bo was flustered. He appeared to be yelling.

“I’ll be there.” I couldn’t help feeling slightly angry as I shut the phone. He should’ve called earlier if there’d been such a rush. Not to mention I knew of two lovely ladies looking for a good night out who happened to be in my bath. Damn!

Still cursing under my breath, I pressed the remote on the wall, and the mirror slid to one side.

His ear twitched. Then his eyelids as well. Whether it was from the smells of cooked food or the noise from the wet place, no one knew.

It was still dark out, and silent. Well, silent outside anyway. Inside, that was another matter entirely. The squeals and patter of falling water sounded a lot like the death throes of struggling rats when the filthy cat chased them down. And it was equally uninteresting.

He laid still for a moment, but his eyes were open, albeit in a lazy, half-sleepy way. Finding no way of ignoring the noise, he finally got to his feet and shook his sleep-cramped muscles loose.

Someone suddenly squealed louder than normal. Well, if the crazy two-legs were going to deny him his sleep, the least they could do was to feed him some breakfast. Jumping up onto the bed, he stuck his nose into the near-empty tray and licked the oily ramnants of bacon and eggs off.

 - annhell

"""I woke with a start. The clock read 4.25am.

I was sweating all over. It was just a dream. It was nothing. With a huge sigh of relief, I flipped over and turned to face the door.

The hallway light outside was turned on.

No!"""

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Either - Or

Then, the smell of freshly fried bacon and eggs wafted through the air. Leanna walked in with breakfast. I thought to myself "what an anti-climax"

"climax? wasn't last night's climax good enough for you?" Leanna said as she placed the tray on the bed.

I must have unwittingly thought aloud... "urm... yes of course it was good enough."

"would you like to have breakfast first or take a bath? I'm gonna join Rei in the shower." I could hear the shower being turned on. Leanna began taking off whatever little clothing she was wearing. I sat on bed, looking at the crispy bacon and sunnyside eggs. I took a second look at Leanna walking into the bathroom. Her hourglass figure, that two dimples just above her perfect bum. I picked up the fork and knife and enjoyed my favourite breakfast of bacon and eggs.

I ate quickly but not too quickly, enjoying every single bite of fatty crispy bacon and cholestrol laden eggs. Then I ran into the shower. Thank god the shower was big enough for me and two very attractive, very naked giggling girls! Either or? No way man... I'm having my favourite breakfast and taking a shower with my girls.

I'm living my fantasy... heck, I'm living the fantasy of every hot-blooded young male out there. Either or? No way man... I'm having both white girl and asian girl together!

Yes!

--Entry by John

Fool’s Paradise

I woke with a start. The clock read 4.25am.

The rain was pounding on the window panes incessantly, creating rhythmic thudding sounds. Outside, the howling winds were threatening to upend the younger trees. But that was not what woke me. I thought I heard a noise – one that was neither in line with any rain nor wind.

I strained my ears and listened with intent, trying to will the sleep away.

Nothing.

In the distance, the growl of thunder drummed by, breaking my concentration. I guess I was too jumpy, being alone at home while the parents were holidaying in Japan. I retreated under the cover of my blanket, turned to face the door and prepared to catch another 3 hours before the call of duty beckoned for another dreadful day at work.

It was to be a busy day at work, and I was trying not to think about the tonnes of work eagerly waiting to be attended to. Work is like returning home to a dog… its always there waiting for you.

“Oh well”, I mumbled, “There’s still time to sleep, so let’s worry about tha….”

Just then, the lights at the hallway outside my room lit up.

I sat up instantly, and stifled an enormous urge to flip on my night light. Fumbling and cursing under my breath, I felt around for my glasses.

I could hear muffled voices and soft footsteps. In an instant, shadows were shuffling outside the door.

I slipped silently out of my bed, stole a pair of scissors from my drawer and stealthily made my way to the attached bathroom. As soon as I was out of sight, I heard the door knob turning.

From behind the bathroom door, I could see two men entering, one of them holding a knife, made blindingly obvious from its tip’s reflection off the street lamp.

They knew someone had been in the room, thanks to the unmade bed, which was probably still warm from my body heat, not to mention the dead giveaway of air-conditioning.

I steeled myself to attack them first. At least the element of surprise (not that I really believed it) was on my side. With a loud (and I hoped was intimidating) warcry, I raised my weapon and burst out from behind the door…

The last I saw was the glimmer of light from his raised knife.

I woke with a start. The clock read 4.25am.

I was sweating all over. It was just a dream. It was nothing. With a huge sigh of relief, I flipped over and turned to face the door.

The hallway light outside was turned on.

No!

Introduction to this "open" blog

This is a little project initiated by vinyarb. He staunchly believes there is more to the singaporean mind than what is currently being perceived. Surely, we do not need a contest to name our low-cost carrier terminal "Budget Terminal", nor a highly publicised re-branding of the Marina Bay to finally name it - Marina Bay.

But these are indeed, sadly, true stories. This is pretty disturbing, but vinyarb is convinced there ARE creative people around. And hence the birth of this "project".

This is actually a story-writing blog. vinyarb will kick-off with a mini story. Anyone is free to add to this blog, either by editing it, or adding entries to it. You may continue from where the previous person left off (encouraged), or if you're trul;y inspired, to have a short story of your own here!

blog details are as follows:
Username: singaporenovel
password: write

Happy writing!