So add me on NaNoWriMo! My username is Nicolet.
31st of October is always an exciting time for me. Not because it’s Halloween! But because it’s the eve of NaNoWriMo! And for the first time ever, I went to a NaNoWriMo Kickoff! Woot woot!
If Walls Could Talk
they’d tell you all their stories,
steal your inked papers
to dress their souls,
while crafting frames of
your honest self,
fitting courage into corners
before hanging them up
for the world to hear
Gaslight Cafe and Music
So today I attended the tenth session of a poetry and spoken word open mic at Gaslight Cafe & Music. This was done in conjunction with the Malaysian Writers Fest 2015, and this time it was to showcase poets who have published their poems.
There are some days when I feel as if I could conquer the world. I would write up a storm and I would feel as if I could bring life to words. “I can do this,” I think, “I’ve thought up a brilliant idea, and I love it, and I will bring it to life.” These are the days I feel as if there is a light within me. A shining bright light that could fill up the empty spaces in my heart. It brings me joy to write as it is my passion, my life. My characters, my stories, they’re the reason for my being. How could I not pen them to life?
And then there are those days..
An exercise in writing prose.
Have you ever woken up
Realized that you had forgotten
The sweet taste
Of what we once had
Am I the breath you breathe
Am I the warmth you seek
Am I the flesh you eat
We are going through the motions
We float as if in a daze
We care not
We hold together
Like pieces of a puzzle
You were once the tears
That streaked down my face
As I cried myself to sleep
You were the grief I did not want
And yet you were my joy
My highest of highs
We burned like shining stars
We fell so fast
We danced in internal flame
You set it ablaze
I would pine
I would want
I would need
Where is the sweetest nectar
One I once had
Where is the bitter poison
One I once had
Has it gone and left
Now we have but the solid mountain
Its peak not seen
Its base so firm
It takes an earthquake
To break us
We fought we clawed we strived
Yet we conquered them
And now our victory flag
Stained with blood
I remember now
We once had
And I know
We have won
But our love
Thank you for reading.
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TL;DR – it’s EPIC and you should WATCH IT before it gets taken off the cinema.
I had a short story titled ‘Nostalgia’ published in an anthology in 2010. This anthology ‘Being Malaysian – A Young Writers Anthology’, was published by MPH Group Publishing, and can only be ordered from here.
It doesn’t seem easy to get as it has been out of print for ages now, and I had assumed that it was no longer in production. Imagine my surprise when I found a link to get it!
Regardless, here’s the short story in its entirety for you to read. Wrote this 8 years ago, so do pardon any mistakes that I’ve made while writing it. Rereading it again gives me goosebumps and my cheeks heat up. It’s really quite funny to reread things written in my teenage years.
Anyway, enjoy! Included translations for the random sentences in the Malay language. This story is peppered with Manglish – Malaysian English – and the Malaysian slang.
Tan Wei Wern
Great Scott! It’s going to be an awesome weekend! Do you know why? You see..
I’m going to be part of one of the biggest writers gathering in Malaysia!
Wow, I think it’s been so long since I’ve been given the opportunity to write that I’m really spending all my time on it! It’s amazing, and awesome that I want to try so many new things. If you’re wondering why I’m not writing ‘Mirror Madness’ yet it’s because I’m waiting for NaNoWriMo in November to start that party!
I’ve decided to start writing really short stories that can be tweeted. So yes, 140 characters only! It’s pretty hard, but I’ll learn how to tell a simple story just from a tweet. Which is the opposite of what NaNoWriMo wants to achieve actually – writing long sentences, and words words words to fulfill the word count of 50000 words – but this is an exciting new venture that could improve my writing.
I probably won’t document the micro fiction that I’m going to tweet. So if you want to read them, please check me out on Twitter! My username is @nictanww and I’d love for you to follow me!
Here’s a simple one I wrote and tweeted to my lovely sister.
She fears the rejection
The pain of a broken heart
She doesn’t need to
For her worth is a thousand suns
It’s the wrong station
I am torn asunder
by your thoughtless words
you gave me wonder
but now it hurts
I’ll see you on Twitter!
#MYWritersWritingPrompt – Week 43/2015
Write a piece of micro-fiction/non-fiction/poetry in English or Malay inspired by this image – word count: between 50 to 200 words
Tulis sebuah certot/esei/puisi dalam Bahasa Inggeris atau Melayu berilhamkan gambar berikut – antara 50 hingga 200 patah perkataan
Image was obtained from shutterstock.com
They try to grab me but I’m too quick. I’m like Flash you see, too darn fast for them to handle. They try to grab me, their hands darting left and right, but I twist and turn and run away. Maybe I’m Superman! Maybe I’m Batman! They have been experimenting on me for years, I must be their prized specimen!
Darn it, this door is locked. I can hear them shouting now. Sucks to be them, but I can’t be contained anymore. White walls are all I see, and them doctors my only company. Too bad, so sad. I’m off to show the world how amazing I am.
I break the door open with my Superman-like strength. Shit! They’re waiting for me outside. That’s not cool! The guns are pointed at me. If I’m Superman, the bullets will not pierce me. So I stand firm and I’m puffing out my chest. But what comes is not a bullet, it’s a dart! I slump to the floor, and as I slowly lose consciousness, they start to talk.
“This is his third attempt this month!”
“We’ll have to change the medication to clozapine for his schizophrenia. Maybe do an ECT tomorrow morning.”
Thank you for reading!