Hari Malaysia 2017

It’s been a while since I’ve written anything. As always, when exams are approaching, that’s when ideas come pouring out. I’ve many pending works, most of my stories incomplete on that writing website. Mirror Madness is on hold, and suddenly I’ve been itching to write Zanefier’s story once again. (Zanefier being the lead character in the very first novel that I attempted to write. I miss her.)

Today I was wasting time on Facebook, procrastinating from studying when I saw a mini competition – to write on what it means to be Malaysian. Once upon a time, I wrote a story for MPH on Being Malaysian and won the consolation prize. It struck me with nostalgia (coincidentally the name of my story haha!) and I decided to write a short piece on what being Malaysian means to me now as an adult. It’s only about 150++ words because I’m very rusty and also because the mini competition only asked for about 100-200 words. It’s nothing much – but perhaps it is the start to a writing frenzy.

Anyway, here it is!

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Poets In Progress Workshop #1

So I attended a poetry workshop recently. I wanted to experience how it was going to a poetry workshop and it was pretty interesting.

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It was hosted by If Walls Could Talk – Poetry Open Mic, organized by the amazing Ms Melizarani (I love her poems too!).

TL;DR: PRETTY EPIC. YOU SHOULD GO FOR THE OTHER POETRY WORKSHOPS BY IWCT-POM.

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Shadowed

‪#‎MYWritersWritingPrompt‬ – Week 45/2015
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.


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Why is it that she gets all the glory? Why don’t I get a mention? I hate how we do the exact same things and yet she’s the one that gets all the recognition! In the end she’s the one they all praise, and I’m the one they blatantly ignore. It’s not fair! Sometimes I stand right beside her, and there they still turn away from me!

I want to be the one that they all talk to for once. I don’t want to be chased away in the darkness anymore. I don’t want to be hidden away.

In fact, I’ll do it today. I’ll take her place. I will no longer be her shadow. I will not be shadowed.


Thank you for reading!

Love, Nicole.

Superhero Contained

‪#‎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

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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!

Love, Nicole.

Writing Prompts

I’ve recently decided to be more active on an amazing Facebook group. This Facebook Group is called Malaysian Writers/Penulis Malaysia. They’re a very proactive group with amazing writers that churn out wondrous tales and poetry. Every week there are writing prompts to encourage one another to write. They also post up interesting links to various sites to help one better the art of writing.

Here are some of my takes on the writing prompts posted up on this Facebook group. Mind you, they’re not all that great, but I do enjoy writing stories based on the pictures they post up.


#MYWritersWritingPrompt – Week 40/2015
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

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Image is fully credited to Brooke Shaden and can be found here

I crawl out of the darkness, and my hands slip as they try to grab the blood stained door. It’s done, it’s over, I think. My legs tingle, from the memory of being grasped by them. But they’re gone now. I have to believe that.

I try to pull myself out, but I feel my arms giving way. It is then that I start to feel the barest whisper of a breath against my ankle. My heart starts to pound. I begin struggling out of this door with more vigor.

I can almost hear them. My nails dig into the door, and I can feel splinters piercing my skin. The pain is nothing compared to the fear.

As I hoist myself up, hope starting to thrum in my chest –

“Where do you think you’re going?” They grab my legs, and pull me back down, and I scream and scream and scream, but I know no one can save me now.


#MYWritersWritingPrompt – Week 42/2015
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

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Image obtained from http://mickaeljou.tumblr.com/ 

He danced and swayed to music that only he could hear. The haunting tones took him higher and higher, as he stepped into nothing, and moved with whispers of the air. He rose higher and higher and grasped the white lantern that had caught his eye from below. Like the moon, it called to him, and he allowed it to move as he did. They twirled to the dulcet tones of a song long forgotten by the people.

As he gazed into the lantern resembling the moon he had not seen in centuries, he said, “Ah, they’ve come.”

Shadows had begun to creep upon him while he was unaware. They were reaching out to him but they were hindered by the bright light of the white moon lantern. The man smiled, and laughed. He continued dancing in the air, with the lantern firmly in his grasp. The shadows surrounded them, hands reaching out, and they appeared to be his audience, enthralled by his dance. They could not reach him, could not touch him.

He continued to dance, he continued to sing. Till the light of the white moon lantern flickered and dimmed, plunging them into darkness.

“It is time.”


And so I’ll end it here. I often venture into fantasy don’t I?

Thank you for reading!

Love, Nicole.