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Sleeves and Fists

Sleeves and Fists

[zilla_likes] I believe in my heart that in any man’s life, there is always a point words will fail to communicate what we feel. Instead, we will opt for silence, but that too will prove futile. In this event, only one thing speaks louder than the previous two: fists. I can feel eyeballs turning in […]

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Damsels in Distress

[zilla_likes] Yesterday I saw a crisp black Mercedes G50 wagon parked right outside one of the pricey restaurants in town. All its windows were rolled down and in it, a dark old man was seated at the driver’s seat talking to someone on his phone. He was boisterous, this man. He was loud too, and […]

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Ruined Dates

[zilla_likes] I honestly have nothing solid to write about this week. I wanted to write a small story on my first time voting and call it “My First Time Voting” but I thought against it. It sounds like those compositions we wrote after school holidays in primary school, and this is a blog, not a […]

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Will She Ever Call?

[zilla_likes] I arrive the Supreme Court at 7am. I am in a suit I have only worn once before, with my dad’s thick tie. Please get your mind out of the gutter; this is not a story about an arraignment in court. I am the first to arrive in their IT department. The walls magnificently […]

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