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What are you reading? I asked Jeff and casually lifted up the book to take a look at the cover, while he continued reading.
Mmm..? The Fallen Harp, he answered, still absorbed. He looked up, shut the book and said, Its about how Satans harp fell to Earth.
I was amused. I myself was interested in the occult but Jeff had never shown any interest before. Where did you find it?, I asked, knowing that such books arent commonly found in Malaysia.
In the store-room, he answered, Wa


In Dreams - Part 1The garden was a pond. Only the concrete remained. Where the grass used to be was now deep dark water, with flickering lights. The moon moved in waves on the black surface. The sky was indigo, but for the silver moon, spherically perfect. He wondered what the lights were.In Dreams - Part 1
He stepped on to the driveway, cautiously stooping to peer into the wet murkiness. Lights appeared, then disappeared, small glowing lamps which could withstand the wetness of water. Suddenly, a toad leapt from the depths, landing at his feet. He must have yelled a little, and he fallen down close to the water’s edge, on the other side of the driveway. He was tha
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