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The constant ringing of the bell at the counter finally caught the attention of a policeman.

“How may I help you?”

“My car got stolen”, was the reply.

“What is your name?”,

“Batman.”

“You sure?!?”

“How about your father?”

“Suparman.”

“Pass me your IC”

His full name?

Batman Bin Suparman

 

 

Walking into a classroom full with sixteen, seventeen years old. And me? Turning nineteen this year. I felt awkward. But deep down, I knew that I did not step into the wrong class. With all these people younger then me; what could happen? Anything. Anything was the answer. Simply that.

 

 

As the sun rose from the horizon, I saw it through the high-rise buildings, that were blocking me. Despite my vision being blocked by them, I was still awed by the magnificent sight. A mixture of outstanding bright colours, it got me motivated and prepared for my examination later on.

 

 

Rain was pouring down hard onto the earth like how sand was being emptied in an hourglass; at a consistent rate.  With the ever-prominent sound and light coming from lightning and thunder, which was occurring every three minutes, it did not stop me taking photos of magnificent natural events. Lightning.

 

 

Tom slumps into his chair, stress written all over his face. Crumpled papers, pens and a dimly lighted table lamp were staring straight at him. His script has hit a high point in the story and now has remained there for a long time. Stagnant is the word now. Stagnant.

 

Huang Yixi Vicson

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