I have no friends or family.

Melancholy is taking a jaunt in my head. My mind is numbed. I feel like the nasal cannula placed on my face is being stolen. I am suffocating. My life supports are gone, leaving me alone, dying.

I am standing at the edg...

On 25 October my grandma passed away and I remember the sun felt peculiar.

Sitting in front of a computer finishing up my essay, I received a call from an unknown number. It was my father calling with my cousin’s mobile. “Your grandma passed away ju...

Immortalised into a framed picture, Tyra, sitting in a wheelchair, smiled broadly at Martin - a smile so endearing to him he had to repeat desperately to himself he would see it again, as he stared into the picture, trying to capture every last bit of ...

“Look at this!” the man said, holding out a page from his newspaper. The boy looked up from his homework. The woman glanced at the man, then picked up a plate and went into the kitchen. The man went over to the table and draped the paper across it as t...

The spray of rain hits the window. Half sitting up in my bed, I gaze at it without focus, as any woman my age would.

 

The clock is tick-tocking away. It is almost 4pm now, and I am still waiting.

 

Waiting.

 

Waiting for…

 

What am I waiting for?

 ...

My parents had an arranged marriage. Father fell fervently in love with Mother at first sight. But his love was never reciprocated.

Growing up, Mother lavished most of her love on my elder brother and treated him like the man in her life. It was part...

This week you can hear the story by Karina La'O entitled "Six Minutes" - the first prize winner in the junior category. It's read by Warren Adams.

At the same time, entries are being invited for Hong Kong’s Top Story 2017, co-organised with Hong Ko...

This evening, it's a story entitled Sweet and Sour, by Nancy Leung, who was the first prize winner of Hong Kong’s Top story 2016 in the senior category. It’s read by Nick Atkinson.

                                       

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