The Book Thief - Fiction 55

Set in Nazi Germany – a time and place where Death watches over Life, here is a tale of surrogate fears and childhood dreams. With her best friend’s help, Liesel consumes herself secretly in universe of books. And when her father hides a Jewish fist-fighter, Liesel saw the power of words to make or break a world.

(My) Viva La Vida

Hey ya'll,

this was my poem (:

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(My) Viva la vida

Screaming feet, canape breath,

Moments captured between whispers.

Having dreamt every moment over,

Enter bright lights and

Wild dreams.

Hush hush - once more, with feeling.

Profoundly alone in a room of strangers

Of webbed relationships

Lost memories and the

Utter desperation...

The utter desperation to be heard.

Comfort, conversations.

People, parallaxes.

Metro stations,

Across city spaces,

I'm still trying to find the thing that means the same.

Different air, different colours,

Different priorities, different ardours.

Screaming feet, caffeine-filled breath.

Moments captured between whispers.

Almost - just almost -

The same.

Prose - Recommended Reading for Students

The Golden Compass (His Dark Materials Trilogy) - Pullman
The White Tiger - Aravind Adiga
Life of Pi - Yann Martel
Red Sky in the Morning
Danny the Champion of the World - Roald Dahl
To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
The Importance of Being Earnest - Oscar Wilde
Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
The Color Purple - Alice Walker
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night - Mark Haydon
Books by Catherine Lim
Harry Potter series - J K Rowling
Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll
1984 - George Orwell
Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close - Jonathan Safran Foer
Never Let Me Go - Kazuo Ishiguro
The Book Thief - Markus Zuzak
Boy in Striped Pyjamas - John Boyne
The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald
Catcher in the Rye - J D Salinger
Beloved - Toni Morrison
One Hundred Years of Solitude - Marquez

teatime

[just to share, please share yours too!]

teatime

churned yellow
a spoon of sweet
pockets of air
mingle and meet

drops, crumbs
smooth velvet
creamy peaks
scooped and spatula-ed

flour and flower
sitting on tiers
just to say
for you, my dears

-Sophia Lim (aka seehwei)

[would love to hear if you have comments! :)]

The Antidiluvian Tomorrow

So many rainfalls

yet such a thirst,

So many shadows

why is there still some light?

So much pleasure

in this trivial plight,

I stand different in the sea of poppies

waking-up to a slightest of silence!

So little doubt

yet an abundance of faith,

I smile and say "Hi"!

to your silent examination,

Blisters of humanity

in the trivial hint of imperfection,

I rise early to see the bluest canvass

to meet the smile-"why such a fuss?"

So many imaginings

yet this colorless disgust.

-Hermano del Loco (yours truly)

LOST

Lost
is a puzzle
of stars
that breathes
like water
and chews
like stone

Alone
is a reminder
of how far
acceptance
is from
understanding

Fear
is a bird
that believes itself
into extinction

Desperation
the honest recognition
of a false truth

Hope
seeing who you really are
at your highest
is who you will become

Grace
the refinement of a
Soul though time

- Jewel

On the Go

I had to jump like a monkey
To grab the dangling handles overhead.
My sister, two years older, only had to tiptoe.
By the time I reached the handles
She was swinging from the bar
On which the handles hung.

We spun around the poles
Until we got dizzy and had to stop.

When the train went underground
We knelt on our seats,
Cupped our faces in our hands,
Stuck our foreheads on the glass,
And became a part of the whooshing darkness.
There were little blue lights that flashed by
And the game was to exclaim
Whenever we saw the sudden spark.

We mimicked the announcements
In English and Mandarin
Fumbled with Malay
And giggled over Tamil.

Mom laughed at us, with us.
Sometimes she told us to hush.
When she stood up and went
We followed.
In those days we knew not
The difference between going
And getting there.