Creative Writing Competition - In the mind of suicide bomber

Second Place : By M.K. Lim

     It was a rainy day, but the water spilling on the ground was neither colourless nor odourless. Thick red fluids with a smell that could take your appetite away was thickening, sipping into Mother Earth. The only thing left to be done was mourn. Days of smiles and laughter were too long gone that no one can remember how to even fake a smile. All that was left were fear, anxiety, hunger and pain. It was the time of war.


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