A Creative Wonderland

  The frosty white predator has been patiently waiting on the birch tree trunk for the last two days, observing the barren landscape, picking up the slightest movement beneath the eight-inch deep snow. The snowy owl must find her prey or death will  come her way. The wintry landscape is a harsh place for both the predator and the prey. For today, the discreet white mouse is safe under the thick white blanket of snow, munching on its hard-earned berries all through the year. Meanwhile, the restless squirrel munching on an acorn, occasionally sticking her head out of the tree hole, scanning the desolate, icy landscape. The fragile yet fierce Arctic fox courted the squirrel as it was feasting on the acorn. Completely oblivious to the situation, she continued to nibble on it as the fox plotted its every move, waiting for the right moment to make her move. A subtle snow paradise It will be another two long frozen months before the ice melts and flower seeds and grass wil...

The truck came to a halt. Pang heard the keys clinking. Finally, he experienced the glorious warmth of the sun after a fourteen-hour journey. But, in the distance, he heard people yelling and cussing. Pang knew that the inmates were curious about the 'freshman'. For Pang, he has been waiting for this treacherous moment since the judge sentenced him to 30 years at Admiralty West Prison. Pang reluctantly rose to his feet and dragged his shackled feet and handcuffed hands out of the truck. He was sweating immensely that his orange uniform was drenched. The guard led him to his cell and Pang lay on his thin, filthy flat piece of cardboard mattress. He   lay awake all night long expecting the worst. As Pang queued on the long line for his pathetic breakfast of two burned toasts, two overly-fried eggs and a cup of diluted coffee. He could hear some group of inmates teasing him. He spotted an empty seat and sat quietly to eat. “Hey, newbie! What brings you to my ki...

The lonely desert The desperate lizard was slowly loosing her patience after three days of eagerly awaiting her prey. The laws of nature do not dwell in these parched lands. It has been 48 straight days since it rained, not a droplet to soothe the bone-dry sands. The barren land was being tormented by the relentless, searing sun. The sand, so smooth yet steaming hot like a fresh loaf of bread, was a sea of ochre gold under the high noon sun, which grinned down, toasting dry the desert like a brioche bun. The oasis slowly evaporated as every ounce of water sapped away until none was left. The blazing sun cursed who ever walked its path. The ones who enjoyed its harshness were few. Meanwhile, the cougar retreated back into the cool shade under slumped palm trees. By its side, a source of life. The oasis. Invigorating it was as the timid lizard sipped on the fresh water. Though the mighty rays of the sun lashed upon the oasis, it still kept its cool just like a cuc...