Short Stories for the Stargazer

There are kimonos hanging on wooden racks. Two sewing machines are placed at the far end of the stage. Boxes of fabrics and sewing toolboxes decorate the scene. At the centre there are two armchairs that are embroidered with silk. Kanako and Yazumi enter the stage and sit on the two armchairs. Kanako: Yazumi, your name was? Yazumi: Yes, I am Yazumi. I wrote a letter, did you read it? Kanako: I did not read the letter, I was most intrigued by the gift you made. This little t

“Legends say that an Angel becomes a King’s treasure when moved by a possessive hand. Bound by a precious stone, their fates become one. Is love claimed or given? “I have finally arrived!” The King’s excitement exhaled from his chest. His boots stomped on the sacred land of which he had spent years of conquest to get to. ”Ah yes, the golden angel statue is mine!” His voice brimmed around the cave. His steps overcame the noise of the echoing droplets inside. Boots mixed with

Characters: Mabel A young lady who is keen to know about her parents, as she has been raised by her Grandmother Miss Seth Mabel’s Grandmother who is caring towards Mabel, but at times is evasive about her son. (Mabel’s father) Oscar A young man who is Mabel’s love. Acts of the Play Act I A Thousand Years Act II A Rose Too Delicate Act III Young Mable’s Past Act I

The wind whistled in your face and the moon glistened with the water’s ripples as we looked below from the boardwalk. Our water veins were connected in a mirage, as we were not physically connected, but entwined by fate. Our arms crawled along the boardwalk of isolation. We gasped for oxygen, once we found out we couldn't be together. The harsh circumstances made it so that we were physically drying out with the absence of water. The tingles on our wafer feet made our insides

Vignette 1- A Great Seahorse I saw him at the eternal waterfall. A great seahorse. Great in the way of physique, but also in the way of personality. He had a curled tail like a lost shell, never worn out by time. Preserved by the ocean, as if he was waiting for me. The eternal waterfall thudded in glistening patterns to the same beat as my heart. I used my fins to travel closer, as I approached him. Was it unconventional for a female seahorse like me to do that? I said with

"It's time for you to leave our wombat burrow young one." Mama Wombat said to her young one. "Is it time already? To leave Redgum Grove? I have learnt digging and sniffing. Hiding and foraging. Playing and seeking. Now it's time to live on my own?" "Yes it is, Wilson. How ready do you feel?" "I feel very nervous, but excited. My worries are worries in worries." "What do you mean by worries are worries in worries?" Mama Wombat asked "When I have a worry, another one pops up."

The feeling when you’re the only person on the Earth. When you feel like you’re soaring through the evening sky, where the wind strokes your hair in an elegant mess. The feeling of soaring among the sparkling city lights which glow to light you a pathway. When the only interruption of silence is the intermittent lull of car engines singing through the streets. That’s the moment of when I was riding my bicycle down to Parliament Station one evening with Google Maps in my headp

It was the middle of winter where I had my morning ride to work on my trusty bicycle. That morning, the clouds above my head were grey and opaque. Not a single dash of blue sky was to be seen. I had ridden of a somewhat hefty distance. It must have been a 5km ride. I was in a bit of a fizzle as I was to undergo a few matters of the day, and so I had no choice but to travel at a particularly fast pace. I regret the reckless decision I had made. What grievous consequences were

The feeling when you’re in between true joy and pain. That’s the moment just before your knee contacted the asphalt. Yep. I was in such a trance that I did not even control my arms. Just one hand slipped off from the handlebar as I rolled downhill. How lucky was I to have not broken any bones? But my hands saved me. I don’t think I would have made it if my arms and hands weren’t that strong. I was only left with deep cuts on my hands, and knees along with splotches of blood.

There was an underwater town named Opal Ocean Bay where the seaweed swayed with the current and caressed the sides of the bustling landmarks. A quaint landmark, Tavern in the Cavern was situated in the South East region of the Bay. A solace for Opal Ocean Bay’s marine citizens to enjoy a night of serene sounds. It was a safe hub, to keep away from the dangers that lurked within the ocean. Performances varied from the whale quartet, Holy Humpbacks, or from the duo, Sensational

The mermaid with golden, shimmering hair glided along the ocean floor. She had a waltzing grace to her demeanour that made the creatures of the ocean mesmerized by her beauty. Her sparkling specs of light shimmered off the surface of the ocean. Each streak of light held a millennium of knowledge. For she was the Mermaid of Wisdom. Her beauty was sought all across the world. The thunderclouds had lustfully wanted her light for themselves, for they had wreaked havoc of darknes

Little trickles of water gently slide their way down my umbrella. I can hear the soft taps of droplets patter above my head. I walk...

I wait for a century, no, a millennia. I’ve been waiting for tomorrow since yesterday. I’ve overseen the ravages of this world. A baby...

‘Last pizza delivery,’ Ed pants to himself while he pedals hard on his delivery bike, ‘To Paul… on 6 Webster Street?’ All Ed can think...

I’m watching over eternity, up at the night sky. It looks like galaxies away before I spot it. I adjust my telescope to get a better...