Found this on a blog...
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This story stinks of murder.Originally posted by banzie:What you think of this story?
My uncle Dave is a great man.... he teaches me alot of things, like how to set up an organisation and teach me the ropes to business. Years ago my uncle and I started a simple textile business which seems to work pretty well over the years. Of course we expanded the company rapidly. My uncle had always taught me to work hard with our bare hands to achieve what we wanted. He was really an inspiration of my life. I aspire and admire him greatly and remember much he taught me thru the years. Until things turn different... He was a very sporty and healthy person until he was diagnosed with a strange illness shortly after his marriage.
Doctors were unable to determine the cause of this illness as my uncle consistently having cardio arrests. What is really pitiful is the newly wed wife Susan. They were married barely months. She was a young stunning lady bout 20 years younger than my uncle. While my uncle was hospitalised. Susan had almost everyday visited Dave bringing personally cooked porridges feeding him patiently to the very last moments of my uncle death. I would be lying if I had not a sense of envy or Jealousy. Everyone in the hospital said praises of this magnificent woman. How nice she is and how fortunate my uncle was. I saw it personally a couple of times and was really deeply touched by her love for my uncle. Guess love have no boundaries, but whatever to end will ends one day. My uncle dead eventually. We grieved over his death which is extremely painful for both of us. It was a year ago. Both Susan and I loved him so much.
Now I'm too infected with the same kind of unknown illness which my uncle had. The doctor said it could likely be genetic. I felt my moments are ending soon. Perhaps no more than a week or so. There Susan who is now my wife, brought her personally prepared porridge feeding me by my bedside day by day. How loved I felt..... -
His retribution for marrying his aunt...
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fictionous stories i hope.
sent chills reading all of them. esp the last 1.
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reminds me of the days when i was trying to crack my mind up for some really twisting and ORIGINAL narrative story for my O lvl English...
and the plots of these story strongly resembles that of the model essays u can find from those 'Model Essay Book' sold in Popular. Really twisted, especially when nearing the end of it.
Good effort for the plot! Totally original. But might mislead one that the author is a psycho!!!
haha.
Need improvement on grammer and sentence structure though... if the author is contemplating to really score for compos. (: -
disturbing sia. think fake one la.
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source pls
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susan stands to inherit the textile companyOriginally posted by banzie:What you think of this story?
My uncle Dave is a great man.... he teaches me alot of things, like how to set up an organisation and teach me the ropes to business. Years ago my uncle and I started a simple textile business which seems to work pretty well over the years. Of course we expanded the company rapidly. My uncle had always taught me to work hard with our bare hands to achieve what we wanted. He was really an inspiration of my life. I aspire and admire him greatly and remember much he taught me thru the years. Until things turn different... He was a very sporty and healthy person until he was diagnosed with a strange illness shortly after his marriage.
Doctors were unable to determine the cause of this illness as my uncle consistently having cardio arrests. What is really pitiful is the newly wed wife Susan. They were married barely months. She was a young stunning lady bout 20 years younger than my uncle. While my uncle was hospitalised. Susan had almost everyday visited Dave bringing personally cooked porridges feeding him patiently to the very last moments of my uncle death. I would be lying if I had not a sense of envy or Jealousy. Everyone in the hospital said praises of this magnificent woman. How nice she is and how fortunate my uncle was. I saw it personally a couple of times and was really deeply touched by her love for my uncle. Guess love have no boundaries, but whatever to end will ends one day. My uncle dead eventually. We grieved over his death which is extremely painful for both of us. It was a year ago. Both Susan and I loved him so much.
Now I'm too infected with the same kind of unknown illness which my uncle had. The doctor said it could likely be genetic. I felt my moments are ending soon. Perhaps no more than a week or so. There Susan who is now my wife, brought her personally prepared porridge feeding me by my bedside day by day. How loved I felt.....
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great stuff! can pm me the link pls ? thanks
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So disturbing..
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glad you all like it.... I'll post more of the stories later.... one of which the stories the author deleted...but with a twisted humour... But the author did says some of the stories are inspire by real events... and crimes.
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told u guys human meat makes good food. especially piesOriginally posted by banzie:One more
Years ago I lived in a rather spacious part of Singapore in the outskirts towards the shores in a particular private landed estates. This particular neighborhood has its taste of uniqueness. And the particular warmth and friendliness makes it special in my heart all through childhood. Of all the history that I had here, what really sets me reminded of the place long after I moved out is this neighbor of mine Nancy. She was a friendly middle aged lady in her 50s who loves to bake chicken pie. Her skill excels tremendously in this particular liking of her and often baked extras for everyone in the neighborhood. I loved her chicken pie with much fervency to the extend of occasionally craves upon the softly tender chicken and the aromatic flour linings covering. Thinking of it makes my tongue shivers.
One day she disappeared from the neighborhood. Little was known why. Time fades the remembrance of this kind lady, until recently during a family gathering had my mum reminded us of this lady whom we so kindly remembered for her pie. She was actually arrested for murdering and mutilating her four years younger husband. When the police arrived, they could only find the few remaining parts of the heads and limbs in the fridge. The other parts were never found....
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you eat before meh??Originally posted by freestyle:told u guys human meat makes good food. especially pies
You know when I read to the end I almost vomited... -
haha. very common story though. remember the woman who cooked bak kut teh with human meat and served to people in the Philipines or China if i dun remember wrongly?Originally posted by banzie:you eat before meh??
You know when I read to the end I almost vomited... -
Y machiam like the stories in True Singapore Ghost by Russell Lee?
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Sounds like a song... WAIT! i remember! it's the opening song thing for a really old tv show starring will smith. 'Fresh Prince of Bel-Air' or something like that.Originally posted by the.owl:I also got this story to tell, there was once I was eating at a restaurant, I met this beautiful girl, she said she worked very hard to support her family and she does 3 part time jobs as well as go to school and but her money is running out and she has to quit school. I sympathized with her and decided to help her. In the end she fell in love with me and in West Philadelphia, born an' raised, on the playground is where i spent mosta my days, Chillin out, maxin', relaxin' all cool, An' all shootin some B-ball outside of the school, When a couple o' guys who were up to no good, Started makin' trouble in my neighbourhood, I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, She said 'You're movin with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air!' I begged and pleaded with her day after day,but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket I put my walkman on and saig 'I´d might as well kickin' First class, 'Yo, this is bad' drinkin orange juice out of a champange glass 'Is this what the people of Bel Air live like?' 'Hmm.. this might be allright!' The way I´d hear the percy, boots white and all I had to sit as I have a place of they just in this school cat 'I don´t think so', 'I see what i get there' I hope they´re prepared for the Prince of Bel Air! Well I, tha plain land and when I came out there was a dude look like a cop standin' there with my name out 'I ain´t trying to get arrested yet, 'I just got here' I sprang with the quickness like light has disappeared I whistled for a cab and when i came near, The license plate said 'Fresh', And had dice in the mirror, If anything i could say that this cab was rare, But I thought 'Nah, forget it - Yo, home to Bel-Air!' I pulled up to the house at bout seven or eight, I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo home, smell ya later!' I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there! To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air! -
nice stories.
i maciam back to sch days.. -
simply YUCKS! The title of the story is "How stupids men die after eating posion porridge!"
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few remaining parts of the heads and limbs
Haha one many got how many heads? One head and one "head" right?[/quote] -
Ok now this is scary. I am not kidding.Originally posted by banzie:One more
Years ago I lived in a rather spacious part of Singapore in the outskirts towards the shores in a particular private landed estates. This particular neighborhood has its taste of uniqueness. And the particular warmth and friendliness makes it special in my heart all through childhood. Of all the history that I had here, what really sets me reminded of the place long after I moved out is this neighbor of mine Nancy. She was a friendly middle aged lady in her 50s who loves to bake chicken pie. Her skill excels tremendously in this particular liking of her and often baked extras for everyone in the neighborhood. I loved her chicken pie with much fervency to the extend of occasionally craves upon the softly tender chicken and the aromatic flour linings covering. Thinking of it makes my tongue shivers.
One day she disappeared from the neighborhood. Little was known why. Time fades the remembrance of this kind lady, until recently during a family gathering had my mum reminded us of this lady whom we so kindly remembered for her pie. She was actually arrested for murdering and mutilating her four years younger husband. When the police arrived, they could only find the few remaining parts of the heads and limbs in the fridge. The other parts were never found.... -
haha... if TCS have dramas like this I would probably stick to TCS more.
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Can pm me the link pls?
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this 1 dun really have that mysterious twist.Originally posted by banzie:How is the next?
One of my favourite...
Different people have different likings or particular of interest which they like doing at night or when its their free time. For me I had this liking of going to pubs and bars after work till late preyed upon girls who are willing to spend the night with me in waves of passion till morning as I left for work. I guess that is me. So one night I went to this bar which is one of my favorite liking to enjoy the night in musics and alittle drink before long did I noticed this girl sitting opposite me entices me. Pretty and stunning is what I would used to describe her. I know what she wants in her mind and what my desire is thinking. I approached her as we surprisingly chatted for a rather long period of time and it seems she had every interest which I liked and involved in. What really intrigued me is her uncanny familiarity to someone whom I had known before.
We thoroughly enjoyed the night while it last. As we left the pub, she wanted me to her house. As we reaches her house we instantly sticked upon one another in rows of foreplay, kissing and fondling. Before long, she wanted to play something unusual. Although I had never done so with anyone before, I was thrilled to my every hair submerging into my personal fantasy of exotic eroticism. She dimmed the lights and tied the naked me unto the bed post with her petite little strand of power and willfulness but with every utmost of tediousness to ensure I couldn't get out. Gosh I'm aroused.
Then she careful grinned at me, she lean forward and reaches for the drawer beside the bed groping for an item, it shines in the dimmed lights meant for romantism. Its a scissor. She whispered "Remember me, Rosy? The girl you dumped 6 months ago, how's my new plastic?" as she wail the scissor with a smirk. -
TCS is like um.. a decade ago?Originally posted by banzie:haha... if TCS have dramas like this I would probably stick to TCS more.