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    Anthology of Hope and Pain
    Anthology of Hope and Pain
    Anthology of Hope and Pain
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    Anthology of Hope and Pain

    By Abu Bakar Fahmi Muhammad

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    A student facing supernatural threat. A psychotic AI. A man defending his family or perhaps even the world from dark forces. An abused wife seduced for the prospect of vengence. A woman on the brink of suicide. A guy displaced of time and space. Ancient species continuing crisis in the realm of men. All of these tales are among the collection of short stories and writings for your consumption in the comfort and safety of your home, albeit it may be a dark reflection of your daily reality.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAbu Bakar Fahmi Muhammad
    Release dateAug 9, 2017
    ISBN9781370397235
    Anthology of Hope and Pain
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    Abu Bakar Fahmi Muhammad

    Abu Bakar Fahmi Muhammad is currently living in the capital of Malaysia since his university days. He’s originally from the East Coast and also raised there. Besides reading and writing, he has a lot of interests but masters or became successful in none of them. These interests include car, anime, manga, comics, video games, technology, computers, movies and music.

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      Anthology of Hope and Pain - Abu Bakar Fahmi Muhammad

      Acknowledgements

      For my family and friends

      Intro (fuck me)

      First entry. Always the hardest one, staring at the blank page, fingers itching to open a door to a whole new world, or in other words to connect the page to the other world in my mind. It's a simple act to other, just write (or type). Not for me. Because once I start writing, I can't stop. All the words just flow through on and on again. They don’t even have to be coherent let alone appropriate.

      But mostly, there are a lot of stories to tell. And the stories are not even real

      For those who wanted to read something that can make them happy, amuse or hoping the stories will provide something fun to fill up their time, they better look somewhere else. This is not a documentation of my private life, nor it’s some crap I created just for fun. This is more of the documentation of my thought, which doesn't need any format, characteristic or architecture. I rarely express my thought, not because it is useless, wrong or could offend other people. Nor I’m afraid people would judge me. I kept my thought to myself because it explains so much, it revealed too much. There's a lot of answer that are so obvious and true, that we knew it along but we couldn't accept it. We wouldn't accept it. I'm not saying that I'm wise and everything, but I'm worried that I might make people see things from different perspective, and can make them question what they have believe all their life. No, I'm not Lucifer worshipper or something like that. I just don't want to be the person who said,

      Sorry kid, no one live happily ever after. Everyone will end up dead sooner or later.

      Time, time. I want to tell more but time keeps pulling me with its chain. It's hopeless to fight time because it's like trying to dry the ocean using a cup. Anyway, there always be a next time. Now, if only the voices in my head would just shut up.

      Abu Bakar Fahmi Muhammad,

      01 June 2017

      Just Another Ghost Tale

      There it was again; moving silently across the floor and then disappeared through the wall like a maniacal shadow. Hussein could swear he heard a chuckle. When he arrived at his Calculus I lecture class, he opened the door slowly while his heart beat wildly in his chest. The last time he opened it, there was a grinning, bloody head staring at him. It wasn’t real of course, because he was the only one who sees it.

      At first (it was three weeks ago), he could only hear sounds or a voice. It sounds like a murmur or a whisper, rattling like leaves stroked by wind. He thought it was one of the students, may be a bully or someone who doesn’t like him. But when he turned around, there wasn’t anyone there except two girls giggling with each other and they were loud. The sound <voice> that he heard was dampened, stifled like a loud speaker that has been covered with a thick cloth, muffling its sound. Then, little by little it became clearer, and started to make sense. It took a while for Hussein to realize that the sound came from inside his head. It said, "Gonna’ kill ye…gonna get’cha…gonna’ mess you up, buddy." A day after that, he started to see it. A young, ugly and sick ghost wearing a worn t-shirt and faded jeans. And he carried a knife too.

      Now, as he is standing in front of the lecture class door, opening it slowly, he could hear his heart pounding in his head. What will appear today? Rotting hand with long claws come springing out? Or may be:

      TODAY’S SPECIAL

      Dried Mutilated Tongue

      Maggots Special

      Red-eyes Monster

      Hussein pushed the lecture class door as far as it could go, hoping with a faint hope that other people could also see what he could see. There was…nothing. There was nothing greeted him there except for empty chairs and tables. A smell of paper and an odor of dryness began to creep from the class. He was early.

      Hussein was muttering Thank God, thank God, thank G- under his breath when suddenly something slapped his shoulder and he whirled frantically, totally sure that a punk with hair like a bird nest was smiling at him, knife at his <gonna getcha, gonna mess you up buddy> hand and maggots dribbling from his lip. What he saw in front of him was a small guy with a stern face, wearing a pair of glasses and carrying a small, beat-up grey backpack.

      What d-do you want? Hussein asked nervously, almost panting.

      "Now listen carefully. I know you are in a trouble and needs help. Don’t give me any I-don’t-know-what-you’re-talking-about shit ‘cause you know exactly what I’m talking about. If you want to get rid of ‘it’, we gotta talk, alright?" replied the guy.

      Uhm… I got class now.

      So do I. Can we meet at the café at 5?

      Ok, I-I guess. See you there.

      The guy nodded and smile. He turned around and left. Hussein watched the guy for a moment, went into the class and closed the door behind him.

      The guy’s name is Johari but people call him Jo. He is majoring in Biological Science and just starting his second year in the university. As they sat in the café, drinking coffee and smoking (Hussein has tried to quit so many times before but the longest he lasted was only for two hours), Jo told him about what happened to him when he first started going to class. It was the same kind of situation as Hussein but with a different ghost. ‘His’ ghost was a guy with bald head and scars all over his face. Jo knew Hussein was experiencing the same thing due to the way he acts.

      They’re only ghosts right? asked Hussein.

      "Yeah, but ghost is a term that has been used by society to represent threat by the unknown, by the invisible world. To me, they’re dark and corrupted souls that roamed the plane between the real world and the land of the dead. Spirit world rejected them, earth wouldn’t accept them. Sometimes, they served the Evil One, Satan or Devil or whatever you called it. What’s happening here is that these dark souls have managed to appear and scared people off. I’m quite sure that they couldn’t do it by themselves, as they’re only souls. Their ability is aided by higher evil, their master."

      Why would they want to scare us off? Why me?

      "They want to take over our body or in other words, they want to exchange place; they back in the real world and we trapped in the plane between the real world and the invisible one. The only way to do that is by scaring us off, until we become weak and they can do it because they can look into our soul. From there, they can see our fear and use it against us. Don’t ask me how I know this because I honestly don’t know. I just know. It’s probably not true or accurate, but that is the only explanation that felt right to me. For the question of why you or me, I haven’t got a clue. To think on the positive side, may be because we’re special. To think on negative side, may be because we’re weak or our fear is

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