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  • This is really a very short story about a short story. In 2010, I went to teach English in Taiwan. While the people were great and the scenery even better, the job and everyday living was far from how I though it would be. I basically lived for the weekends when I could adventure around and not worry about teaching.

    On a particularly bad day, I wrote this whilst riding a bus to The MRT station.

    “I am a closet hero. I fantasize about saving people. Everytime I'm on public transport, I pray for the bus to roll or the train to derail, just so I can save people. I quietly analyse ways to escape the burning wreckage and rehearse them in my mind. I consider those around me and choose who I would help first. Maybe the children, or maybe to sexy girl standing to my left, I haven't decided yet. I hope I get slightly cut on my face and my shirt rips in the accident so that I look hardcore while I'm saving people. I picture the press arriving on scene just in time to see my clenched fist bursting through the glass. This is my life. I am a closet hero..."
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