ONE SHOT WRITING CONTEST (Featuring: Feb-ibig)

ENTRY NO.53

TITLE: 'Le Valentina
Sub-Genre: Fantasy. Fiction.
Author: Okameflesym  

"I am in love, Bry." It was happily uttered by my best friend, few seconds ago, who's looking at the cold fall falling down to the purple-ish clam while clasping both of her hands with glimmering eyes.

I am looking in it too, plus watching two beings so close with each other, the sperm kissing the frontal of the egg, makes me puke so bad. I must've not built this magical clam as her birthday present.

"You are in love with that sperm and that egg?" I sarcastically asked, staring at the two cells.

"How many times should I tell you? They are neither a sperm nor an egg. This one is a man. This one is a woman." She had the nerve to tell me those stupid words that I can't even understand and won't dare to understand. She didn't even answer my freaking question! "Ma-hail key-ta." She uttered what the sperm said and I ignored that.

Well, Happy Valentine's Day and whatever. I walked away and went directly to my cloud to rest, a white fluffy and soft cloud just for me. It won't hurt if I would leave her there. Besides, she's old enough already.

I decided to lie down and thousands of thoughts instantly popped out in my mind. Specifically and fortunately, those thoughts were my art, an art about that dark love.

What does it feel like to host an egg and sperm's pure love? Where there is peace and minimal chaos? Based on what my best friend, Valentina, had told me one thousand and ten years ago. Does it feel like a haven or a paradise? Well, maybe and surely, not.

I snubbed that thought out of my mind and focused on my art. It must have been hard for those eggs and sperms' who suffered because of that pure love. Cupids' descendants are not bound to love someone for they're getting few already. We avoided what our greatest grandfather Eros did. What he did would be the first and the last thing forbiddingly done in the Cupids' history. That was what our ancestors' thought.

We're getting lesser than before. We're losing our precious darlings and I'm here to stop it. I must not let them fall in love with someone who doesn't have the same blood with us because the last time I've seen someone like me fall in love with someone not like me --- that someone perished, forever.

I got up and picked my golden bow with its silver arrows. It is time to spread my arms again.

I picked up one silver arrow at my back and stretched it until it turned into a perfect iPad that I certainly was thinking and needing right now. I scrolled down to look for the location of my next stop.

Philippines.

Of all places, why should it be the Philippines?!

I rolled my eyes and threw the iPad up high until it came back to me in its original form again. I kissed the silver arrow I used and placed it back at my back.

I was about to move when someone stopped me. "Didn't know you were this spoiled, my precious Bryant?" She smirked when I looked at her intently.

"Aphrodite." I bowed down to the one and only Venus, my greatest of all greatest grandmother, Aphrodite.

This is the first time that she went to me. This is the first time that I saw her personally. We, Cupids', usually use Skype to connect with her. It must be us who'll confront or connect with her when needed. What's happening right now is so shockingly amusing!