After losing her friend because of an on-the-run murderer, Clover went to a house party to try to find the person responsible for her death. However, instead of doing so, she found herself spending hours in a bathroom with a girl named Astrid, only for things to get worse from there.

Three months ago, my best friend Frankie, jumped onto the train tracks and died . . . but there's more to tell. I'm Rowan, Frankie's best friend, and I have a confession. -

an epistolary wherein serenity laurel's calculus notebook [with a little bit of random notes at the back of it] was found by declan alvarez aka her long time crush since grade 9. "did you see it? be honest..." "the flames at the back with our names in it? yeah, i saw it." (pic fr pinterest)

One Monday morning when Ember Sage was declared missing, the police who were looking for her had no idea that she is already dead. Both Toni and I know where her corpse is; but that we would never tell . . . yet.

The versicolor horizon holds the vastness of tomorrow yet it reeks of mishaps and miseries. Even with ebony skies dusking the heavens, my words remain strong, never holding me back as I disappear into my solitude of wonders. It was more than just a morsel of luck that I have you by my side, accompanying me through these dismal events with the powers of our quills. Together, we carve these poems and poetries of seraphic and perilous remainders of life into a garden of unheard pennings. One by one, these pieces lull our vagrant tragedies until it effaces yet never fully disappears. Once our inks finally run dry, petals of hope bloom within our soul with the nurture of yesterday's despair and today's expectations. Stand-alone (Epistolary) Completed

WATTY'S SHORTLIST 2021 EDITOR'S PICK OCTOBER 2021 Jiya Valle learns too late that kissing her sworn enemy since high school Migo Salas doesn't come without repercussions. And to her, it's a secret she's going to bring with her down to her grave--but Migo has other plans. DISCLAIMER: This story is written in Taglish.

[sandejas boys 1] He hates her so much he can't think of anything else. She's invaded his senses--smell, sight, sound. What's left? Ah. Taste and touch.

[sandejas boys 2] "The fuck did you do to make her like you." Yvo blows out his smoke. "Fuck if I know." Kol scowls. "Taste and touch," his older brother says. "Ask her. They're the only ones fucking left."

[sandejas boys 3] He's checked off everything--smell, sight, sound. Taste, touch. And she hates him. "What the fuck do I do." "Fuck if we know," Kol bites out. "You're on your fucking own," Yvo says. Some fucking help his brothers are.

Inggo de Paz has a long line of girls waiting outside his door. He never thought Maureen Salas, his best friend's little sister, would be one of them. DISCLAIMER: This story is written in Taglish.