Paksyit [On-Going]

Basta. Mga kagaguhan ng mga tao ay nandirito. Hahanap ka pa ba ng iba?

E Kasi Nga Bobo..

Ang misteryo sa likod ng bawat tao. O ng isang tao. O ng dalawang tao. Kabobohang pinaiiral ng bawat isa...sa atin?

Ang Wirdo Mo [Editing/Stopped]

Kung gusto mo nga daw sumikat dito, magsulat ka ng romansa... (itutuloy balang araw.)

Yung Bolpen Ko, Napulot Lang [On-Going]

Ang storyang ito ay parang ang book cover ko lang... walang kinalaman ang background at walang kwenta.

Saan Kami Pupunta?

Alas syete ng umaga, sa may Avenida, Maynila... Pakapal nang pakapal ang di-pangkaraniwang hamog na bumalot sa labas ng 7-eleven. Hamog na hindi namin alam kung paanong lumukob sa labas ng tindahan. Walo kaming naiwan. Walo kaming nagsisimula nang mangatog sa takot. Nakatayo at humahagilap ng kahit anong masisila...

three am.

you haven't really met me until it's three am and we're all alone.

Kwento ng Tao

Ano ba ang mga dapat pag-daanan ng isang binatilyo upang maging matanda? Nasa edad nga ba ang katandaan? Nasa utak lang ba talga ang kabataan? Madaming tanong ang gustong masagot ng isang binatilyong madaming pangalan pero hinahanap parin ang kanyang sarili. -------------------------------- This is a work of fiction...

zero

Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishe...

Smudged Ink

Xavier doesn't speak; he writes.

city lights

There in those city lights, there was no her and there was no him. There was just everything and nothing and the spaces in between, like flickering lights against a never-ending, black sky. There in those city lights, there was no love and there was no hate. There was just listening and talking and understanding every...

5:48 [re-write 2.0]

Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * Being re-written completely as of May 14, 2021

monsters.

❝When we grow, we stop searching the monsters under the bed, instead, we search in our heads.❞ [other #161-10/25/13 ● spiritual #81 -01-27-14]