[This story will become free again on AUGUST 30, 2021] After Natalie escapes death, she finds a silver feather, phone messages from an unknown sender and gets the ability to foresee death. All of which lead her to unlikely love. ***** When Natalie Lacierna wakes up after surviving a freezing death inside an ice factory, she has three curious things in her possession. A silver feather from somewhere and someone she no longer remembers; the ability to foretell deaths and see death gods roaming the Earth; and the memory of someone close to her with whom she used to talk frequently with on her phone. As she puts her life back together, she moves into a rental house owned by Lolo Dimos. At the house, she gets acquainted with Lolo's grandson, Henry, a college professor who looks very familiar but she cannot place. At first, living with Henry is trying - he speaks very little and intimidates her. However, over time, the two become close as they talk about angels, death, humanity, and God. Before long, Natalie falls for the professor. As they get closer, so too does Natalie get to figuring out the mystery of the silver feather and the phone calls from the unknown sender. What she finds is heartbreaking but comes with the glimmer of redemption. After Death is a sequel to the epistolary story, Hello, Death, and supplementary short story, A Walk With Death. DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A FILIPINO LANGUAGE STORY

The thing with Valentine's Day is, either you hate it or you love it. And Zade Pascual definitely belongs to the first category. Para sa kanya, isang araw lang ito ng commercialized version ng pag-ibig. Walang kakilig-kilig at napakalayo sa true love stories na nababasa niya sa mga libro. Nasubok ang kanyang anti-Valentine's sentiment when she unexpectedly meets Andreau Cortez-an award-winning actor and film student at her university-in the cafe where she works-- on Valentine's Day of all days. Andreau, their new cafe regular, surprises Zade by asking for her help with his latest short film project, which she hesitantly agrees to. Despite a rocky start, Zade discovers the real Andreau Cortez beyond the camera and celebrity gossip. Over the fika-not date hangouts and late-night conversations, their effortless friendship blurs into something more, to the point na akala ng lahat (yes, friends and family included) na sila na ni Andreau. Caught off guard by her evolving feelings, Zade must confront her own heart. Hanggang best friend nga lang ba ang tingin niya kay Andreau? Can their story unfold like the happy endings she loves in books? Well, sometimes, the best love stories take time to tell.

❝We all are addicted to something that ruins us.❞ Just some powerful quotes that I found and compiled them into a book. Highest rank; #1 in Poetry (straight #1 from March 16, 2016 - April 18, 2016)

❝Maybe things don't happen for a reason. Maybe we're just grasping for ways to make sense of the chaos around us. Maybe we're giving meaning to things that have no meaning. Maybe we're clinging to hope so hard that we forget about reality. What if we're wrong and nothing is meant to be? We're just souls wandering endlessly, desperately seeking comfort from the notion that things will work out in the end no matter what. What if we've tricked ourselves into believing that everything will be okay in the end just so we don't have to face the reality that maybe it won't?❞ Collections of thoughts compiled by Aestrophilia. Sequel to 'The Wrong Side of Right'

I'm scared of the sea. I can't help but think of the danger it brings. The width and depth seem forever. But I know that someday, I'm going to swallow all my fears and sail into that immense body of menace. Because I have to find him. I have to see him. I have words I haven't told him yet. There are things he needs to know and I don't care if it matters now or it never really mean anything at all. I just have to find him.

Collection of ficlets/one shots for my stories (TDG, IIF, TMEUAS and TSIB).

I stared wide-eyed at the scene in front of me. A guy wearing a black jacket with its hood covering half of his face shoots a man in his chest. Nakita ko kung paano napahiga yung lalaking naka-business suit dahil sa tama ng bala. Hawak nito ang dibdib kung saan bumaon ang bala habang yung isang kamay naman niya ay pilit inaabot ang isang briefcase na itim. Pero bago pa niya 'to makuha, naunahan na siya nung lalaking bumaril sa kanya. Holy shit! Did I just witnessed a crime? Kinuha ko agad ang phone ko sa bulsa habang di parin inaalis ang tingin sa lalaking may baril. I was about to press a button ng biglang napatingin siya sakin. I saw how his eyes zeroed in on me making the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. "Who's there?" Suddenly, the cellphone fell from my hands. And I just found myself face to face with a guy holding his gun straight at me.

Dear whoever you might be, I hope someday you'll find this and know that this is everything I didn't say. Copyright © 2015 by CielloMaxin Highest ranking: #11 in Poetry #7 in poetry - 10/9/16 #5 in poetry - 10/11/16 #4 in poetry - 10/29/16 DISCLAIMER: I do not own the photos I use for the covers of my books. All credits belong to their respective owners.

26 words. 1 story. art by yuschav arly

According to the dictionary, a nocturne is a work of art that is inspired by the night. So sing with me, dearest moon, tonight shall be a nocturne. Copyright © by CielloMaxin Highest ranking: #52 in Poetry - 11/3/2016 DISCLAIMER: I do not own the photos I use for the covers of my books. All credits belong to their respective owners.