A transparent and humorous look into the power plays of women.

PERSONAL ASSISTANT NEEDED. People skills optional. Ability to take drink orders preferred. Personal mode of transport a MUST. To Reply, Contact Dr. M's home office: 1-555-TRBLE-4-U (Idiots and those prone to knock-knock jokes need not apply.) ◎ ◎ ◎ Nobody in their right mind would respond to a help wanted listing so vague. Enter, Robin Banks. The wacky exploits of a narcoleptic super villain and his reluctant sidekick. [COMPLETED FIRST DRAFT - #22 in Humor on 4/12/15]

While on his computer, Victor Hastings admires the provocative pictures of girls he's dating. Meanwhile, these girls are posting more and more on Facebook and all the social sites. Now, all the young men in his cramped fraternity are competing for the attention of these online, amateur pinups. And the institution of the college fraternity itself is beginning to be threatened by this emerging, online phenomenon that, in the fall of 2007, has yet to be identified as "Social Media." Three women will make an impact on Victor. Erin Masters is an alluring yet naïve co-ed. Despite outward modesty, she has no reservations about letting friends plaster her provocative images across various social websites. Emily Green-Portsmith comes from wealth and is comparatively more aware of her effect on young men, both on and offline. Technological reliance, however, does not sit well with the house mother of these fraternity boys. She is affectionately known as Ma Red. This feisty, former Vietnam correspondent from the old-school of etiquette and discipline is prepared to make a fight for her traditional values. And throughout these technological and romantic discoveries, Victor wonders: What kind of love is this? ... the wired kind. He explores the pharmaceutical, social and sexual habits of the digital age. Pills are popped, rebellions spark - a young man matures against a set of difficulties unknown to generations past. Can Victor find meaning in the close sensations of a woman from the real world?

Some opposites attract; some rip each others clothes off. Stormy-Rain and Marcus are polar opposites: she's a free-spirited, Tarot card reading, rainbow-haired hippie; he wears a suit and tie, and over-shines his already too-shiny shoes. She believes in ancient aliens, crystal healing and auras; he's governed by law and logic, and doesn't believe in Fate. But Fate believes in them...So what happens when their worlds collide and disaster strikes? When they're thrown together under strange circumstances and embark on an epic road trip to catch a plane to a wedding a long way from home? The clock is ticking...and they are seriously ticking each other off. But they're about to discover just how thin the line is between love and hate.

Si Pinkie Diwata dela Rosa ay naniniwalang size doesn't matter. Aba, hindi na niya kasalanan kung maraming pagkain ang ref nila, 'no. Masarap kaya ang kumain --sa katunayan ay hobby na niya ang lumamon, este, kumain. Pero isang araw, sinabihan siya ng crush niyang si Luke de Vera na wala raw magkakagusto sa kanya lalo na't korteng ref ang katawan niya. Nangako sa sarili si Pinkie na kakainin ni Luke ang mga sinabi nito (kasama na ang mga taba niya!) at magagawa lamang niya iyon kung tutulungan siya ni Kevin Deogracia, ang school siga na ipinanganak na may killer eyes. A Wattpad Featured story 2016 Self-published under TBC Publications (Written in FILIPINO)

***WATTYS 2017 WINNER*** When the newly single, 40 year-old Jeff Dempsey suffers an agonizing humiliation at his high school reunion, he comes to realize he has accomplished almost nothing with his life. Armed with this new found insight, Jeff charges headlong into the bold new adventure of becoming the man he always wanted to be. With the help of Ashley, his enthusiastic life coach and guide in this new journey, Niko, his best friend and legendary womanizer, and Louie, the schlubby lord-of-the-idiots, Jeff commits to embracing all the daring life experiences that passed him by. Because 40 doesn't have to mean that your best days are behind you. 40 doesn't have to signify the countdown to the end. For Jeff Dempsey...40 is The New Twenty.