June 24, 2025 Story Description: Sylleane Avery Basilio has always been a good child to her parents. She was an academic achiever. She bagged numerous awards and brought home medals to prove her worth to her family, but she still felt her achievements were useless. One summer, she met her older brother's friends and spent a whole week with them. Throughout their stay at their province, she came to realize she has had enough of her boring life, one that required her mother's approval and validation in her every move. She realized that is not the kind of life she wants to keep on living. She wanted freedom. She wanted to be treated like a grownup. She liked the idea of experiencing new things. She became so eager for the life out there that awaits her, so she explored the moment she stepped into college. She met new people, found a few good friends, and got to know Brhett Judson Samonte better, one of her Kuya's friends who has always been head over heels for her... And for the first time, she felt seen and heard. With him, she didn't have to prove that she was capable. She didn't have to constantly explain herself because he understood her-even between the lines. [This story is written in Taglish.]

people write about things that do not happen. they will romanticize this world in hopes of filling themselves up. they write like their words are food. but i have always written to empty myself completely. i will romanticize feeling nothing. june 1st 2018- august 16th 2018 thank you, @blushingbieber, for the wonderful cover! hr: #1 in poem 8.3.18 #1 in poetrycollection 8.15.18 #1 in poems 4.28.19

*Completed* "I just want to know why." I say as I turn over, trying to find his figure through the dark of my room. "Why what?" He asks. "Why you're being so nice to me." I say quietly, vulnerability seeping into my words. "How we even became friends." He sighs, "I want to know how." I scrunch my brow. "How what?" His response is soft, the opposite of his sarcastic personality. "How you don't see it." ******* Reagan Holt was about as average as a high school student could be. She didn't play any sports, didn't participate in the popular activities, and wasn't the girl all the boys chased after. All except one boy. He wrote her a letter every week. Each letter described something new for him to love about her. Whether it was how beautiful her laugh was or how his heart swelled with every smile she gave, he never failed to write how he felt. So the two should be together, right? That's the way Reagan wants it, but there's just one problem. He signs his letters "Love, Anonymous." Now add an obnoxious, conceited, sex god into the equation and you get a teenage girl confused on who really loves her. The sweet, tender written anonymous lover, or the cocky, ignorant asshole? -REVIEWS- "You create such wonderful characters and I can't wait to see what happens next!" VampireSa5m41993 "Thank you for wonderful dogs and little brothers and eccentrically hormonal best friends!" -Nat-Attack "I am totally hooked on this book!" nbazinet "I love the way the story flows and that you have really roundabout characters. It's as if they're real while I'm reading!" life_is_beautiful115 "Your work is literally art." lemonsun123 "Every time I read this book it just makes me smile." Nicooole97 Cover by: -winterr