Sotto Stories

(ON-GOING) The Philippines, 2125. Are you curious what will happen exactly one hundred years from now? Will cars finally soar above our heads, turning highways into skies? Will the world be so high-tech that humans barely lift a finger? Or... will robots rise and take over everything we thought we controlled? What about the future of us, our country, our leaders, our people? What will politics in the Philippines look like in the year 2125? Who will rule the cities, the islands, the entire nation? Will we still fight for freedom, or will freedom already be redefined? In 2125, the world is ruled by technology, yet haunted by forgotten promises of the past. Somewhere between the ticking of the present and the silence of tomorrow, two souls collide. One carries the weight of history, the other the spark of what is yet to come. But destiny is a circle, not a straight line. And when hearts learn to travel through time, across memories, across centuries, love becomes the only future worth fighting for. Because maybe the question isn't what kind of future awaits us...but who is waiting there with us.

Simona is an Aquino. Simon is a Marcos. A decades long political rivalry. Two people whose paths are intertwined. This is in the Filipino language. This is a work of fiction and does not represent my views and opinions on politics.

This A Small Collection Of My Poems From The Beginning Of My Poetic Journey To Now. I Want To Thank Everyone Who Has Been Apart Of This Journey From Then To Now. Enjoy. #krwnd #fearlessandbold

Maria Yanne Torres, a subpar girl from Cebu moves to Manila for college, dreaming to be the lawyer she wants to be one day. Little did she know she'll be dragged into a major social fiasco that includes a city mayor and a celebrity. And this will change her entire life. Her future and the world waiting for her. [ongoing.]

(COMPLETED) Akala ko ang pagmamahal ay kailangang isigaw upang mapansin. Akala ko kailangang isulat ito sa pagitan ng mga pahina ng tadhana para mabasa mo, o iparinig sa'yo sa pamamagitan ng tinig kong nanginginig sa damdamin. Akala ko kailangang haplusin ang puso mo gamit ang mga palad kong umaasa, para maramdaman mong totoo ito ‎ ‎Ngunit habang lumilipas ang panahon, minahal kita sa paraang ako lamang ang nakakaalam, sa isang tahimik na pag-asang maaabot ka nito mula sa malayo. ‎ Hindi ko alam, pero pati pala ang katahimikan ay may tinig, isang tinig na nagkukuwento ng damdaming pilit kong ikinubli. ‎ 'Yon pala, kaya kitang mahalin kahit walang salitang binibitawan-kaya kitang mahalin nang tahimik."