Sparble mga kuwento

'Humans are just like flowers. They wilt if they are abandoned, but they grow into such wonderful things if they're raised with love. Flowers don't bloom in an instant; it takes patience... patience.' He thought his year was going to be an uneventful one. He thought he was going to be 'just another face' in the crowd. He thought it was all going to be easy. Well, he thought wrong--life was never easy after all, and it sure was going all-out on him. Desolation © 2015, Sparble

Spike has a crush. Is it Rarity? No...It's a certain teenage dragon...Yes, Spike has a crush on....GARBLE! Garble could never love him the same...

Desolation © 2015, Sparble

I shouldn't have caught him when he decided to drop from the sky, but my body wouldn't listen and I felt his weight land on my arms. By then, I knew we'd both collapse in our own rubble if one of us refused to stand up. What exactly drew me so much towards him? Fall © 2016, Sparble

Letters, notes, or short messages to the ones who fell into this wretched cycle of love. Loveless © 2016, Sparble

An expression or burst of emotions, a place of solace from suicide and depression. May be an art or a form of liberation-probably a loss of sanity driven from hungry memories; to understand and listen to the stories around us, a passion-driven delirium. Poetry-and a simple compilation of the things that are quietly and patiently caged in my mind. These are simple thoughts out of the billions of human and living species out there. Liberation-that is all it wants, and it stays here, imprinted for a lifetime; until all we know ceases to exist. Entendre © 2015, Sparble