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Complete, First published Jul 18, 2021
Blogs For My Baker: An Epistolary

A student who hides under the pen name Lyle writes blogs that summarize everything that happened throughout her day. Lyle tends to post life lessons drawn from her own experiences, making it easier for her readers to relate. But as time went on, something changed.

She suddenly found herself no longer writing blogs about her day, but confessions for her dear crush instead.

What are you waiting for? Sit back, relax, and start reading the blogs written for Lyle's dear baker.
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Between the Pages [Short Story]

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Akala ni Serena, tahimik lang ang library. A place of peace, routine, and paperback escapes. Pero hindi niya in-expect na doon din pala niya matatagpuan ang kilig, ang tanong, at ang mga sagot na hindi mababasa kahit ilang beses pa niyang balikan ang paborito niyang libro. Sean, the campus charmer na hindi niya akalaing bookworm din, slowly stepped into her world---una sa pamamagitan ng isang simpleng "Hi," sumunod sa mga post-it notes na laging may timing, at kalaunan, sa mga tahimik pero punong-punong ugnayan sa pagitan ng mga pahina. As they navigate the awkwardness, the flutter, the fears, and the future, they both discover that sometimes, love isn't loud. Sometimes, it waits. It grows. And it writes itself quietly... ...between the pages.