Filipinowriter Stories

It all started on an ordinary wednesday afternoon - at Pili town event, a quiet seat at McDonald's, and a group of strangers who made her feel a little less alone. Among them was a guy she couldn't quite remember... yet somehow couldn't forget. When she answered a lost phone, she never expected it would lead her back to him- Kien Joaquin, her childhood friend, the boy who once took her picture in secret. But before she could make sense of it all, the world shifted in an instant... turning into a surreal dream filled with chaos, courage, friendship, and a sea painted in impossible colors. In that world, love felt real for her. In that world, she was seen. When she woke up... a single photograph remained. Maybe it was all just a dream or maybe, some memories remember us, too.

A young boy named Elisio was living a simple and peaceful life-until everything changed when the Japanese attacked. Amid the chaos, he met Ryu, the son of a Japanese general. They became friends, but were separated for unknown reasons. After the war, life slowly returned to normal. When school began, Elisio and Ryu found themselves reunited-but now as academic rivals. And so, their story continues...

When we are young, the world is easier, kinder, happier. They tell us we are special and that we can do anything. If we mess up, they fixed it for us. If we do well, they celebrate us. We are treated special, even if we do nothing special. When we are young, the world is simple. As long as we work hard, we are rewarded. We study well and we get high grades. We finish with honors and everyone celebrates us, applauds us, admires us. Then we grow up and suddenly the world changes in a flash. Its been years after we graduated, and our diplomas are suddenly useless as we realize we are still jobless. And the parents who worked to support are suddenly disappointed or ashamed of us. Then finally, after more work and time than what we seemed to deserve, we finally land a decent job, and now we work forty-hour weeks slaving from paycheck to paycheck, as we put our siblings, cousins, nieces, nephews or kids to school, as we put our bodies through wear and tear to be the providers we are suddenly expected to be. We are berated if we do not share what we worked our ass off for. We are accused of being selfish and self-serving. We feel guilty for wanting more for ourselves when we have the right to. We feel guilty when we try to give ourselves what we should be having. Gone are the days when we were cute, smart kids who always did so well. Now we are selfish so called career people who will have no energy or time for family, no matter how much we give. Forget about putting down your own roots and living your own life. The new rule is you were born here, and so you now work for them. As for career, turns out intelligence or attitude is not really enough. Hard work does not even scratch the surface. To get promoted, you need powerful connections, to kiss ass, to violate every principle you've been ingrained with. Because that is the simple truth, shit floats. So after everything what will you be left with?

Excerpt: "Dusk has now come, still there is no call" "I am now wondering whether you'll call at all" "People are looking, they whisper, they stare" "Coz tears are now falling and I'm unaware"

"Not every love story needs to be public. Some are meant to bloom where no spotlight can reach."

True-to-life story.

Rob is sick of being inside the closet and more so of his uneventful life. He should be enjoying and living his life to the fullest especially now that he's in his last year of high school. He can't. He can never truly enjoy himself when he's not even being himself. One day, he meets Lucas at the cafe. Their conversation starts quite sentimental but things take a sudden turn when Lucas decides to kiss him. High school just got more interesting for Rob, but it seems his whole life suddenly just got a little too interesting as he discovers scandalous affairs within his family and betrayals from his friends.

In a world where love between humans and other beings is forbidden. Mira and Elian crossed paths a mysterious man of royal blood, later cast out by his own kind. Their bond, more than a scandal, shook the fragile balance between two worlds. Defying the laws of his lineage, Elian risked everything even his freedom and eternal life for a secret love that burned like fire, awakening the Ancient Powers that long slumbered. The Elders of Biringan gave their warnings. Elian's parents knew that one day, he would need to become stronger than anyone. His mother took steps to prepare him for that time, while his father journeyed across realms in search of allies who could free him from the prison of the Forgotten Stars, where he was bound by the Chains of the Heartless Moon. Their love meant to remain hidden led to both a miracle and a threat the world had never seen. Three children were born beings of the Two Worlds. And as the children grew within Mira's womb, so too did the forces that sought either to claim them... or to destroy them. The Watchers, ancient keepers of destiny, saw Amee as a weapon. The Elders feared Liam's blood, for it carried the forbidden lineage of Elian. And the mystical Lords of Unmaking sought to erase Aelani before she could become the thread that would unravel their order. With the aid of divine beings, mystical forces, and the strength of her family, Mira stood her ground. A single family shattered the silence and their legacy might be the one to shatter the world itself. Can love truly bridge the Law of the Two Worlds? Or is the price far too great to bear?

In the Avalen Empire, power is everything, and blood decides who may wield it. Born to a forgotten barony, Zax Aurenhart inherited a humble gift: the power to create barriers. But when his homeland burns under the greed of a rival noble, Zax discovers a secret buried within himself, one that defies the laws of magic, and the will of the gods. As the empire tightens its grip and ancient powers stir, the boy who feared battle must rise from the ashes of Faedra... or be consumed by the darkness that follows.

Nakaranas na ba kayo ng feeling na nasa mismong lugar kayo pero feel nyo nangyari na dati? Ang pakiramdam na ito ay unti-unting magpapabago sa buhay ko. Isang kakaibang pakiramdam na tanging ikaw lang ang nakakaalam. Deja vu'. Isa sa mga alam ko na posibleng dahilan sa nararamdaman ko.

Waking up, an empty morning Can't breathe, I'm still dreaming Your cruel voice, all I can hear Whispering sweetly, morning dear Reaching out, to plain white skin Holding close, feels emptily thin Your painful scent, a morning spell Kills me slowly, and all is well

They had met so many times, too many times to be accidental and yet it were. There was something about him that intrigued her. She was someone that poked his curiosity. Friendship develops. He acknowledge her. She started to care. But hidden beneath their ordinary visage of normalcy was a pretense, for they both struggle with their families' affair under the biggest Underworld group currently taking residence in the Metro York City. A group that most normal people doesn't know exist. And at the end of the day, they have to get involved with the political responsibilities, carry their own weight as bearer of it's name. They have to concur with everyone's decison, as the two of them are now bounded by marriage to a different strangers their families proposed - promised - even before they were born. Strangers they never seen, never met, never known. And while she has to endure the nightmare of being bedded by a complete stranger, her future spouse to ensure her purity before the vow, he needs to pledged his loyalty and life to his barely consenting wife as his family demanded. Why is freedom so burdersome to their kinds? Why is he born in the shadows? Why does she live in Lies?

An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet regardless of time, place or circumstances. The thread may stretch or tangle, but it will never break - A Chinese Proverb

Anika Crisostomo just started her night shift in the Emergency Room. Everything feels routine: late admissions, med errors, pagod na residents. Until 3:14 AM hits - and she realizes something's off. No one answers her calls. The lights keep flickering - "Code Blue - Nurse: A. Crisostomo - 3:17 AM - DOA" But she never called a code. And she never wrote that. Now, she's trapped in a hospital that resets every 6 hours. Patients repeat. Doctors forget. And outside the ER doors... may isang pasyente na hindi dapat dumating. "Hindi ito shift mo, Anika. Turno ko 'to."

When you are a renowned fashion designer and an heiress of a large luxury hotel chains, what could else could you ask for? How about dating the lead singer of a famous band in Hollywood which you also have, what else could go wrong? Surely, like Nessa you will love and lived your happy life until maybe, the world tells you other wise. When you thought life is already mapped and planned, where will you get the pen and eraser to rewrite them up? Or even the fresh sheets to make new chapters of your life? For Nessa, it is leaving it all behind and try to create a new life as if the past had never existed. But when in this process, you find yourself drawn to someone like Ian, who is stuck from his own past and has no intention of the future? Will you stick with the past or move on with tomorrow?

He's a world-renowned singer with a tired heart and a thousand lights pointed at him. She's an artist with paint-stained fingers and a quiet soul. They meet in a crowded world of noise, fame, and fleeting moments-two strangers seeking silence in the same corner. He finds peace in her presence. She finds comfort in his voice. And neither of them knows why it feels so familiar. What begins as a chance meeting grows into something soft and steady-an unexplainable bond that neither of them saw coming. But fate never forgets. Even if people do.

> We are not just one self-we are layers. This poem explores my three faces: Bejie, the quiet and fragile one. Jemar, the man of truth, principle, and professionalism. And Lonewolf, my rebel poet alter ego-confident, wild, and wounded. This is a confession, a reflection, a rebellion. This is the real me.

Sweetest Decay, Series 1 A collection of my short stories I first published in my writing blog, Sweet Decay.

"From Failure to Becoming" is a raw and honest reflection of my younger self-lost in addiction, crushed by failure, and drowning in self-doubt. But within that darkness, I found the power to rise, to self-educate, and to transform. This is not a story of perfection-this is a journey of street realism, of growth, of becoming. To the ones who feel broken: failure is not the end-it might be your beginning.