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***AN EXCERPT*** It’s a huge word, innit? Obsession. A noun. A feeling. An addiction. An infatuation. January 21 Wednesday 9:54pm Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. I have been laying in my bed, staring at the clock hanged on my plain white wall. My eyes clapped twice as fast as the clock, arms clutched closer to …

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I close my eyes

I close my eyes only for a moment and the next thing I know I see you in my dreams you’re holding me again I see the fireplace is finally being used and I notice the steam from the hot cocoa on the coffee table and for a moment I believe it's real then suddenly …

last note

12 January 1997   He was fifty-two, drunk and alone in a car heading home to his wife from an after-work party.  He knew he could not drive home alone without Satan pulling his right foot  six feet under the ground, and Death, with his scythe, ready to reap whatever is there to be  reaped …

about me

my creation, my damnation when i was little, i was told i had a mind crafted by the gods. who would have guessed i’d use it on my own creation of hell? Quiyet Brul is a poet, a fiction writer, and an occasional awkward comedian from a small town in the Northern Philippines.  He immigrated …