an excerpt of a story i am writing: ii

Anyway, my friend’s name was Ana. When I didn’t have a traditional #2 pencil that day, I whispered to her asking if she had another pencil she could lend me because I didn’t have one. Looking back, I probably looked funny to her when I mouthed that I needed to borrow a pencil. I wonder …

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an excerpt of a story i am writing: i

Have you ever had the urge of wanting to write a book? You tell yourself that it’s going to be the best book of all times, that it’s going to touch many hearts and reach places you wish you could travel to — not just by your words, but by your physical self. Me, too! …

ephemeral

Loneliness has always been her only companion. There was no one around, no one to eat with— all she could do was clean her house occasionally, eat, and wash the damn dishes. Washing these dishes remind her of how sensitively delicate her hands were. She paused for a good while, with her hands holding a …

good night

“Have a good night, baby,” said Mom, tickling my ear and neck with her warm kisses. I fought civil wars in bed. I was scared to sleep without my lights on, so Mom got me a smart bed lamp that automatically shut itself off after an hour, or how much time you limit its lifespan, …

i.ii

January 31 Saturday 5:32pm “You’re sexy,” John sent a Snapchat. I could not help but rip my face with an overwhelming ear-to-ear smile. I began to think of us making out, my mind wandering with  thoughts about our lips moving against each other along with the sounds of our desperate gasps. We were walking his …

i.i

***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 …

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 …