payday (an excerpt)

“I have got to get out of here,” was my first impression of high school. I didn't know anyone in this school. “I need to go home where I could be myself,” I muttered as if I were Popeye while speed-walking to my first class. I was a quarter of an hour late. Who gets …


margarette, while writing away my feelings, i am on the seat where you sat the first time i met you. lately, i have been longing for you in the spaces you’ve left behind. your company. your calls. your messages. it has been a struggle to go day by day. it’s dimmed. it’s soundless. it’s almost …

an excerpt of a story i am writing: iii

I like maths. I have a really quirky way of doing maths, though. When adding numbers, for example, many others add numbers with their hands or with a tally, top to bottom. However, I do it very differently, especially when adding huge numbers. Let's add 584, 316, 245, 655, 323, and 127 for instance. First, …

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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