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Part 2

“Narinig mo ba yun?” tanong ko kay Merian, feeling ko nasa alapaap ako. Palabas na kami ng school building. Katatapos lang ng subject namin. “Sinabihan nya ako ng maganda ako.” Pinagsalikop ko ang aking mga kamay at dinala sa aking digdig at gumalaw na parang nanginginig. Kilig na kilig.

“Heh, kanina mo pa tinatanong tanong yan. Tumigil ka na nga bruha ka,” saway sakin ni Merian.

“Inggit ka dahil di ka sinabihang maganda ni Janus, my love?” biro ko kay Merian. (more…)

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Ang Kuwento ng Pag-ibig

Part 1

“Ang gwapo nya talaga!” may kilig sa aking boses habang tinitingnan ko ang larawan ni Janus. Naglalakad ako noon kasama ko si Merian papuntang skul. “Haist, kelan kaya nya ako mapapansin,” at aking ipinikit-pikit ang aking mga mata na parang nahihipnotismo, sabay imadyin. Nilandian ko pa ang paglakad.

Hawak-hawak ko ang isang ginupit mula sa school newspaper na larawan ni Janus. Pinagtyatyagaan ko kahit mga newsprint lang ang mga picture nya sakin. Nahihiya naman kasi akong piktyuran sya, saka isa pa, wala akong pang-piktyur. May selpon nga ako, wala namang kamera, yun bang, pang text and call lang. May laro din pala, snake-snake.

“Hoy luka-luka….ret. Tumigil ka nga sa kaiilusyon mo,” (more…)

Part 3…………. Last Part

She was bewildered of what she discovered about her husband. The medical laboratory result, the killings, missing husband. “Gawd!” she cried. “Where are you, demet!”

She tried calling everyone she knew asking if they saw her husband but everybody said, no.

“Hello!”

“Yes?” said the other person on the other line of the phone. The last person she knew her husband would had gone to.

“This is Sophia, may I speak with Dan?”

“Oh, thank God, Sophia! This is Nancy.”

Dan is Sam’s father and Nancy is his mother.

“Dan is out. Sam is here and he is just in his room. I’m worried about him. He drinks and sleeps the whole day. He won’t even eat. He’s a total mess. (more…)

Kill to Write 2

Posted: July 6, 2012 in English, Kill to Write
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Kill to Write
Part 2

“Where am I?” asked Sophia when the gag in her mouth and the blindfold of her eyes were removed. There was the sound of horror in her voice.

Her eyes were adjusting from the light coming from the bulb above. They were in an empty room with only two televisions and a table where the tvs where placed. There were two people in the room. A rugged looking person in front of her with the gag and the blindfold in his hand, and another guy who had a big scar on his right face near the door. He was smoking and was playing with the smoke he puffed.

“Who are you? What am I doing here?” Her gaze jumped from one person to another. (more…)

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This is a product of a challenge given to us by Padre, our leader in Literati. The challenge was to come with with a story in English with this opening paragraph:
For the past 25 years of my life, I’ve only written two short stories. It’s not for lack of imagination, though. My head is always bursting with ideas to write about. My failure – if you can call it that – can be more attributed to damage control. And conscience. It always boils down to conscience. You see, I do not like writing for the simple fact that if I begin to write, I will have to kill.
So here is the story. I do not know if I made justice or not. The only thing I know is that there’s pretty much of a blood loss. Epistaxis!
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KILL to WRITE

Part 1

For the past 25 years of my life, I’ve only written two short stories. It’s not for lack of imagination, though. My head is always bursting with ideas to write about. My failure – if you can call it that – can be more attributed to damage control. And conscience. It always boils down to conscience. You see, I do not like writing for the simple fact that if I begin to write, I will have to kill.

She was stricken by what she just read. Her heart sank. Her legs were wobbling and were about to collapse anytime. Sweat started to form on her forehead and in her body. The cool breeze of air coming from the open window that made the curtain dance was not helping. She took a deep breath. (more…)

Ikaapat na Yugto
Karugtong ng Ikatlong Yugto – hehehe

“Gusto mo ng tsokolate Letty?” tanong ni Loid sa babae pagkatapos nilang maubos ang kanilang miryenda.

“Huh? Bakit? Bibilhan mo ba ako?”

“Kung gusto mo ba,” sagot ng lalaki.

“Sige ba.”

“Halika, samahan mo ako, bili tayo sa labas, wala kase silang tsokolate dito.” At hinawakan nya na sa kamay si Letty at hinila patayo. Wala ng nagawa si Letty kundi ang tumayo na din.

“Babalik kami, antayin mo kami dito,” pasigaw na sabi ni Letty bago tuluyang naglaho ang dalawa sa mga mata ni Brix.
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“I’m sorry for being late,” hinging paumanhin ni Louis kay Marianne. Yumuko ito at (more…)

Ikatlong Yugto
Karugtong ng mga naunang yugto – hehehehe

“Walang hiya ka! Ang lakas ng loob mong dalhin pati dito sa bahay ang babae mo!” Ang mga katagang sumalubong kay Brix nang buksan nya ang pintuan ng kanilang bahay. Kung hindi pa nya napansin ang paparating na vase, siguradong dumudugo ang kanyang ulo sa oras na ito. Pero may nananalayatay atang dugo ng mga langaw sa kanyang katawan kayat mabilis syang nakailag; parang sa langaw, sa dami ba naman ng mga mata nila, paparating palang ang pamalo ay lumilipad na ang mga ito.

Mabilis na naglakad si Brix papunta kay Renova at hinawakan ito sa kanyang mga kamay. Nagsisigaw si Renova, hysterical, pilit pinapakawalan ang sarili mula sa pagkakahawak ni Brix.
“Bitawan mo ako, hayup ka! Kung kalian ka tumanda saka ka lumandi. Mahiya ka sa sarili mo, nasa kolehyo na ang anak mo!”

“Tumigil ka!” Ang tiim bagang na sabi ni Brix at hinila si Renova papunta sa kanilang kuarto saka isinarado iyon. Si Aling Ester na matagal na nilang kasambahay sa kanilang bahay ay nakatunganga sa bilis ng mga pangyayari.

Binitiwan ni Brix ang namumula-mula ng kamay ni Renova dahil sa higpit ng kanyang (more…)

Ikalawang Yugto
Ikalawang Yugto ng Simula ng Katapusan

“Tol, anong gusto mong miryenda?” tanong ni Letty kay Ronrix sa tonong pilit pinapalaki ang boses habang mataman nya itong tinititigan. Nakaupo sila sa harap ng isang lamesa sa kanilang school canteen. Kasama nila si Loid, isa din nilang kaibigan.

“Kumurap ka naman,” ang biglang sabi ni Loid kay Letty, “napaghahalata ka tuloy. Huwag mo namang ipahalata sakin.” Ang malamang sabi ni Loid na may kasamang pagtatampo sa boses nito.

“Huh!” Namumula mula si Letty. “Ano bang pinagsasabi mo? Umayos ka, makakatikim ka sakin,” ang pabiro pa nitong sabi matapos makabawi.

Ngumiti ng may kasamang lungkot si Loid. “Ako ba, di mo ba tatanungin kung anong miryenda ang gusto ko? Magtatampo na ako nyan.”

“Isa, isa lang pre, mahina ang kalaban,” ang sagot naman ni Letty. “Pagkatapos ko dito kay pareng Ronrix, ikaw naman susunod na tatanungin ko.”

Walang imik si Ronrix, malayo sa kanila ang kanyang isip.

“Tol?” tanong ulit ni Letty (more…)

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Babala: Maaring magkakabuhol-buhol ang iyong isip sa pagbabasa sa akdang ito. Ipinapayo ko lang po na bago pa man dumating ang yugtong iyon, buhulin mo na ang isip mo.  Mas maaga, mas maganda. Hahahaha

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Unang Yugto:
Simula ng Katapusan

“Ang pamilya ang pinaka-basic unit na bumubuo sa isang komunidad. Ang pamilya din ang humuhubog sa bawat miyembro nito. Ang mabuting samahan ng pamilya ang siyang pundasyon sa matatag na samahan ng bawat kasapi nito.”

Yan ang mga salitang namutawi sa bibig ni Ginoong Cruz. Isang binatang Propesor sa isang sikat na Unibersidad. Marami ang mga nagkakandarapa sa kanya na mga kababaihan at mga kalalakihan – mga colleagues nya at mga kanyang mga istudyante pero wala syang interest ni sa isa man sa kanila.

Tumingin sya sa kanyang mga estudyante… nag-hihintay na may magreact sa kanyang mga binitiwang salita.

“Sir, paano po pag broken family? Makakahubog parin kaya ito ng magandang mamamayan?” tanong (more…)

Maricar 2

Posted: April 4, 2012 in Maricar
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Chapter 2

4 years ago.

“I really would like to come with you,” Maricar was trying to explain to her husband while undoing the shirts and the pants from their wardrobe, folding them neatly and putting them in a traveling bag, “but how about Vicky?”

“Yaya Luring is here. She’ll take care of Vicky,” Haiden reasoned to his wife.

He step out from the wash room and went close to her. He cuddled her from behind and kissed her fair colored neck.

She turned around not breaking from her husband’s hands around her, faced him and noticed the newly growing hair on his upper lip and lower jaw. He still looked handsome and neat, though. She put her hands around his neck and rested her weight on her toes and raised her body and reached for his lips.
This was the man that made her mind go crazy. (more…)

Maricar

Posted: April 4, 2012 in English, Maricar
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Contents and some words used in this piece are not suited for very young audiences. Patnubay ng magulang ay kailangan. Kung wala ang mga magulang, basahin sa inyong kuarto. Salamat.

Maricar

Chapter 1

His hand playing, tracing every curve of her face from her forehead to her eyes, to her nose then to her lips – to where his finger stayed longer, then to her chin.

With his pointing finger, he slowly and delicately moved her face towards his. They were looking eye to eye. Her eyes were tantalizing black, which may be an understatement, but they really were. It’s one of those that cannot be taken for granted parts of her body.

He slowly moved his face towards her. Her dimples appeared. She was smiling. Those were what caught his attention the first time he saw her. They were deep. (more…)

Sa Dilim

Posted: February 6, 2012 in Just some Random Stories
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— literati challenge— FEARbetter late than never….. a good way for me to start my February bouncing back.

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I was ten years old then. I was listening to a radio program “Angelito Celestial” when I heard Jan-jan (short for Johnny) shouting hysterically, “Aswang! Nakakita ako ng aswang!” I minimized the radio volume and opened the window which was adjacent to their window. I listened until tears descent from my eyes from laughing. Here is his story.

Johnny is eleven years old. He fears no one, not even the bully boys nor anyone in the neighborhood. He loves to tell and retell stories, and he produces sounds with his lips when he tells his stories that amuse the listeners.
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Niight, around eight in the evening, his ate tells him to go and buy bread in a nearby store. Johnny, who is brave, takes the paper bill from his ate and walks to the store. He reached the place in one piece. He steps on a small tree trunk designed as a step-on for the small ones to reach the store window. He peaks in and when he saw someone in the store, he said excitedly, “Pabili nga po ng tinapay, yung sinasawsaw sa kape.” He smiles as he thinks of the bread he will eat.

He gives the paper bill and takes the bread. He waits for the change before he leaps off the step-on and runs to their home.
On his way home, from nowhere, someone touches his shoulder. He did not notice anyone coming near him so he turns around to see who it is.

Instead, he sees a dark face and two red eyes glaring at him with sharp teeth. He hears the creature murmur like a dog.

He suddenly jumps back and runs towards their house crying, “Aswang! Aswang!”

He jumps over their gate which is about his chest high. He kicks the door and blubbers, “Nakakita ako ng aswang! Nakakita ako ng aswang.”

His ate laughs and tries to calm him, telling there is no aswang, but Johnny is so convinced that aswangs exist – and he just saw one.

There are knocks on the door and an old woman comes in wearing a very thick jacket with the hood over her head. She is their neighbor; her house parallel to their house.

She explains:

“Nakita ko si Johnny kanina at nilapitan ko. Tinanong ko kung andito ang mama nya… e bigla nalang kumaripas ng takbo at nagsisisigaw, kaya sinundan ko sya.”

Then everybody laughs.
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This story, however, Johnny failed to retell.