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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…)

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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…)

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…)

Pong, Antonia!

Posted: September 19, 2011 in English, Just some Random Stories, Tagalog
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The streets are isolated. The queues of street lights flicker and some are already dead. It has been a year or so since they were replaced; the officials are now busy in politics or they just don’t care – they have their own errands to attend to. Seldom were there crimes in the place, however, which is the opposite of what is expected in a place like that, not because the people are afraid of doing crimes, but because they don’t have to, and more so, no one goes outside in the pitch of the night; no one except those who feign their valor and those who really need money, that they gamble their lives.

Occasionally you hear the barking and the whining of the street dogs and cats. The trash bins are scattered by the dogs in search for food to fill their stomacks but no one cares among the denizens about that. And in the far end of the one particular street, a woman, in her young age, is running. Her breathings are heavy and her heart pounds so fast. She is soaked in her sweat. Some of her long black hair cover her eyes. Some also are in her pale thin lips. She pushes them at the back of her ears with her tiny hands and small fingers, and as she does, she wipes her sweat-covered face with her dirty hand although she doesn’t care how dirty they are.

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Story of Joanne

Posted: April 30, 2011 in English, Just some Random Stories
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Erica Bids Goodbye

Posted: March 9, 2011 in English
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Erica Bids Goodbye
by Samwel

He put his hands on her shoulder. There was a twitch in her body. She looked like she bounced back to reality. Her eyes became restless, looking at him. He noticed the fear in her eyes. Then tears started to build up. She seemed confused. She started to sob and then tears rolled down her cheeks. Then a little voice hurting squeaked, “No… don’t, please.”

“What’s happening Erica?” queried Mr. Green. He looked at Erica closely. He moved his hands off the girl’s shoulder. “What’s wrong Erica,” he repeated. The whole class’ focus was on Erica. She was acting weird. She would be present physically in class but her mind seemingly out wondering somewhere. (more…)

Infidel Mind

Posted: March 9, 2011 in English
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She was the envy of many. She got all what she wanted – boys, things, and she was one step ahead to the limelight of stardom. There never was a time that she was ignored by boys for she was the fantasy of every Adam, and she got friends who always were jealous of her luscious beauty, thinking why they were not blessed with the same. With just a smile, she would perturb the guys… but that was until one day, when she realized she did not have everything she wanted.

She glanced at herself for the last time on the big-sized mirror before she made her way out of the house to meet her boyfriend. She was wearing an old faded fit blue jeans that showed her big sexy butt and long legs. She paired it with a red short shirt. On top of her shirt was an open black jacket that suited her well, (more…)

Horror and Error

Posted: March 8, 2011 in English, Tagalog
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Horror and Error
by Samwel

The moon was shining in silvery color. I was panting hard. The water on the paved street reflected the moons’ full image which heightened my trembling. The street dog howled again for the third time. My sweat was all over my face down to my neck then down my back and else where.  I was shaking hard. I can hear my heart’s beat. I felt my hot breath on my lips. I was whispering my prayers to God to protect me. My eyes were wide open; (more…)

Encountering a kapre
by Samwel

I am Sam. I am eight years old and I’m turning nine five months from now. Well, you might be amused that a boy my age can share a story like this. My parents said that I am gifted coz I could count one to one hundred at age three and could enunciate the English alphabet at age three and a half. At age four I could read and I could write my name. I started attending school when I was five and I am in grade five now. I was never one of those who received sashes though when I was in grade one to four.

As a young boy growing in a rural area, I am accustomed to hearing supernatural stories. I have always been fascinated to these kinds especially when my grandma, Inang Baket, (more…)