I'm squeezing in my works of fiction (or poetry) in this blog from time to time. But despite my messy bed and shelves (my desk could pass for decent), I like to organize particular things such as my works and the documents in my computer. This page is where I compile them for easier navigation. Also, in case you're interested enough to read them. As I always say, "Here. For your amusement."
July 6, 2017
March 15, 2017
(a fiction series)
Her eyes hovered over his wide chest for a moment, trying to evaluate the size, reimagining comfort. ‘Was this the same chest that held her when she cried last night?’ she thought.
As if on cue, he took her clenched fist and kissed it – gently, as if he were holding an infant. As if he actually did love her. She lowered her gaze, warm blood spreading across her face, until she felt a sting from her nose, going up to her eyes. She blinked back hot tears.
“I’m always here, you know,” he whispered, sweeping her hair away from her cheeks.
“I know.”
But she knew she didn’t...
2. Chanda's Log. Day 1.
March 15, 2017
(a fiction series)
Hello, dear world, reader, or whatever living thing is reading this. Or hello, future self, in case
you're the only one who's ever read or will ever read this.
I'm writing this in an attempt to survive my twenty-second year, aka Valley of Death,
in which I throw in the yays and woes of a typical life of a baby adult: ME. If ever I don't make it to the twenty-third year, you know what to do. Tell my parents you could check this log for details.
3. The Appointed
July 26, 2016
(a short story)
“I saw an angel at the swamp today,” Gido whispered. His eyes were on my hands clutched around the wooden pestle. I was pounding the burnt rice father brought home from the harvest before the sun rose and my shirt has already started sticking to my torso, and my damp hair to my forehead. In a few days, Bae Neneng will be asking for her share of grain for the pangasi, the rice wine, for the next moon’s wedding. Today is not a good day to be...
4. 2 AM
April 3, 2016
(a short story)
Fourth Part.
She sucks in her breath again and feels the folds of her sheets in the dark, letting the coolness rub on her burning skin. Her ready-made blue satin dress has covered her up after all, just like what the sales attendant said, except for a few areas where it starts to skimp – the tear from the slit showing right above her left thigh. She presses her thumb over the purple spot on her knee and winces. She forgets where she got the bruise, although she does have a slight memory of her driving Paul’s minivan.
Paul. Her mouth twitches sourly as she...
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5. Beautiful Danger
December 15, 2014
(a flash fiction)
“If you don’t normally do this at home, then why are you doing it right now?” she asked herself for the third time. She combed her hair to the side to keep it from whipping into a tangled mess, her eyes locked on the tattoo on his nape. Squinting her eyes, she remembered that back then, tattoos were a taboo, but tonight, she was not so sure. And as if entranced, she closed her eyes and chanted, “I don’t know. I don’t know anymore.” Life is funny sometimes. For most of your life, you think about one thing only to be told one day that you were wrong.
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6. Harana
(a short story I wrote when I was fifteen, revised after 5 years)
“Nadia,” Ate Imelda, my older sister, called from the terrace, her hand beckoning me to go over. Her eyes were playful tonight, as if she knew a secret I didn’t. The same look she had when she told us she was finally pregnant. She scooped her belly with her left hand as she peeked through our nipa window. I wonder if Kuya Kanor gave her...
7. Dakop
September 23, 2013
(first Sebuano poem I have ever written)
Sa pagbuka sa mata sa adlaw
Dakpa kining pagtutok kong hagbay rang sinalom sa imong tunguran.
Dakpa kining pahiyom kong pinatam-is sa gugmang walay apan-apan.
Dakpa ang pag-dula-dula sa buhok.
Dakpa ang pag-taghoy sa galagubo na dughan.
Dakpa ang maulawong pulong na sinulat sa papel na tinagu-an.
Dakpa kining gakiti-kiti kong kasingkasing
sama sa alibangbang sa bulakan na nagpa-uyon sa hangin.
Makamatikod man ako o wala,
dakpa kining tanan.
Dakpa unya tanan
sa pagbuka sa mata sa adlaw.
8. Remembering
July 30, 2013
(a flash fiction)
9. Hazy Days
November 6, 2012
(a flash fiction)
After mustering all the courage she needed, Alyssa walked up to Joash who was busy playing with his new guitar. Joash blinked, looked up at her, and resumed to strumming a couple of strings...
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10. The Things I've Missed
October 11, 2012
(a short story)
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11. Sandwiched
October 7, 2012
(a flash fiction)
"Problem?" Marie piped in as she strode towards the swing next to...
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I am always looking forward to publishing my own book - a novel or a collection of the short stories I've written. Although it sounds too ambitious for someone like me, I also could not see why I can't try. My blog is part of my training ground. Thank you for coming to this part of the page. Your feedback is treasure to me.
HUGE fan! Found you through a blogger browsing session! Be sure to share the book once you've finished!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kara! Although I'm not sure if these are worth publishing. I won't stop writing though. Thank you so much for dropping by! :)
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