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Eye of the Storm

    My mind is pretty quiet today
    And I’m enjoying it.
    STILLNESS.
    I feel relaxed.
    Maybe because, I’m sick.
    And my body needs to rest,
    And my mind
    Being a jealous item,
    Decides to quiet for a while.
    I love it.
    Yet,
    It has a downside
    That is,
    I couldn’t write
    Without all those bubbling noises
    Inside my head.
Prose, Writing Entries, Writings

Title: An unusual story.

Image of a moon

The moon was falling. Literally. The moon was falling like how an apple would fall from the tree because of gravity! And worst, everybody was seeing it. People were screaming here and there.

Oh no! This is the end!

We would surely die!

WaaaaaaaaaaaaH!

What the hell, the mooooon!

Hide! Hide! Let’s all hide! Continue Reading

Prose, Writing Entries, Writings

The Accused Witch

The girl sitting alone on the pavement

Six days. No food, no water, no clean clothes, no anything, except for the chilling air and the endless high wall that surrounds me. And oh, before I forget, there’s also this deafening silence. Darn. Continue Reading

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The Angel’s Valley

 

The place was cold, and the wind is still. I am standing on my favorite place, the rooftop of the university building. There was no sun yet, and everything was quiet as the ocean sleeping. My life used to be this quiet, so mundane that I almost hate it. Now, even though my feet begun to feel numbed by the cold stone on where I was standing, I now admitted that I craved for this stillness, the ordinariness of life. Continue Reading

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The Boy with a deep sigh

sad boy on the stair steps

Poor boy.

I saw him once in the neighbourhood where I was residing for a moment. It was in the year 1954. I could still remember it clearly. He was sitting there, hands on his face, looking so sad. For some reason on that particular day, I decided not to go to my work. Instead, I approached the boy. Continue Reading