Alec in Wonderland

Short Stories

Valerie spread the blanket over the grassy field. She arranged the snack, lit up the candles and lay on the ground while listening to Alec’s favorite songs. She fell asleep holding a bouquet of flowers in her hand. She has been busy these past few months and she can definitely fall asleep in an instant.

The Old Nanan Bridge

Horror

There are lots of mysteries surrounding the old Nanan Bridge in The Philippines. The road is pitch-black at night. The street lights don’t seem to function in that area. The homeowners tried to fix the problem and change the lamps over and over, but the lights just flicker and would eventually turn off. The locals gave up afterwards and left the place as it is when one of the repairmen got electrocuted and died.

The Orchard

Horror

Cameron Moore became an orphan at the age of 6. Both his parents died when their house was accidentally burned down, three years ago. A family BBQ dinner gone wrong. The social workers couldn’t locate any close relatives because his family was not registered in the region, The Moores were illegal residents.

The Perfume

Short Stories

Tomorrow is the 80th birthday of Lolo Melchor, Gemma’s grandfather. The whole family planned  to have a big party for him. They ordered 6 gallons of ice cream, a two-layered cake, and other desserts which will be delivered the next day. The venue was set and decorated with colorful balloons and a banner that wrote: Happy Birthday Lolo Melchor. 

Things I do when I don’t write

Magical Aesthetic, Short Stories

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There was once a time when I would write many beautiful things about life just by staring at the evening sky, the moon, and the dancing stars. With every word, every sentence, I can feel the moon’s energy flowing through me, inspiring me to write. Yes, the moon is my muse.

The End

Love Notes

Love… intentionally ignored.
Heart shattered to pieces.
Wrists too fragile for this suffering.
Blood dripping on the floor like red ribbons.
Useless. Worthless.
Pain… intentionally returned.
Breaking every piece of me and I can not go back.
I will stop crying myself to sleep.
My pillows had been drowned by my tears for a long time now.
It’s time to end this.
I will close my heart.
I will leave it like this until…
Until, it stops beating.

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