Eighteen months ago, I saw you outside my favorite church's steps. You were crying, jilted at the altar. I ran to you, put my arms around you as you wept. Warily, you lifted your face to mine. I kissed the top of your head, making you feel that I will always be here for you. You sobbed harder… Continue reading Eighteen Months
This is my winning entry for Bookbed Fictory, Bookbed.org's very first fic fest. Black Love, with 6,634 words, won first place. Prompt: Your (significant other) is rumored to be an engkanto. *** The brilliant red, odd-looking shape was what my eyes caught first. With each movement, it stretched out gracefully, much like a yawning mouth.… Continue reading Black Love
This is not a spin-off from the best-selling book. Rather, it's my own original version using the phrase, Coffee, Tea or Me? as prompt for this surprisingly different story. I enter her room after a brief knock. It is pitch dark inside, with only the light of the full moon coming from the open… Continue reading Coffee, Tea, or Me?