sweetie. Please don’t ever think that. Not all people are bad. Many are good
and kind, caring for others like us.” Sighing, she scratched her tummy. “Only a
handful of them are bad. They’re those who are only happy when they’d inflicted
harm on others. Do you understand that?”
she asked again. “Mommy, are we bad?”
sweetie!” The mother gasped. “We are not bad. We just want to live peacefully,
to protect our own, that’s all.”
The little bear rubbed her mother’s blood-spattered, pregnant belly. “Is that why you killed those hunters?”
Like a puny flame,
the sun was expunged by the passing of billions of icy cold, colossal meteors,
gobbling it up in one fell swoop.
When the heavy
pounding of snow stopped, Evie came out from under the volcanic cave where
she’d taken refuge, surviving by keeping herself warm beside the flickering
heat of the lava. Her heart sank at the sight of the freezing, white vastness
of nothingness. She shivered, realizing she was the only survivor of the catastrophe
which ended all life on earth.
Or was she?
A few feet away, Aidan, shaken and dazed, caught her eyes.
His feet tapped
on the window sill, finding rest for his tired, wind-whipped body. The mother whispered,
“Go away,” but abruptly stopped when her child grasped her arm, weakly shaking
her small head. In gratitude, he sang her a beautiful song. She rewarded him with
a dazzling smile.
on, the window remained open. Day, night, rain, or shine, he came and sang to her,
his heart full of love.
Until one day, he found the window closed, its curtains drawn. He understood. In grief, he wept, perched atop a tree. Wings folded, he sang a song for her…still.
it’s the little things. A name. Some place. A memory.
becomes a few names. A lot of places. Many memories. It’s like, you step into a
merry-go-round which has just started spinning, and then it speeds up, round
and round and round, and you get lost and dizzy as the objects fly around you
again and again and again, until they all become blurs, flashes, smudges, while
you remain rooted on the ground, confused and disconcerted.
you panic. But then, you become numb.
Even when you don’t recognize the face looking back at you.
Cursing, his knees buckled. He slumped to the floor. It’s Gina’s fault! He’d told her he didn’t want to see her anymore. But when she opened her door to him naked and flung herself at him, he hadn’t been able to resist her. Afterward, he’d been disgusted at himself for breaking his promise to his wife.
Someone must have seen him leaving there and told Maila, and she’d left him just as she said she would if he’d cheat on her again.
He lifted his eyes. She’s still here! He hugged her knees and cried unabashedly.
I’ve been under the weather for the most part of January and I’m finding it hard to regain my muse. This writing challenge came at a most appropriate time. It will push me to write 100 words every day for the whole month of February 2019, and may just be the boost I need to be able to continue the visual novel I’m currently working on.
#28Letters is by 8Circles, an FB Page for 8Letters, a creative community. Cindy Wong, a prolific travel blogger, writer and author, is the founder of 8Circles, 8Letters, and its bookstore, 8LettersBooks where Filipino-authored books are curated and promoted. Check out the link!
So, here goes nothing:
#28Letters Day 1:
“Not my fault.”
“Really? Whose fault is it this time?”
“How can we fix this? Talked yet?”
“No. Won’t waste my time.”
“Should’ve thought of that before.”
“Please, don’t start.”
“Don’t you ever get tired of this?”
“I don’t want this!”
“Well, what do you want?”
“How is it not possible?”
“I’m tired. I’m hanging up. See you tomorrow.”
“Hey! I’m trying to help here. What is it you want?”
A deep breath. A mournful sigh.
“But it isn’t possible, is it? Because you’re in love with someone else.”
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Just popping in to announce the good news: IT’S NOT JUST SEMANTICS is now LIVE! Paperback edition will be out soon.
I had so much fun writing this book. It was originally a Wattpad story of mine with a different, angsty, tearful twist, a la telenovela style with a happy ending.
But writing it in book form turned it to become a lighter version without tears and with less angst. I can truly say this is a fun read!
It has Filipino characters, age 30s. Romantic pergola under the stars, blanketed by white curtains and fairy lights. A trail of tea light candles with sampaguita flowers. Oh, and there’s pandesal, taho, tinapang bangus, and bayawak! Set in a fictional island paradise. Did I mention this book’s got lots of tongues? Yep, from page one to the last (gasp!)
This is the first book in a series of standalone romances set in an island paradise. Absolutely no cliffhangers and guaranteed happy ending!
Get ready for a delightful, heartwarming, tongue-filled (!) romantic comedy.
Rome Alvez is a disgraced champion race car driver, a notorious playboy, and he’s her stoical Boss. Alex Hernandez is his efficient but smart-mouth and willful Personal Assistant tasked to repackage his image and bring him back to glory.
He’s sarcastic. She’s cynical.
He’s a player. She’s a man-hater.
From the first moment they met, it’s a battle of wit, wills, and principles. Their views and values on relationships are poles apart. They don’t hold them back from each other, expressing them in colorful language every chance they get.
But in reality, both are cowards in disguise, scared and scarred, ruined by people close to them.
So what do they do when they find themselves drawn to each other despite their differences? They run around in circles and chalk up that “something” between them to just plain desire. After all, desire, attraction, lust, chemistry—those are the same banana, aren’t they? It doesn’t matter how they word it.
It’s just semantics. Or is it?
What if that “something” between them masks a deeper feeling which they can’t refuse or deny?
What if fate brought them together to heal each other’s emotional wounds and give them the courage to take a risk on love?
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It’s a new year! And I’m welcoming it by revising my books. I got the idea from this article of Joanna Penn, a respected connoisseur in all aspects of self-publishing and more. She has many awesome articles and information for authors and writers, and I just love her.
Being incarcerated at home because of allergies had been somewhat of an advantage for me. It gave me time to revise, edit, and create new covers. Here they are:
The Gangster & The Socialite received the major revamp. Aside from its new cover, I also revised and added to its contents. It now also has a new title: ESCAPE TO LOVE, being Book 1 of Rich Girl (Megan) & Hot Guy (Richard) Adventure Series. The paperback edition on Amazon Kindle will be appearing soon.
So, why the changes? I decided to give The Gangster & The Socialite a new title because, well, this was my first finished novella and it was originally a fan fiction, hence, the cheesy title.
But readers should know that in spite of its humorous tone and movie-script-fast-paced style, it really is a story of finding love in the most unexpected places and with the most unanticipated person in a suspenseful background of crime, murder, and revenge. ESCAPE TO LOVE aptly describes the book since the heroine had to escape from many near-death situations, only to land inescapably straight into the hands of love.
Book 2 will be published soon, entitled, Hunted Honeymoon. There were some readers of Book 1 who do not particularly like insta-love plots. Well, Megan and Richard may have fallen in love fast, but that doesn’t mean what they feel toward each other will not last. I intend to prove that in this series as they come face to face with several crime-related events that will put their relationship to test, and where their love for each other will emerge triumphant, stronger, and more solid. This delightful couple’s adventure has just begun!
The rest of my books just got new covers, which more aptly depict the stories as well.
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 as I held you tight.
For the next days and months that followed, I didn’t leave your side. You were inconsolable. You barely smiled. You resigned from work. Your parents tried to get you out of your room but you wanted to stay indoors. Your delicate heart was broken into pieces.
But slowly, painstakingly, I found ways to make you feel a little better each day. I would play your favorite songs in your iPod and made you listen. I would turn on the TV to your favorite gag show to make you laugh. I would give you a funny book to read, which made you smile. We would look through my wacky photographs and you’d grin delightfully. When tears fell down from your eyes, I would kiss them away one by one. And at night, I would lull you to sleep by murmuring “I love you” to you as I nibble your ear and gather your warm body to my sweet embrace.
I was so happy when one day, you stepped out of your room to finally go back to work. Your family and friends were crying and smiling at the same time. I tagged along with you on your first day and saw how you loved being back in your office, mingling with old friends and meeting new ones. You plunged yourself into your job as a way to forget your heartbreak.
I would wait for you at home everyday, eager to know how the day went by. And you would always tell me how fulfilled you were at how you did your job, even some of your blunders and frustrations with your co-workers.
Until one day you spoke to me . . . about him.
My heart felt a stab of pain at your first mention of his name. But I didn’t let you notice it.
Day after day, I watched you drift away from me. You didn’t call on me as often as before. When I called you, you do not hear me, or is it that you weren’t listening anymore?
You would now laugh at the most mundane things, waiting not for my prompt. A smile was always pasted on your lips, your eyes twinkling, thinking of happy thoughts that I fear do not include me. Whereas before, you hungrily grope for my presence at night on the bed, now you turn away from me and wouldn’t let me touch you.
One day, I surprised you at work. But I was the one surprised when I saw you kissing him.
I wanted to get angry at you, but I couldn’t. I love you too much.
Without a word, I walked away, not waiting to hear your explanation. I was hoping you’d seek me out, but you didn’t. I waited, and waited. But you didn’t come.
Hard as it was, I had to accept that the day I was afraid of has finally arrived: You fell out of love from me, and fell in love with someone else.
TODAY is your wedding day. You are the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen. I am so envious of your groom and I wanted to hate him.
But seeing him looking at you with great affection made me realize that he will do everything to make you happy. And that was enough for me to accept defeat.
Now I know what made me stay. I stayed because I wanted to make sure that you would move on, that you’d go on living.
As I walk out of the church and out of your life, I felt for the last time the indescribable pain and agony I suffered when my car crashed on our wedding day. . . eighteen months ago.
And then the light claimed me, and afterwards. . . OBLIVION.