I was quite certain there was more to it; that there was more to life than just living in that seemingly small world.
By EUZETTE FERMILAN
When I was little, in a child’s point of view, l thought about living in the countryside like being in a cocoon. Most especially during pre-social media era. Slow. Still. Routinary. Out of reach, almost. Continue reading “Once upon a cocoon”
Flick was a odd and iconoclastic dog, but he was my dog. He was one of my best friends and someone I loved deeply. That’s why it hurt so much when he died.
By THOMAS G.M. SHARPE
“I talk to him when I’m lonesome like, and I’m sure he understands. When he looks at me so attentively, and gently licks my hands; then he rubs his nose against my tailored clothes, but I never say naught threat. For the good Lord knows I can buy new clothes, but never a friend like that.” –W. Dayton Wedgefarth Continue reading “My friend, Flick”
The saddest part is waking up every day knowing that I’m clinging onto my fairy tales until the price for believing in them becomes too high to pay.
By GIO HOLDEN DAGOOC
Those eyes, the way you look at me. Damn them. Continue reading “An open letter to the one who’s out of my league”
Once upon a time, there were two. Two individuals so in love and so true. Nothing could separate them, not even the tides. But this is a story of how it died.
By DANIEL FRANCO G. POBE
Once upon a time, there were two
Two individuals so in love and so true
Nothing could separate them, not even the tides
But this is a story of how it died Continue reading “Fingers crossed”