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Sharp Rough-edged rulers desolation and truth silent witnesses Sharp A man shot on the back Ten times, one more than the next Sharp! ugliness grinning in a puddle of purple blood Sharp! Reset!… Continue reading
After months of being delayed, I am proud to announce that my first ebook, “A Foolish Journey,” is now available for free download at this site! The product of a 78-day writing challenge,… Continue reading
Sharp Rough-edged rulers desolation and truth silent witnesses Sharp A man shot on the back Ten times, one more than the next Sharp! ugliness grinning in a puddle of purple blood Sharp! Reset!… Continue reading
Originally posted on Deelaytful:
When the curtain falls, we see RICK inside a room of a motel. Knock. Rick doesn’t budge. The door opens and JOE enters. RICK You’re late. JOE Sorry po.…
A captured moment: Your white shirt, faded blue Jeans and black sneaks, Folded inside and a colorful Bag slung over one shoulder As I text (or rather Pretend to; really, does the shutter… Continue reading
A man and a woman on opposite sides of the stage. They are NOT talking to each other. MAN …And then I said, fuck this shit! WOMAN Such an jerk, he stormed out… Continue reading
Scribbling away The notes of the director (Who is sweating Harder than I am) The spotlight Beckoning to me, My mind Half-numb The shaky markings of my pencil Stage manager calls places And… Continue reading
Simon loves a good steak. Not just the variety one can chance upon at a the fly-by-night restaurants. He likes his steak rare. A few hours ago, he had just given his verdict… Continue reading
Kai arrives at Fitness First, SM North EDSA, at exactly 3:15 every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. Ever since I’ve known him, he’s never broken that schedule. Often, he would be coming from his… Continue reading
Kuya, are you awake? Hush, don’t worry. I’m here. Let me be your nurse this time. Let’s just get this bag out of the way. Kuya, stop thrashing – remember when I was… Continue reading
In my pale boxers, I lean on the railings of the balcony, a can of pineapple juice in one hand, a lit cigarette burning a hole through me in another. My cellphone is… Continue reading
When the curtain falls, we see RICK inside a room of a motel. Knock. Rick doesn’t budge. The door opens and JOE enters. RICK You’re late. JOE Sorry po. Daming tao sa Recto.… Continue reading