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Hey, I’m Jessica E. Larsen. A Filipina writer based in Spain.ย Iโ€™m currently an author of 9 books, 5 in Tagalog and 4 in English. As of May 2021, I actively socialize asย Jessie Winterspring, the name I’ll be using when publishing my future books in English.

Several of my short stories free in online retail stores. Most of the self-edited drafts are posted here in my blog and other writing platforms like Reedsy and Wattpad.ย 

I live near the Mediterranean coast with my loving husband and adorable son. I love watching the ocean and scheme how to torment annoying goody-two-shoes or straight out murder bitchy exes.

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When in France

When in France

Moments in time Travels
Vรฉritable andouillette... sounds nice? If you ever encounter this in any French menu, I suggest you to stay away from it, unless you know what it means or what this food is. Some for sure have this as their favorite and god, I was excited when I pointed it to the waiter. If you're one...
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I lived!

I lived!

Moments in time random
Okay maybe I'm exaggerating, but Mushu's first line in Mulan was the first thing that popped in my head when I thought of what title to give this post. I did not feel like dying, but these last week, right after arriving in Spain from a week-long roadtrip, felt like hell. I caught flu and...
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Looking Back

Looking Back

Moments in time Music special post
This may not be the most romantic post for valentines, but I want to talk about The Gambler by Kenny Rogers. This song was released in 1979. Five years before I was born but I loved it from the first time I heard it when I was around six years old. I clearly remember what...
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wolf mountain

Wolf Mountain

With a backpack on my back, containing basic necessities and a sleeping bag, I made my way up the mountain. The sound of snow beneath my boots gave me the boost of strength to go on. It was cold but my cheeks was damp with sweat and my long hair uncomfortably clung to my skin. My momโ€™s words three years ago rang in my ears. โ€œA young twenty-year-old girl like you should stop hiking by herself,โ€ she said in which I replied...

Under the Mask

Anywhere he goes, people step aside. Parting like an ocean giving way to the king. Except heโ€™s not treated with kindness. Because heโ€™s always covered in cut and bruises. โ€œThey should put that delinquent to jail,โ€ said one of the women to her friend. โ€œYes, he give this neighborhood...

Beneath the spring flower

Beneath the Spring Flowers

Springtime is when flowers bloom. And every year I will be one of the people who eagerly wait for trees to blossom, but unlike everyone, Iโ€™m not waiting for warm weather. Iโ€™m waiting to see her. She that only appears with the delicate array of papery pink blossoms of the trees. Today she stood in the arch bridge that perfectly reflected in the water, I ignored the fact that she isnโ€™t in it. My focus is on her, to her enchanting presence that makes everything else fade. โ€œThis year Iโ€™ll...

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