Tag: creative writing

Makulit is a Tagalog word for bothersome. But unlike bothersome, makulit is use with endearment for friends and family. Simon over at Penning Thoughts is…

You know the feeling when everything seems meaningless? Have you ever felt it?

I’m a healthy nineteen-year-old boy, wait, a handsome nineteen-year-old Filipino man, hehe, and that’s exactly what I was feeling when a chicken gave me “the look” I’m not joking!

I was sitting on the park bench watching people skittering from each other and give that awkward smile. Social distancing has made a lot of people paranoid, even a loner like me want to cringe at how uncomfortable everyone…

I’ve always look at the brightness of the sun, watching it rise and set on the horizon with satisfaction, yet tonight with her beside me, her…

Simple moments are time worth treasuring.

Another month has gone, next let’s welcome another one. Last month, I got a blast from the past. An ex-boyfriend whom I shared the most…

Whether you love or hate Autumn, I’m sure you agree that it’s a beautiful season. There’s something to love at every season and this season…

He got the brightest smile, but I see the shadow behind it.

Anywhere he goes, people step aside. Parting like an ocean giving way to the king. Except he’s not treated with kindness. Because he’s always covered in cut and bruises.

“They should put that delinquent to jail,” said one of the women to her friend.

“Yes, he give this neighborhood a bad name.”

Yes, just like that everyone judged him, they hate how he wore those signs of beating like a badge, annoyed that he still walks with…

When I was a little girl, my grandfather told me, “Jen, remember there’s a spirit within everything,” he stretched his wrinkled fingers toward the mountains. “Even the grass and the trees got spirits, so be kind toward them. They will never fail you.”
Because grandpa was my favorite, I listened and treated everything with care. It was during my teens when I got lost in the forest with my sister. I heard a soft voice “this way.”

His eyes are like the wind, unseen,

yet feeling it caressing me.

The first time the government implemented lockdown, I thought this will be over soon. But many months later we’re still stuck at home. Worse, we receive news that Reyna, the loving mother, grandma, and mother-in-law passed away in her sleep…

I have no idea if he ever felt the same, but at some point, I’ve grown out from being a childhood friend into wanting something…