Tag: microfiction

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“Who want avocado?” I asked one day.
My husband smiled. I already expected it when he joked, “Ah that tasteless fruit?”
I used to have friendly banter with him about it. Avocado is one of my favorite fruits. I won’t let anyone make fun of it. However, today I only made a face…

Yes sir, I am! And if that’s a crime then arrest me because I won’t let go of this drug! A substance called writing. 😁…

I hate having weaknesses, but I am what am because of it.

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.

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.”

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…