Now
Drip. Drip. Drip. The sound of blood dripping from my left arm. I must stay calm. Breathe. No! I must run. They are after me. They are going to find me. They are going to kill me. I must not look back. Run. Without shoes, my feet are hurting. Run. Through the thick forest at night. I can’t see. It’s too dark. But I must run. For my life.
4 Days Earlier
Long weekends are the best weekends ever. For hardworking people like my friends and I, we decided to take a long-needed and well-deserved break. Maia and Hana were in charge of the location. Leni and I were in charge of the transportation. A week before our vacation, Maia and Hana were googling for resorts outside the metro. In one of the searches, the name La Paz Resort stood out. It was somewhere in Central Visayas, which was one of the places that we have never been to, and the prices of the rooms were reasonable. The amenities were also beautiful, and the view of the ocean from the rooms were amazing, from what we saw on La Paz Resorts website. So that’s where we decided to unwind.
March 6, 2012
Panic. A sensation of fear. You begin to be agitated. You can’t think. All reason is gone.
The smoke is starting to get thick. She can’t breathe anymore. Her mind is in shambles. She is on the corridor of the hotel walking towards the fire exit. She is confused, crying. Suddenly, the ceiling collapsed in front of her and flames started to creep in the floor that she was on. She’s trapped. The only way remaining is to go back. To her room she ran as the fire started to engulf everything on the corridor. She locked the door. She’s all alone, and with the knowledge that she’s about to die, she just decided to lay on the bed. As she lay, she thought of her life, and what brought her here to this place. The good and bad times during her 25 years of existence.
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Inspired by the Goddesses of Philippine folklore
The Three Goddesses
Mayari
Under the light of the moon, she shines. Even if you don’t really know her, you’ll glance at her. She is the most beautiful girl that you have ever laid eyes on. You never want to keep your eyes off of her. Her charm is absolutely disarming. Love at first sight, that was her effect on you. Her eyes, her lips, her heart, her body, and her soul.
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A series of short stories, written in journal form, about death and by Death.
February 19, 2012
So I’m off to the mall, still walking. I know what you’re thinking ‘You’re death, why don’t you just summon a horse or a car or just snap your fingers to get to where you are?’ Uhm, because A. I don’t like horses and their smelly shit, B. A car? In Manila? Hahaha, Death would die in traffic… and C. I’m Death, I don’t snap my fingers, that’s a genie thing. Death prefers to walk, seeing/staring/stalking humans, and I heard that walking is apparently good for the health. Yeah, I’m health conscious too.
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A series of short stories, written in journal form, about death and by Death.
January 25, 2012
What is a light day? I don’t really know. Have you ever experienced one? I guess not. I have light days too — this is one of them — and probably the most memorable of them all, because just for a day, I only got one.
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It was a call that we received from my brother that they were going out for two days and wanted my mom, my sister and I to take care of their house while they were away. My mom agreed to it immediately. So on the last day of October, we packed our bags and went.
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Death
Walking all around
Craving for souls of the damned
Tonight, I will reap
It Starts With One
Smile. A smile can mean a thousand things to different people. There’s a smile that can mean Hi. A smile that says I like you. A smile that says I’m fine, no really…I am. A smile that says I know something that you don’t. And then there is that smile. That certain smile that can make another person’s heart jump. That is what he has, the man who can turn his smile into a deadly weapon.
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