04th March, 2015. 1:25pm
This is a response to the Daily Prompt’s Just a Dream:
You’re having a nightmare, and have to choose between three doors. Pick one, and tell us about what you find on the other side.
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I stood by the foot of the door as I watch the little girl steal the precious bird from the altar. While everyone ran after her, I led the little girl to a room so she can hopefully escape. But there were no other doors to take her to another room but the ones we came from. It’s all glass windows and walls, and people screaming from the other side, preparing to catch the thief.
It didn’t take a long time for me to realize that she could escape through the window, so I helped her open the glass windows. I don’t know if the little girl can see me, but I noticed how shocked she was when the window suddenly opened. Continue reading
15th January, 2015. 10:26am
Fart #1: Yesterday, I was fangirling over Spice Girls, listening to their songs once again. Fine, I have been listening to them since last Saturday, actually, but that’s not the point. I was on Youtube yesterday while working when I played 2 Become 1. I played the official music video, and after the song, I scrolled down the comment section to see what people have been saying about the song. One of the commenters said, “18 years later and I didn’t realize Baby Spice was referring to condoms” and I was like, “what?! No, that can’t be. 2 Become 1 isn’t about sex… Is it?” Continue reading
13th January, 2015. 10:16am
The glowing purple balls
kinda looked like this, only bigger.
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I was lying on a bed with my family, Chico and Delle and the Rushers—some friends from the morning radio show I listen to every week—as I await to wake up at 3am for our Summer outing. It was weird because aside from the occasional events, I never attended any special events like a Rushers’ Summer Outing before, and with my family! I woke up to the sound of people scurrying past each other. I know I joined the fray, but the next thing I know, we were already in the resort.
I don’t know where we went, just that it’s a beach (*and not a good one at that). The moment we arrived, people started jumping on the shore but me and my family stayed. I went to the hut that my aunt stays and sat on the couch to find them with a seer. She (the seer) was talking to my aunt about finding three special people with special gifts, which she’d know when she sees the little ball of light towards that person. I was watching her not because I’m interested, but because I find it creepy, which is really weird because I always buy this kind of shit. The seer went outside the hut, I turned my head to watch her from the window and saw her doing something I can’t quite describe. She was chanting and doing something with her hands and the sand and suddenly, I saw a tiny ball of white light travels… towards me. Continue reading
17th December, 2014. 7:32pm
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Today, during the mass, our parish priest talked about “moving on”. He actually talked about how to get past a bad habit, but somehow, I find his homily a little too close to how we commonly know it.
I woke up this morning from yet another dream from the-one-that-got-away. In my last entry, he left a note on the board telling me to move on and be happy. Now, in my dream, we find ourselves back to each other. Continue reading
11th December, 2014. Written 12:10pm – 12:20pm
This is a response to the Daily Prompt’s Ready, Set, Done!
As it’s been a while since our last free-write… set a timer for ten minutes. Write without pause (and no edits!) until you’re out of time. Then, publish what you have (it’s your call whether or not to give the post a once-over).
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Have you ever had a recurring dream about someone before, specifically someone from your past? I have. I’ve been having recurring dreams about a particular someone; one I haven’t seen in years. It all started four years ago and yes, I still dream about him ’til now.
He and I didn’t part well. It ended before it even started, which sucks. I know, it’s my fault, actually. And I thought that maybe it was my fault for doing that to him and that I deserve all this guilt. But last night, he finally answered, or some kind of like that. The dream went like this: Continue reading