Missing Heart

An eerie blanket of silence wrapped the courtroom. The accused stood, confidently, without a trace of remorse on his rather innocence eyes. Without reading the grim report of a young married woman who went missing, then body parts being discovered one by one-- legs, arms, head-- none can even guess the suspect would be a youthful… Continue reading Missing Heart

Our River

the gentle whispers of the trees' breeze. the tender murmur of river's flow. the playful tweets of the little birds. these sweet sensual delights are the reasons why we used to visit this river. the river we called ours. today i clutch unto you, unto your vessel. your vessel made of cold porcelain, a stark contrast… Continue reading Our River

The Painting

I asked my mom this morning about the almost burnt painting I saw last week in our attic. Its main subject is a woman dressed in glamor and elegance. She looked like me and my mommy but I am quite sure she is not my granny. To my surprise, mom turned pale and then sad… Continue reading The Painting

The Forgetful

My searching hands were left bare by the naked bed which bear no one but me. Sighing, I know the drill I get out of our blanket-made hill to find he. Welcoming sunrise kisses my just opened eyes, the noise of the road whispers cluttered sighs, there is he. Hugging his guitar, plucking eloquently, as… Continue reading The Forgetful

Silent Witness

The cracks of the breaking dried twigs and leaves tell me I am in the middle of a lush forest. Blindfolded, I can hear the loud cracking sound echoing with my racing heartbeats filled with excitement and fear. I grip his sweaty hand, harder. He squeezed my hands back to assure me that I am… Continue reading Silent Witness

Unicorn

I don’t really believe in mystic, enchanting creatures. And then you placed that unicorn-sign. So I tried if I can make one mine. — P.S. So happy to be three-lining again!!! 😀 😀 😀 — 03.09.2017 ©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Fleur Treurniet In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week… Continue reading Unicorn

The Bathroom Pianist

I was three when curiosity was born inside me. I remember the first thing I asked my mom was about the grand piano covered and silenced inside her room’s bathroom. I grew old asking why it’s hidden. She has offered me nothing but a teary smile, until today. With the same nostalgic yet melancholic look,… Continue reading The Bathroom Pianist

Four Bullets

One. Two. Three. Four. His seven-decade-old hands hold tight on the rusting rails of his lightless room's window. His darkened eyes stare at the now fallen tree and then to the triumphant men who successfully defeated the lush pine. The lush pine planted and reared by his wife. His wife who died last month. He… Continue reading Four Bullets

Right and New

Your mom let me in with a warm smile painted on her lips. “You know the drill, my little man,” she said tapping my back as I come in. I smiled back and nod. As usual, you are late. For almost two decades I have been waiting for you almost every day. Our parents are… Continue reading Right and New

Sorry, Storm

My clear window pane is tainted with gem-like trickles of rain. The sky is angry. So black. So dark. Its sharp and fast lightning brings along growling screams of thunder.These are the moments I hate the most. With rain comes my demon named depression. The feeling that even the mighty one loathes my existence and He… Continue reading Sorry, Storm