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 teenager. Until he confessed and surrendered and then plead not guilty.

“I thought I am guilty of killing her, but I am not. I did not kill her. I just took back what she said is mine before she married that stupid man.”

No one tried to speak.

“Her heart is mine, and will forever be mine. I buried it under the logs beside my home, our could have been home.  I gave her back to the world who never dared to accept us. I only kept her heart. What is wrong with that?”

Word count: 150
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Photo credit: Loreta Notto

For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) May 02, 2017. 🙂

 

Word-High July:Pahimakas

26

Pahimakas

The day you said the last goodbye
felt like the end of entire I.

The curse of love not returned,
dawned on me like waves unnerved.

Years after you said your last words,
I’m still unsure if I regret,

that I pulled the trigger
after you confessed you love her.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer

Photo credit: BuzzFeed, Unsplash


In response to Word-High July: 30 Beautiful Filipino Words: Day 26 – Pahimakas.

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Homecoming

143 02 February 14th 2016

After I tried living in that stinky city fogged with asthma-inducing smoke for two long years, I am finally back to my bucolic peaceful home.

I regret leaving, because apparently no one noticed that I left, no one knew why I left.

No one was able to figure out how I successfully chopped her into pieces, and how  I intricately buried her lovely doll-like parts around that rhino-ranch.

I thought that would be my shining moment! But it wasn’t!

In fact, her endearing lovely head remained lost. Well, I still have them, preserved in the best way that I could.

I am not back to give it back, though.

I am back because it’s time to look for her companion.

I hope this time my great skills will be known!

Word count: 130

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Photo credit: Sunday Photo Fiction


In response to Sunday Photo Fiction for February 14, 2016.

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Alastair Forbes where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. The piece doesn’t have to center around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story.

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