tasting silence: a 100-word story

Silence has always tasted sweet since I was a young boy. I find bliss in building a world of my own, alone. Now, with only the whirring of her ventilator, my tongue is filled with bitter gourd juice, swimming through the boulder inside my throat. Her hands, I’ve held since she was 24, feel coldContinue reading “tasting silence: a 100-word story”

dawning dreams: a 100-word story

It starts with the usual scene. The hibiscus bush void of bloom, filled with sharp twigs like fangs of the past, looking at him from his bedroom window. The door less-an-inch open like a defeated sigh. The bedsheet crumpled, free of human warmth. The duplicate cold key, slouched. The screech of tires against the gravelContinue reading “dawning dreams: a 100-word story”

A Look Back to Move Forward

It’s almost two in the morning, I am supposed to be sleeping, probably paddling through the river of dreams this night has to offer. My eyes are sleepy, my body at less than 5% of mortal battery, still I get up, still I write. The soul would never let this wee hours — when theContinue reading “A Look Back to Move Forward”

Paired or Not

We are made with working pairs. Your right hand got your left. Your left ear got your right. Your right eye got your left. Your left lung got your right. We work with built-in pairs. A scissor will never be a scissor, it should be scissors even when added with the phrase “a pair”. TrousersContinue reading “Paired or Not”

Between My Bleeding Lines’ Readers: Mah Lima

Note to Self There’s no point in looking outside for things you should have inside. It will only bring you harm. Don’t put your happiness in a stranger’s hand. No matter how long you’ve been with someone, unless you’re both open to it, you never really know them. And even when they are, you stillContinue reading “Between My Bleeding Lines’ Readers: Mah Lima”

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 HeContinue reading “Sorry, Storm”

Before You

One is a whole number. I can exist on my own. I can cook for myself. I can breathe for myself. I can speak for myself. I can take care of myself. It’s not as if I was born with someone to do those things for me. I was born alone. I have no problem dyingContinue reading “Before You”

Forever and Infinities

I don’t care about forever and infinities. They sound poetic and cheesy, yes. But they are abstracts lacking assuring finite. You don’t have to promise me tomorrow. Or a grandiose wedding. Beautiful children. A steady home locked around white picket fence. Those are just social clichés. No need to promise me the moon, the stars, andContinue reading “Forever and Infinities”

Seasons: Finale

First two parts were published last Tuesday and yesterday. “This can’t be,” my mind whispered. But my heart and my senses knew, this is him. When I finally looked into his dark brown eyes, words ran out of me. Anger and sadness left me. I am numb. He stared back and looked through my eyes as hisContinue reading “Seasons: Finale”

Seasons: Part 2

First part was published yesterday. Chilling shivers crawled in my veins when I saw my bloody-self inside my wrecked car. “So what am I now? Am I a soul now? Am I dead? Am I alive?” I shouted but no voice left me. The ambulance arrived. Several medical staffs tried to retrieve my blood-soaked body. The unfolding scene is nauseating but IContinue reading “Seasons: Part 2”