The Third Room

"Third room on your left." That’s the nurse’s dialogue whenever she sees me. Maybe I’m too handsome to be forgotten? Or do I look to old to remember anything? Her brown eyes’re watery. I recognize them--- tears of pity. Though I am not sure if those are for you, or for me. They're for us,… Continue reading The Third Room

Second Ride

This is the second part of my Ride series. Part 1 was published yesterday. Wait! Can I get your name? This is what I wanted him to say, but, he sadly didn't. I fell asleep along the ride and when I woke up, he’s already gone. I was honestly hoping to see him again but I… Continue reading Second Ride

Ride: Part 1

This is the first part of a three-part series.  Buses are not just full, they are jam-packed during Mondays. I have accepted wholeheartedly that I’ll be standing for almost two hours when I took the bus to get to work. Trying as hard as I can, I eagerly squeezed in myself in the already filled bus.… Continue reading Ride: Part 1

Faces of Love: A Found Poetry*

Love’s strength lies in its contradictions, while contradictions strengthen love. Love lasts because it changes, while changes last because of love. — 10.12.2015 ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer Photo credit: evolvingloveandlight  Bold and italicized lines are from: Manuscript Found in Accra by Paulo Coelho Originally written for Blogging University’s WRITING 201: Day 06 Assignment. Day 6: Faces, Found… Continue reading Faces of Love: A Found Poetry*

The Empty Box

If his hand is a tiled floor, a lot would accidentally fall. “Chill, love.” I assured him Dad will be delighted to know her first princess is finally engaged. But his hand, which gripped mine nervously, is so wet with his sweat. “So what’s the big news?”Dad asked as he take his seat. “Sir. Uhm,… Continue reading The Empty Box

Quite Like You: A Song-based Fiction

Makeup, done. White dress, check. I’m ready. “Bye mom! Bye Dad!” I said as I went out of our house. I checked my phone for his message. None, yet. Suddenly, a black BMW stopped in front of me. Out came three muscular men, rushing, dressed in rugged black shirts, covered with black shades. “Don’t scream,”… Continue reading Quite Like You: A Song-based Fiction

Forever’s Ending

Today’s the first day of my last day with you. I’m a bit confuse, though, because my heart’s melancholic yet it’s full of joy. Six decades, six decades and four years to be exact. That’s how long we have been together. A lot asked how we remained committed for so long, how we kept the… Continue reading Forever’s Ending

The Yellow Bus

My task is simple. Determined, I walked towards the old yellow bus that will leave before 10 a.m. I sit still. I need to focus. I have to stop thinking. Because I may have doubts. —— We finally gave our final kisses. This is not our last goodbye but I can’t stop the tears. I… Continue reading The Yellow Bus