SHORT STORIES
March 14, 2026
When I paint, I do not begin with silence. I begin with music. My playlist is my palette. Ariana Grande’s high notes, Sabrina Carpenter’s catchy rhythms, K-pop beats that pulse like fireworks, OPM songs that feel like home—each one finds its way into my brush.
February 14, 2026
I have no idea when you’ll read this—only that you probably will. And if you needed me badly enough to find this page, then I’m glad I left a piece of my voice behind.
October 29, 2025
She was never just a pet.
She was the echo of my footsteps, the warmth curled at the edge of my bed, the quiet witness to my days, our bundle of joy. She would even trail after me as I moved through the house and wag her tail, with a rhythm that made even the dullest days feel alive.
Oktubre 28, 2025
Akala ko, iyon na ang tamang panahon.
Kay tagal ko nang isinusulat ang aking tadhana—mga kabanatang umaapaw sa kasiyahan, at mga kabanatang puno ng paghihinagpis. May mga pahinang sabik kong balik-balikan—mga alaalang tila perpekto, mga tauhang nagbigay kulay sa aking daigdig.
September 21, 2025
Past the high arches and rock-chiseled angels, resting on a worn, steady pillar, a chandelier hung from the high ceilings of a painted blue sky. The floating lights embraced each wall they hovered near—leaving behind a translucent fog of yellow-white gleam.
September 20, 2025
The house had been asleep for years. Dust gathered in the corners, the windows stared out with a dull stare, and silence lingered where once there had been music and laughter. It was the silence left behind when the father went abroad, and the daughter moved in with her grandmother. Slowly, the house became just another address—its windows staring blankly into the street.
September 12, 2025
In the vast, seemingly unending universe of To Your Eternity, countless stories intertwine—knots and ties waiting to be unraveled. This is one untold story, a loose thread among many: the extended afterlife of someone forgotten—someone unnamed.
Agosto 30, 2025
Sa paglanghap ng pamilyar na amoy ng mga prutas, tinapay, at walang katapusang hanay ng mga supot ng tsitsirya, naglakad akong dala-dala ang isang luma at kupas na berdeng basket—ang mga butas nito’y mas malaki na kaysa sa iba, at nararamdaman ko pa ang lagkit sa hawakan nito. Maliit na bagay lamang ito kaya’t hindi ko na iyon pinansin—ang mahalaga lang sa ngayon ay makuha ko ang mga kailangang bilhin at makauwi kaagad.
Agosto 15, 2025
"O tuluyan mo na bang iniwan sa hangin ang aking alaala?”
Agosto 08, 2025
Sa pinakamadilim na bahagi ng gabi, palaging may isang kalapati na dumadapo sa gilid ng aking bintana. Walang pagbati, walang pagsalubong, at walang pakilala—isang bugtong na kailanman ay hindi ko yata kayang lutasin.
July 18, 2025
The rain had been falling since dawn, its gentle tapping on the tin roof sounding like a memory—like it remembered something she could no longer name, but still carried in her bones.
04 July, 2025
It was a rainy day when a single person’s actions happened to change everything
15 June, 2025
“Hurry, the kids are waiting,” I hear my colleague say, his voice rough and muffled. “I still can’t get used to this.” He twists his foam-filled headpiece secured, a sigh slowly creeping out from his chapped lips.
