This is a literary psychological fiction story I’m developing and figuring out where it takes me. Here’s part 1, part 2 and part 3, if you missed them. Pinterest It’s been a ride, making Jacob believe I’m clueless, and pretty much everyone around me. My friends don’t know, my family couldn’t believe me even…

Spoiler alerts included The day I went to see TDWP2, uhm how do you say it?.. Oh yeas. I was gagged. The whole day, it was all I could think about. I chose my outfit a day before. I felt alive, and my hair looked amazing. I even hydrated more….

Pinterest At brunch (we kind of skipped breakfast daily in Bora Bora), we met at our usual hotel spot, with a lovely beach view. I woke up single and started getting used to it. Suddenly, my imagination started building webs that said I came here alone, and you know, the…

See, I have very few friends. I can count them on one hand. But this trip was something else.  We were a group of 23, as a bunch of colleagues from my work were organizing it, and there were people I didn’t know. Of course, we would go like this…

Two strangers in the quick food aisle Literary psychological fiction Pinterest Out in the vast ocean, my lethargic bones are lying on a water mat. My eyes are open. I look towards the light blue sky. It makes me think of Dolce & Gabbana Light Blue. I touch my round…

Here’s my secret to wanting to do stuff when you don’t want to do stuff The sun hit my pale face, and the wind pushed the back of my head forward, demanding me to stop the noise and look around. Woosssshhhh. And I stopped. The park is beautiful in the…

What powers lie in refusing to be tamed? Pinterest — The Ragged Priest That’s the headline I saw in a contemporary art gallery this weekend. And given some thought, there are two perspectives on how you want to look at this. The first one is the stubbornness of someone who…

Clear Boundaries Seem Rude Only to People Who Were Counting on Their Lack Imagine you’re in a ballroom, and everyone is gracefully sliding on the floor in valse steps, following the rhythm of a collective heartbeat. The champagne flows, rivers and rivers of chocolate are waiting for you to stick…

Alone in the room with my prosecutor My prosecutor said I should lie my bones alone, in this cell, and watch the paint dry. He said that every morning between 10 and 11:30, I am to sit in this cell and try to make flowers bloom like in a Disney…

Reflections on the Thursday Murder Club Pinterest, Lea Liu, book cover fan art I found yet again that joy of reading at night at 8–9-ish PM, with the TV off. Not even white noise. That’s mainly because it’s a cozy feeling when you know a bit more about each character, and…

The perfume that took me back to the Sistine Chapel Gallery of the Candelabra within the Vatican Museums I’ve recently discovered fragrances. I mean, going in depth with them, and being curious about the appeal of this newfound world and the momentum that’s been built around ‘em. So many creators…

The magic tree of wishes …an enchanted love story. From one girl to another With the tip of her toe touching the cold lake, Faye was smiling and oww-ing at the cold touch of water. The sun warmed her soft skin, making it glow like a rhinestone surface. She resisted…

A peculiar encounter in the middle of nowhere Nothing felt the same anymore. She felt the moment she put her left foot in that car that something shifted. The air around her turned into an ominous prediction, like a deja vu of some sort, but not quite. She took a…

Reflections on “The Little Prince” 109 pages in one morning. And that’s how I knew I hadn’t read a good book in a long time. It was 5:30 A.M, and it had been a long time since a book had captivated me the way this one had. Its simplicity left me…

The raindrops have thoughts. Did you know? The wild rain is pounding hard on my windows, like a bunch of grifters trying some small-minded scheme on me. It’s like they had something to say, and had nothing to say at the same time. Just make that pim-pim noise. The sound…

The train you never want to take Once the train doors closed, Jolie felt a dusty smell lingering in the air. As she gazed upon the passengers, they were each preoccupied with what they had in hand, whether a book or a phone. Just a few of them had their…

Any day might be my heyday This article is part of a Substack I have recently begun. You can subscribe to it here. I write other stuff than I do here, like this article. This morning flew by unnoticed, whirled and swirled in a continuous state of joy and an…

Make your own kind of music And suddenly, she woke up after the first two rings of her alarm, followed by a few knocks on the door. It was like a new era. The sky was still dark blue, hiding the sun beneath the wet green hills.  Her coffee –…

A night at the castle As Amaia took another step, she felt the wet mud hugging her ankles. She looked down and saw her boot sunk in sticky muck. She gasped, but kept walking at a fast pace, her hands still trembling and her heart pounding out of her chest….

The nameless cat and the four-eyed man There once was a nameless cat.  Tokurō, who saw the cat wandering up and down his street, thought it was a female because of the way she looked in his eyes, with depth and curiosity. He noticed the cat after they crossed paths…