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[1: 528 of 10,000] What Part Did I Start Loosing You?

In Short Story on January 29, 2012 at 4:01 AM

Brent and I are facing one another. Still too hurt to start talking about our true feelings. We have been separated for a month living in different hotels because we are too drained to stay in our own home.

Is it right that we are finally doing this? To talk.

Is it better that we didn’t have a child? Easier.

My thoughts are so busy that I almost didn’t catch his first question – Read the rest of this entry »

[1: 441 of 10,000] Meet Not So Regular Guy Thor (Not His Real Name)

In Short Story on November 17, 2011 at 12:00 AM

Do you have a person who you don’t actually fantasize but you like him because he is likeable?

In High School I have a popular classmate, let us call him Thor. His father was a doctor, his relatives are part of our school’s board of directors, or basically what I’m saying is he belongs to a very respectable family in our town.

In our class, Thor competes with a very intelligent girl for the top of the class honor, let us call her Ula. Ula is a regular gal but really witty, so witty that she alienates the people around her sometimes. She appeared to be arrogant but the right description is confident.

For four years, Ula always come in first of the class and Thor came in second; but socially speaking Thor was a definite favorite. He is charming, rich, and funny. I like the last part, it’s not easy to have sense of humor and get people really laughing at your jokes.

At the last semester of our fourth year, everyone awaits who will be the announced valedictorian. To be honest, because Thor always delivers a great funny but bright speech, I wanted him to be so our graduation won’t turn out dull. It was actually impossible that he’ll be named top of the class but I wished and it was a wish that came true.

It was a ‘shut up’ moment! Thor doesn’t deserve it and I never got the chance to ask Ula, should I ask now? I guess it will be irrelevant.

So anyway, I feel bad for Ula at that time but I was excited for the speech, and I guess people change when seniors turned out to be listening at a ceremony. Thor delivered a boring serious speech. I wished it was Ula up there giving the talk instead even if it’ll turn out all business at least it was expected, or maybe she’ll stir it and surprise us – remember she has confidence beyond her years.

What is the biggest sigh and learning from this story? I should wish better.

[1: 370 of 10,000] Liquor Talk

In Short Story on September 20, 2011 at 10:36 AM

“Do you believe on destiny?”

It made me paused. ‘I’m drinking my 7th margarita and 5th tequila shots or was it 6th? I lost count but who’s counting anyway? Wait, so this man was asking if I believe about destiny.’

“Have you seen the movie ‘The Adjustment Bureau’?” I blurted.

“Yes,” he answered.

“The story implied that man is so fool of himself he doesn’t deserve his own freewill unless like what Matt and Emily who fought that they deserved it and convinced the chairman to rewrite it.”

“Don’t you believe that it might be destiny that brought you here with me?” he seriously asked.

“Hold it!” as I raised my hand with the glass with all my might to stop him from continuing his silly thought, ‘yes he is silly!’ Read the rest of this entry »

[1: 339 of 10,000] Amazing That 6 Words Can Convey A Story

In Short Story on August 23, 2011 at 8:37 AM

This is definitely another interesting prompt shared by 40again’s Blog on WordPress The Daily Post inspired by Hemingway super short story: “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.”

Here’s my attempt:

The tower bends down to obey.

What were you thinking when you read about my 6 words story? I am curious and encourage you to share your thoughts. 😉

[1: 320 of 10,000] His Side @ The Coffee Shop

In Short Story on August 9, 2011 at 10:49 AM

You may want to read the Part I: Her Side before proceeding to read this story.

I am a tourist and this is my last day in the city. I entered in a fancy coffee shop before I head back to my hotel to pack my things. I ordered my favorite frap and looked around to find a seat. My hands were colder than the cold drink I’m holding and my heartbeats are deafening. Across the room is the most elegant woman I’ve ever seen. Is this how love at first sight supposed to feel like? She seems in a rush but if I don’t try to talk to her now… I am an actor and here I am lost for words to tell her, I hope I don’t speak silly.

“Hi, I was hoping I can share a table with you?” I handsomely asked and saw her looked around and hesitated. Say something, so in my most dramatic and panicked voice I blurted, “Oh no!” and I smiled.

“What?” she asked with a quizzical look. Now she thinks I’m crazy but what a beautiful voice.

“You hesitated – May I?” I pointed the nearest chair waiting for her precious permission. Read the rest of this entry »

[1: 319 of 10,000] We Met @ A Coffee Shop

In Short Story on August 8, 2011 at 12:01 AM

I was in my favorite coffee shop waiting for my next meeting. I was busy sending e-mails, hectic as usual, when a gentleman approached my table. I looked up and saw a debonaire smile, well dressed for a casual attire, and holding a frappuccino – Frappuccino, really frap? I thought to myself.

“Hi, I was hoping I can share a table with you?” he asked in the kindest manly voice I’ve ever heard. I looked around swiftly and saw plenty of vacant seats. My mind was juggling whether to entertain this interruption when I heard him blurt out “Oh no!” then he gave away an almost shy but cute laugh and shook his head.

“What?” I asked, a bit confuse, now he got my attention.

“You hesitated – May I?” he asked pointing to the nearest chair. Read the rest of this entry »

[1: 273 of 10,000] The 1st Conversation

In Short Story on July 3, 2011 at 1:00 AM

I went home tired. I put my bag on the side table, slipped out from my shoes, dropped on the couch and closed my eyes so tight.

“You’re home!” I heard the excited voice behind me.

“I’m tired,” I simply answered.

“Tired or sad? You’ve been worrying too much. Why don’t you talk to me.”

I know I can tell him everything. He solves everything. He can give logic and love all at the same time. And yet here I am, doubting. Hiding.

“I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t even try?”

“How lucky I am that I have you,” and I finally decided to stand properly to face him. Read the rest of this entry »

[1: 167 of 10,000] Present Has Never Been So Beautiful

In Short Story on April 10, 2011 at 10:48 AM

Suggested inspiration came from Alexy about Fear. The first time I read a post from Alexy was a nice short story. It’s been a while since I’ve written such (college days and that’s years ago), I’ve never have an entry for my Short Story category in this blog so I thought let me give this a try based on my actual recent fear.


I took a deep breath, stood up from my cozy couch to turn off the t.v., and grab my cup of warm chocolate drink. I jolted in surprise when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“You seemed uneasy,” my granny warned and sat down next to me.

“I’m worried or I’m scared. Almost all the world news is about uprisings and natural disasters. Is there a future worth hoping for grandma?”

“You worry too much,” she said in her most reassuring voice.

I looked at her and suddenly just outside the window behind her I saw a nuclear explosion and I got to save us from this disaster, I reached for her hand to cover her only to find myself falling from a deep hole, I tried to wake up if this is just a dream… Read the rest of this entry »