Game Over

freeze pane

“Why is my computer so slow?”

“Did you check the connections?”

“I did. This sucks.”

“Hey, check this out. It’s a website about urban legends, myths and legends.”

“Where did you find that? Hey, I’m online now.”

“I accidentally clicked on the ads at the side of our game…Hey, watch my back! Paul and his team are killing us!”

“So what’s cool about that site?”

“Get me some ammo…It says here that it can predict how you’ll die.”

“Nah, those stuff are fake. It’s a random thing generator and you won’t really die…Why are you running in front of me, get down! Move to the side or I’ll blow your head!”

“There are actual people who say their friends died as the site predicted…Yoo hoo! I leveled up!”

“Sounds interesting. You should try it. I’m curious to know how you would die…Die!!! Damn, Paul’s team have started to get better all of a sudden.”

“Yeah, he has this new kid who’s like a computer genius or something…Hey, let’s lay low for a while. Paul’s team might sniff out our location.”

“Hey, I’m entering my name on this death site, ok? I’ll see how I’ll die. He, he, he… I hope I die rich.”

“What’s the name of the site, again? I want to check it out, too.”

“It’s and it’s cool.”

“Looks lame…Do we need to do this? I think I changed my mind.”

“Well, I’ll try it. I just need to enter my name and date of birth and wait for a few seconds.”

“Ok, let’s do this. I’m now entering my name and birthday as well.”


“What’s wrong?”

“Uhm…I don’t get it. Maybe it’s broken or something.”

“Why?…Wait, mine’s here now…What?!?”

“Eeh, what’s wrong?”

“It says here: Death by MMORPG. I don’t understand this. How can I die from playing?”

“Huh? Mine says the same thing. And it even has a date and time as to when I’ll die.”

“Mine says, March 24, 2017 8:59pm.”

“Eeh? Mine says the same thing!”

“Man, what a joke. I though that this would be fun.”

“A total letdown. Sheesh, let’s just go for now. I’m getting hungry.”

“Same here…let’s grab some…Paul just pinged me! They’re online again.”

“Seriously? Let’s eat later. For now, it’s time to kick their ass!”


On March 24, 2017, two teenagers collapsed and died after playing online computer games for about 40 hours straight. Witnesses say that the boys were quite fired up over their games that they failed to eat, sleep or go to the bathroom. The owner of the 24/7 internet café was also charged with negligence for not being able to monitor such behavior from the teens.

Be yourself


I don’t really get what my teacher meant by this. I am already who I am every single day.

Just like earlier today, my classmate Bill was being a moron and I was just being my usual diva self. We eventually clashed because he kept giving snide comments after I speak. Can’t I get a break?

Of course, I would get mad. Of course, I would be furious. So to end the unending cycle of who started what, who was to blame and who bullied whom, I dealt with it as I saw fit.

I calmly took out my pen, removed its cap and stabbed him in the eye while he was badnouthing me in front of everybody.

That felt good.

After the chaos that ensued with the bloody screaming and blaming and horror, the teacher took me to a corner and asked me why I needed to hurt Bill. I shrugged my shoulders, flipped my awesome hair and replied, “This is me.”

Dying Wish

The bench in the park was where they used to sit and talk about their day. The trees around the park were now huge and old whereas before, they were green and vibrant. The two women, now in their thirties, sat side by side again, just like before.

Amanda, the vibrant one, in her expensive suit and pumps, seemed uncomfortable in their serene surroundings. Louise, on the other hand, in a normal t-shirt and jeans, blended with the scenery.

“It has been a while, Louise.”

Louise mumbled a yes.

“How is he?”

Louise turned to face Amanda, with watery eyes and answered,

“He’s fine. He wants to see you.”

Amanda now looked as if she’s about to cry but took control of her tears.

“I can’t.”

Louise spoke with fervor,

“You can’t or you won’t? He’s dying. We don’t know how long he can last.”

Amanda looked away from her friend. She was filled with remorse over what happened. Sam was the first man she ever loved. He was the one she was supposed to marry, but when her father found out, she was sent away abroad. She entrusted Sam to Louise. It was only right that they should get married after.

Louise could not contain it any longer. She grabbed Amanda and slapped her.

“What do you think this is? A joke? I came here for him. If he didn’t ask me, I wouldn’t have gone here. Do you know how much I hated you fro leaving him? For leaving us? You were selfish. You still are.”

Louise stood up and started walking away from Amanda. She could never understand why Sam still loved her even after she broke his heart.

The next day, a car arrived in front of a simple house. The neighbors all looked in awe and admiration as a woman dressed in expensive clothes got out and proceeded to the entrance.

She knocked on the wooden door twice but there was no answer. She knocked again but still no answer. A young houseboy came from the back and went towards her.

“Hey lady, what are you doing there?” he asked.

“I’m looking for Louise…and Sam.”

“They already left. Yesterday, when the missus arrived, Mister Sam asked for something or someone then he died. They are now in the morgue.”

On a Street

She stooped down to pick up the clothes strewn across the floor. She placed them neatly in the hamper and made up the bed. She looked around and thought to herself, there’s much more to do.

She walked out of the room and left the house. She left the key with the neighbors, thinking, I would never see them again and yet here I am smiling and joking as if we will always stay friends.

She walked towards her house. I have to stop going to this place, she thought to herself. I have to unlearn those hellos and greetings with the people around here. I would rarely see the sweet couple that sells the most delicious siomai.

As she turned at the corner where she lived, lost in thought, she didn’t see the young man on his bike. He ran into her and they both stumbled onto the pavement.

“I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay…”

“Oh, it’s you.”

He smiled shyly and looked at her with such admiration and awe that she had to look away and gave him a shaky smile.

“Are you hurt?”

“No. I have to go.”


He grabbed hold of her hand. She looked at his bold gesture and was surprised to feel a bit better. She knew then what to do next.

“How about we get some sodas and hang out?”


She looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes searched for any changes. Her feet were not swollen. Her ankles were as dainty as before. Her calves long and lean as a ballerina’s. Her thighs are shapely and without any cellulite. She turned sideways to see the profile of her abdomen. Flat as a board. She splayed her fingers on her stomach, caressing it like a lover. She slowly cupped her breasts and tenderly pressed them to see if they were fuller or any bigger. Nothing. Nothing has changed. Her hands traveled to her neck. It was her most hated feature. She has a short neck. She always dreamed of having one of those swan-like necks but it was not meant to be. This is the reason why she keeps her hair short, just below her ears, to give an illusion that she has a swan-like neck. That was all it was, an illusion. She gave them an illusion to be with, to live with, to laugh and cry with.

She went to the bathroom, barefoot, carefully avoiding the shattered pieces of the mirror she broke. Though her were bleeding, she doesn’t feel the pain nor the soreness. She picked up the small strip of plastic that indicated a line, then another and another. She threw them all in the pink wastebasket underneath the lavatory. She turned on the shower and stepped into it, hoping that the water will rinse away the truth.


So the story began like any other love story. Worlds apart, they somehow found a place to meet.
Right there in school, it was an ordinary day. She was crossing the hallway and he was simply walking by.
She slipped on something and he was right there beside her, breaking her fall.
She looked at him and he looked at her.
It was magic.

They were stuck on each other from that day on. Whenever he can, he would make up an excuse to see her. She does this as well.
It was a heavenly feeling. It was wonderful and thrilling. They could talk for hours and they could simply stare at each other and each one would totally get it. They hoped it would go on forever.

But nothing ever does last forever.

She soon found out that he has a girlfriend. It broke her heart.

Little by little, she started to create a wall in between them.
No more slow walks, witty chats, holding hands or staring at each other eyes. Soon, he began to think that she was mad at him.

He started to stay away from her as well.

It took every ounce of her willpower not to correct his doubts. However, reality bites and he still has a girlfriend.

One day, she was walking blindly around school and realized that she stopped where it all began. Slowly, tears began to fall from her eyes. She knew that a love like this could never come again.

She went to the rooftop of the school building. She could see herself falling from the building and feeling the pain slowly disappear as her blood seeps to the ground.

A hand jerked her from her reverie. She looked blankly at the boy she loves.
She could not believe her eyes. He was here. Always, he appears when she needed him the most.

He held out his hand and she happily held his.

So the story ended like any other love story. For a while, their love shone, blazing like a comet.
Its fiery brightness replaced by two broken bodies of the lovers.

A New Room

The goldfish swimming inside the fishbowl was as jittery as I am. After my father placed him inside, he kept on flittering here and there, moving about as if expecting something bad will happen to him. I share the same sentiments because the new house we moved in was huge and creepy. The old floorboards would creak at each step and the dust was everywhere. I dreaded this day of moving in. It was as if there’s no turning back. Nothing will ever be the same again. Not only did I lose my mother, I lost a life where I was once happy and safe.

I placed my finger inside the fishbowl and immediately, the goldfish backed away from it. I slowly moved my finger closer and closer and the fish started to swim in panic. I removed my finger from the bowl and looked for the fish flakes I bought earlier.

I dropped some of it inside and the little guy swam to it without fear.

“Leila! Come up here and see your room!”

I ran towards my father’s voice and saw him with a big smile on his handsome face.

“My room? I have my own room?”

“I certainly think it’s time. I hope you’ll like it.”

I saw the prettiest room any eleven year old girl would dream of. There was a canopy bed with white curtains, fluffy white pillows with embroidered roses. To my right was a window that overlooked the city in all its bustling life. In a corner, a study table where horse figurines are perched on the shelf to inspire me. At the foot of the bed, a little sofa, should I have some friends over and on my left, my guitar resting near a closet where all my clothes are neatly hanged and pressed with my shoes lined up in a rack.

Suddenly, that fear of not liking the changes in my life was gone. I went to get the fishbowl and saw that the goldfish was now swimming in a relaxed manner. He was obviously happy with the food I gave. I dipped my finger once more in the bowl and this time, the fish went by swimming back and forth, ignoring my finger.

I placed the bowl near the windowsill and sat on my new bed. As the light reflected itself on the water, I thought of how beautiful this day was.