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.”

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.

In Search of a Soulmate

He believes in soulmates. He looks deep into a person’s eyes and waits for that instant connection. He yearns of coming home.

They have been together for so long yet he acts as if waiting for someone to simply look at him and connect. One day, she knew that it can happen.

He feels it. Soon. He will find her and be loved.

She waits.

She tries to catch his attention by giving his hand a squeeze.

He looked at her with blank eyes.

She smiles and kisses him.

His lips were cool as a tear fell from her eye.

The Fall

Everything was like an idyllic dream. The sun was setting gracefully, its arms enfolding the earth with her red-orange cape, slowly darkening the horizon. The wind was billowing around her, caressing her like a lover. She knew no fear, only of a curiosity as to what will happen next.

A car screeched in the distance and sped up towards where she was.


She turned her head to see the love of her life. He was a good man, handsome and kind. She looked on towards the pretty sight of the setting sun and stepped closer to the cliff.

“Please, stop. Don’t go any further.”

Patrick was at a loss. Clara knew that this was the only way to end it. She stayed with him far longer than needed. She faced him and was slightly bothered to find out that he was now only a few paces away.

“I have to do this, Patrick. I have to.”

“No, you don’t. Please come back to me. Please take my hand and come to me.”

She looked at him for the last time and turned around. The wind called her name. She stepped forward and fell.


He ran to the edge and saw that before she could hit the ground, she unfolded her wings and flew back up to the sky where she belonged and beyond the sunset.

He could only fall to his knees and weep as his angel left him without even looking back.

The Accountant

Leo was pissed. Some guy is trying to woo his girlfriend Vicky. Although he’s confident of Vicky’s faithfulness, he is extremely annoyed at the smooth moves this guy is pulling.

He sends Vicky love notes, love letters, chocolates and flowers. Vicky was flattered but wasn’t interested at all. What piqued Vicky is how Leo is handling all of this.

Finally, Leo couldn’t take it anymore. The guy was about to hand Vicky another of his love poems when Leo grabbed him and punched him in the face. The guy fell with a bloody nose and a black-eye. Vicky was surprised and asked her friends to take the guy to the infirmary.

Vicky turned to face Leo and said, “I actually liked his poems, letters and the little things he gave me for no apparent reason. It was sweet and all you did was to punch him senseless.”

With that, she left him. Leo was now confused. What does she want?

After several days of not seeing each other since Vicky was obviously being unreasonably mad at him for reasons unknown, Leo decided to imitate the previous guy’s tactics. Since he can’t afford the flowers and chocolates since it’s not included in his budget, he decided that a love letter will do, for now.

My Sweetheart,

I write to you in all humility. I am your love slave…I will do anything for you…

That was awful. Leo crumpled that letter and started writing another one.

My Dearest Vicky,

You are the reason for my very being. You are the angel in my life. I live and breathe for you…

Crap. It was not working. Le looked through love poems, love letters and other romantic materials he can get inspiration but it was not working. He was just not cut out to be romantic that way. He was an accountant and everything else made sense to him as long as he can balance the account given to him.

After several hours, this is what he wrote:

My Darling Vicky,

When I met you, you gave me something special. I invested that in the bank of my heart. At 25% interest, compounded daily, my love for you grew at such alarming speed. You might wonder why 25%. Out of 100% of the principal amount, 25% I allocated for God. He brought us together and He will always be part of our relationship. The other 25% is set aside for our future family. The other 25% is for our individual needs. Our personal growth, dreams and ambitions for ourselves. The remaining 25% is our love for each other.

I make withdrawals for times we quarrel or argue which means to cover for those unexpected drawing from the account, I specified a 25% interest rate. This is not withstanding that after we kiss and make up; I also gain more than what I lost. Thus, I placed those in a time deposit account, still in the bank of my heart.

Every month, I audit my love account and I am happy to learn that my return of investment has more than surpassed my forecast.

Finally, I would like to convert this into a joint account and I hope you will think of this as a lucrative investment that will make us both set for life.

Love, Leo

Vicky soon married Leo. They had two daughters and three grandsons.

First Time Ever I Saw Your Face

She was waiting outside her house. She was fidgeting and kept on looking at the corner of the street. He will be arriving soon, she said to herself. She allowed herself a nervous smile as she stared at her feet in black slippers. The crunch of gravel made her look up and she saw a cab approaching. She can make out a silhouette in the front seat and she knew that it was him.

He saw her at a distance and he noticed that his hands started to tremble slightly. He knew she could be pissed coz he told her that he would arrive around 4pm but it was already 4:30pm. He paid the cab driver and said a little prayer as he got out from the cab. He hoped she would like his gift.

She took one look at him and turned around so she would not be facing him. He looked so good in his light blue polo shirt, jeans and sneakers. She felt the urge to run away and it took all her willpower just to stay put.

“So now, you won’t look at me? Is this how it’s gonna be?” he said.

She smiled at his quip and turned to face him. He stood there with a smirk of glee and a bouquet of roses. He went towards her, gave her a peck on the cheek and embraced her.

“Wow.” She could not contain her happiness as she received the roses.

“I had to go down to the city to buy them, that’s why I took so long in coming here.” he explained. She was no longer listening coz when he held her hand, she was already floating.

The First Kiss

“Come here, Baby. I want to hug you.”

He opened his arms and she jumped into them. The sensation of being in each other’s arms for the first time was unforgettable. It was a smooth and silky feeling. It was warm and makes you want to snuggle some more, which she did. After a few hugs that made them laugh because she gives really strong hugs, she laid her head on his chest and heard his heart beat. He tenderly stroked her hair and gently allowed his fingers to trace her temple, then her cheekbone, her jaw and naturally, she tilted her face to face him and saw him looking at her with such naked desire.

She was drawn to his stare and as she inched nearer to him, his lips captured hers and then the world faded away.

It was a tender kiss, at first. Soft and shy. She felt her soul quiver. Never had such a kiss took her to another level of delight and passion. It was perfect. He kissed her with all his heart. The need to devour those lips that completes the smile in his days and his nights while they were apart was overwhelming. He tried to control himself, not wanting to scare her by making their kiss more intense.

It was inevitable. Her own passion was apparent in every stroke of her hand that kneaded his head, grazed his neck and caressed his chest. She broke the kiss and looked at him. He looked into her eyes and drew her closer to him, bringing his lips closer to hers again.

They were on their way to heaven and bliss.