Showing posts with label The Beauty of Illusion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Beauty of Illusion. Show all posts

Voices From The Planetside

"The moon keeps getting smaller every time I see it.""Beats me, I no longer look at the moon," Aenepada said before returning to the tome he was reading."Why?""What's the use of looking when the sky is already flooded with lights?""You mean the floating cities?" Mamud sighed. "I sometimes envy those sky dwellers. The great mother said they used to live among us, but now...""Now what?""I doubt if

Mariposa

FictionThere was a loud crash, a thud he would hear for the last time. The propeller hurled into the sky, while his body jerked forward, slammed his head into the metallic skin of the ill-fated aircraft. The blow left him unconscious. Unaware that his time had come."No, you will not be consumed by the sea..." A soft, feminine voice had spoken. "You have earned your place not only in the hearts of

Dream Of Stars

"It is their fate to fail." Chan Cho said while sipping a small bowl of omija cha. He was kneeling in front of a small writing desk with his eyes closed when Park Hyeung arrived."How do you know?""A young bird will never fly long without his mother around." The old man said. "Ask where our brothers to the north learned to send firecrackers flying to the moon?""From the west?" Chan Cho smiled."A

The Command Bridge

caught glimpse of the stars.distant lights briefly leaving a faint smile on my face.before turning my gaze to look back and watch the planet.credit:

This Game Will Ruin Your Life (MugenEdition)

The moment I enter my room at night, it's hard to leave my quarters. And the reason for the hermitic disappearance is this:Marie Antoine (the little girl) and Deidre (her dad)I have always wondered how it feels to have so many different lives. Like it is possible to jump from one consciousness to another. But with Sims 3, the game lets me indulge in this fantasy. I have been an old granny who

Warp and Weft

In a big city often covered in thick smog, there was once a family who owned a very large junkyard. The junkyard is full of rusted cars and trucks that were thrown away when their owners bought new automobiles. These cars will be then sold for scraps.Alas! A time came when the junkyard hardly makes any money. The old cars that used to pile up in the vacant lot now directly goes to the factories

A Sad Children's Story

“Wake up my fledglings!” Eden said. The graceful Cattle Egret stood up from her moist nest not far from a rice field to gather around her three babies. The young Cattle Egrets had just learned to fly.“Today we will go on a vacation.” The young birds started jumping upon hearing the news. It was the last day of November, and the breeze has become colder. “Where are we going mom?” Tony, the eldest

Force Projection

Everything you are about to hear must never leave this room. What I will tell you concerns not only our national security, but also the state's holdings scattered across the Spratlys.First off, we shall stop calling the South China Sea as West Philippine Sea. Renaming a body of water with a name only this government recognize not only sounds silly, it makes our claims look desperate. Tell the

Travel Guides: Spratlys

"It is noteworthy that the Philippines has receded more and more from the radar of American foreign policymakers as China’s economic weight becomes more and more a tantalizing prospect for American business. Liberal capitalism and totalitarian communism may not be strange bedfellows after all. As for the Philippines and the United States, so much for shared values and historic ties. The lure of

Kendra (Epalogue)

To submerge in worlds of fiction is like swimming in the mind of its creators.- AnonymousHango dito ang kuwento.Paumanhin sa adult content. Naglalawa pa rin ang nawakwak na puke ni Kendra matapos itong maturbo-ranger ni Derek. Basag man ang mukha kakasapak matapos nitong ma-taihan sa puwet ang katalik, pero solb naman ito sa laki at haba ng kargadang naglabas-masok sa kanyang inaagnas na lagusan.

Altis

Medyo naparami ang gawaing trabaho nang minsang na-assign ako sa graveyard shift. Dala ng pagka-bugnot at antok dahil sa bago kong schedule, naisipan kong buksan ang aking Facebook account. Unang  tumambad ang status at wall messages ng aking mga kaibigan. Nothing important, kanya-kanyang mga drama sa buhay.  Malugod na sana akong mag-lo log-out nang mapansin ang updates ng kabarkada ko sa

Colorful Skies

Too attached to this short story, its hard to let go.But its the raket season and Bentusi's assignment requires writing for very young children.  I hope the new revision is more apt for grade one pupils. Apologies for not publishing the Golden Gays final installment. Babawi ako pagkatapos ng mga raket.  Once there was a mother tree who stood on top of a small hill. As the tree grew leaves, she

Triptych | Allende

Noong katrabaho ko pa si Jerjer (Dear Daniel Fierce) ay minsan kaming nagkaroon ng bonding moment sa office. Sa bonding na yun ay napagkuwentuhan ang maaring maging buhay namin pagtanda. Sabi ni Jerjer na gusto niyang maging diva, na sinang-ayunan ko naman. Deep down ay fab naman ang lahat ng straight-acting.Kunwari lang ang barakong pagpapanggap. Anyway, sabi namin, magsusuot kami ng pashmina

Writing For Children

The muses are once again on vacation, and I am in no mood to write a composition. My head is like a primordial soup these days. Ideas slip like a drinking glass held by a well-lubricated hand. But in an effort to share something I learned, let me tell you a story about how my mentorship with Bentusi is evolving lately.Raket season has begun and I was once again asked to write articles for kids.

McDonald's Twister Fries

May isang bata na ang pangalan ay Kulasa. Siya ay marikit, makulit at sobrang adik sa McDonald's Twister Fries. Tuwing umaga kapag papasok siya sa Mababang Paaralan ng Santa Ines ay dadaan muna siya sa tahanan ni Ronald McDonald. Tuwing recess naman ay magpapasama siya sa kanyang teacher na si Ditas (na nililibre niya ng Cheeseburger Meal) para bumili ng Twister Fries sa McDonald's. Comfort

Silence

"The planetship no longer speaks to us.""Is that so? Have we totally abandoned the vessel?" Hakkuna inquired."We have no idea Chief Magistrate." Sufoni said "After the rest of the Havok wing left the ship for planetfall, only a handful of our soldiers and their families stayed behind.""I see. And how about the Altair wing? What do our sources tell?""Most of them too have left the orbiter.