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Malady I know he is watching, carefully and tenaciously watching as I dip my head lower and lower, and Maria's face inches closer and closer. A ghost of a smile plays on my lips and I kiss her too passionately I can feel her arms wedging us both apart. She hates it, I know. She hates being this close and intimate in front of other people. But she never rejects me, I know she can't and won't reject me. The stupid smile on his face is what I expected. I know he saw everything and it's breaking him, tearing him apart! I know he wishes to crack open and scream, but he doesn't. Because he is too gentle for his own good, and too forgiving, which

It. I came from the womb of the earth. That was what Lolo told me in the simplest of words. But what did that mean? In great detail Lolo told me of the greatest adventure he had. On our wide slab of stone I laid next to Lolo, ignoring the biting cold which always attacked us at nights, and I listened to him as he gently patted my head with a shaking, knobby hand. I glanced up and stared at Lolo's big nose, which had white, long hair strands coming out of the nostrils. Then I looked at his mouth and noticed his missing teeth and the blackened, chipped ones. But Lolo did not notice me staring at him like this, not even once. He always seeme

The unshed tears burn the corners of my eyes. And the trapped scream in my throat itches my tongue and wills my mouth to move. But I plaster that calm, unnerve smile I usually have on and watch as Eduardo take Maria's hand into his, as his lips gently brush her paling knuckles. She stifles a giggle, I notice, and smiles cheerfully. They do not notice me, even though I am behind them just a few feet away. They do not notice the shadow I am. Nobody notices me until she did, back when I visited her father's estate to celebrate their Christmas holiday. But I smile still when they finally see me. Their cheeks quickly grow red. Eduardo clears his

A/N: A break from writing my Philippine-inspired novel, which I have plans to send the manuscript to a publishing company (haven't decided whether to pass the manuscript to Crescent Moon Press, Sourcebook Fire, or Omnific Publishing). Cross your fingers, guys, and pray that one of these publishing houses will give me the okay sign and will publish my first ever Young Adult, high fantasy, historical(?), mystery, romance novel. I will need some help and opinions. If you are interested in reading two chapters of the novel, then please PM me :) Rendezvous He is there, on the balcony. Hand cups a glass of white, translucent wine. He must have ad

a/n: The very last chapter of Indifference! Hooray! I got busy with summer classes, writers workshop, birthday parties, and shopping :D His: Indifferent Ah! I should not have cried. It is not a great - or even good - feeling to cry in front of a person, whom you are not close to anymore. It feels awkward and embarrassing and weak. But she is here, still, in front of me. She is wiping her own silly, crocodile tears. "I have seen and read the articles written by the Chinese, Indonesians, and even Malaysians. Since we are neighbors, I am just wondering if it will be all right if I check your archives as well," she says. The Chinese, Indonesi