A Week of Solitaire

What would you do?

In fifteen days, summer vacation will be over.

Journal Entry

September 23, 1990.

I am yearning... yearning for the time when I will have enough power to destroy this world. This filthy unpurified place you call HOME.

Pink Ice Cream and Blue Cotton Candy

We are two 9-year-olds, sitting on the park bench waiting for the parade to pass by. Today is the first day of the most-awaited Town Fair. My best friend, Jessica and I couldn’t sleep for days busy imagining the sweet pink ice cream and blue cotton candy–-the kind that we only get to taste every Town Fair. They don’t usually sell these stuff here on any other days.

Moonbeams

Eve collapsed into a heap on the ground, clutching the grass as if the green mass was the only thing keeping her from being pulled to the center of the earth. She trembled, feeling as if all the bones that had supported her for the past twenty years had been painfully extracted from her, though concerned onlookers viewed no signs of physical aching. Yet she felt torn away from all these people, their worried voices a distant concern to her own well-being. The deep pain that she was experiencing was of no concern to them.

The Past

The expectations, the disappointments, the successes, each negatively or positively traumatic, inciting our evolution of spirit in every aspect. I now know the true meaning of the word growing pains. Outgrowing situations and people, exceeding my wildest musings with the realities I encounter.

Tribute to Venus

My friendship with Venus is like a flower that started as a bud and fully bloomed into a most colorful and beautiful flower worth preserving forever.

The Adverse Result of Multitasking

"EEEEYYYUUUTTT!!!"

Loud and crisp!

I pressed SEND then off it went straight to... guess where?

My boss’s YM window!

@#$%... Panic... Panic!

Undo! Undo!

Oops!

YMs don’t have UNDO button. I wanted to call the Yahoo! Hotline and scream. "Please add UNDO button now!"

Andre's Bad Day

The Smiths looked at Andre with disgust. They refused to believe their vicious German Shepard would have ever attempted to take an innocent life. And to offer the remains of their precious Fifi as jerky was despicable.

This Too, Shall Pass

Her fingers kept on brushing through the long strands of my hair...

"Life can be tough sometimes... I understand what you are going through, but you’ll get over it and say: this too, shall pass."

Sweetly, she uttered those comforting words as my tears kept pouring like heavy rains in June.

BALANGIGA

BALANGIGA won first prize in the 2010 kaSAYSAYan Historical Scriptwriting Contest, sponsored by the Film Development Council of the Philippines (FDCP). This unproduced screenplay is uploaded for EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY. If you wish to enter into a production deal, please contact the author at petelacaba(a)gmail.com.

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