Category Archives: Creative Writing

Shooting stars and space dust

Ashes cannot make her favorite smoked rice cakes. Ashes cannot hold her when she was cold. Ashes cannot murmur, “It’ll be alright, my love…” into her hair when she was in pain… Continue reading

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Signs of Life (Imagining writing spaces)

I find that my writing becomes quite effective when I supplement my inspiration and work with some kind of noise, such as the sound of rain, or some non-intrusive music. Continue reading

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Too Quiet (Imagining writing spaces)

He was no hero and he knew that all too well. Merely writing a sentence, the sound of the pen scratching against paper and wood, the throb of blood circulating through his heart, all became so loud that it was maddening. Continue reading

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Tea Leaves (One Truth, Three Lies)

Looking at her cup, she recalled a superstition that she read about in a children’s book — that if you had a stray tea leaf in your cup, it means marriage is in your future. Continue reading

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Le Trac (Pick up that pen)

It doesn’t matter where you are — whether you are self doubting, experiencing burnout, hitting a writer’s block, you can always pick up that pen or set your hands to typing. You have many more stories to tell. Continue reading

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Jack of all trades, master of none.

Being praised as a “Jack of all trades” is nice; but what comes after, the “master of none”, was something that I eventually considered a curse. It was only lately that I have come to embrace this as an asset. Continue reading

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I left my heart in Mariveles, Bataan

Let this short little interlude serve as a promise for me to deliver on what I must write about: 30 hours in Mariveles, Bataan. What I experienced and seen with my friends really cannot be kept to ourselves. Continue reading

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