A Garden of Rosesby Eric Ariel L. Salas I saw a garden of red roses,bloomingso tempting for a pickyet leaving me only the admiration for the beauty of it.Just an illusion it was. A dream. Then a dream...
How would you feel if, one time in your life, you gave your very best and end up being beaten? Or offered everything for the very first time and losing it all? I used to listen to woes from graduating...
Not all kindergartens can write their names, let alone, write a little book. When my 5-year-old niece, Leanna, told me one night that she will write a book for me, I answered with my usual “uh u...
Here I am, taking the seat at the corner, the only elevated area of the coffee shop. I never take this seat unless nothing else is available. I always have this unusual feeling when elevated, like bei...
It looks to me that sleeping on my belly and burying my face in layers of pillows have tremendously pushed my nose further to the level of my cheeks. Every morning, it exhibits some sort of flattening...
God should punish those who fakely preach his words. There is a pastor’s daughter who often talks religion and God. From the outside, she flaunts an aura of virginity, untouched. But behind the white ...
The start of the New Year means the start of a new semester. The past days, I bumped into a number of new international students who moved aimlessly around the residential hall and the GIS department ...
The doctors said there was no hope for recovery because of too many complications. For three days in the ICU, daddy was fighting for his life under all the hoses connected to him. Manoy Wingwing, my o...