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Things that I know, things that I don’t. The hole in the ground, the birds on their nest, a child running down the alley; holding a red balloon. All the funny things in between, your eyes, your smile, your lips, your hands over mine. Things that mean nothing to them, and things that mean everything to you and me.

 Things that matter, and things that don’t. The smell of the grass swaying to the kiss of the wind, the sound of the cars honking around trying to beat this thing called traffic. A dog chasing a cat down the alley where the child with the red balloon was running. My eyes on yours, my erratic breathing, my sweaty hands nervously fidgeting yours.

The cat hissed, the dog yelped, the child cried, and up in the sky the red balloon went flying. Sprinkles of fantasy rewarded with a slap from reality. There’s you, and then there’s me. Sitting a table away from each other, you reading a book, and me getting lost in my fantasies.

Of love, and of you, and of me, and of all the funny things in between.




The story starts, just like how every story starts. It was late at night, we were sitting by the beach, cozy by the fire, lightening up the pitch black sky. We talked, laughed, teased and we kissed, did all the little things to keep the fire going — on it cracked, and on it burned. We were alive.


And just like how every middle part of the story works like how every middle part of the story works, it started to rain, panic crept into our eyes, our hearts trying to claw out of our chests, our minds confused. Then we heard a sizzling sound — kssss, it was our fire, it was slowly dying out. We panicked as we tried to do what we could to save it. But the little things that we used to do didn’t work anymore.


We argued, we made up only to argue anew. We ended up angry, sad, and desperate — as the fire slowly died out, we did too.


The story ends just like how any other story ends, dawn was breaking, we were at the beach, the waves singing its morning tune — a soft ballad of weeesh and wooosh




we stared as our fire slowly turned to embers, and as the last remaining embers turned into ashes, we stood up, and left, with nothing but perpetual silence.


Nothing in this world could ever beat that fuzzy feeling you get,

when you are smothered by your love’s warm embrace,

it’s like the perfect way to end the heart’s longing-

gone will be the heavy load your shoulder carries,

goes away all the restlessness your heart feels,

there’s just nothing but an assuring warmth,

riding calm waters slowly into the soul of the sea,

where the wind blows, and the cloud envelopes the hot sun,

as you slowly close your eyes to the hum of her heartbeat,

you smile and whisper to yourself–


Bourbon Street

I don’t know where you are,

but I know someday I’ll meet you,

in this vibrant and crazy place,

full of people that are two faced

I won’t be expecting you,

same goes for you to me,

together in that exact moment-

we’ll encounter serendipity

and when both our eyes meet,

the world will stop spinning,

no sound, no time, there’d be nothing,

just both our hearts quietly beating

Clowns of the Night

“Two more hours til the big performance baby!”

I couldn’t help but let out a huge grin. We were planning this huge prank of hours for weeks now. I lightly tapped my keyboard just enough for it to make noises without typing a single letter. I looked at my bedpost where a creepy clown mask hangs.

“Damn yeah! Time to scare kids! hahaha!” messaged another friend of mine — probably Shane, the guy who came up with the idea of “Clown Night”. A night that promises a lot of terrors to our victims — to us, a good laugh and a story to tell our grandkids.

Just a couple of kids wearing clown masks late at night, scaring people. What could go wrong right? I stood up, clutching the Clown mask, I let out a frustrated sigh, and let it devour my face.

Clowns, what a joke. I muttered as I stared at the smiling stranger in the mirror. I checked the group inbox once again to catch up with what was happening. There was a minor snag, one clown isn’t available to perform tonight. His said that he’s got the flu. Flu my ass. What a wuss.

“So, with Zeke out, that leaves five of us. And that means one is gonna go without a pair.” Shane as always, the best detective in the group.

“No shit, Sherlock.” I replied.

There was an argument in the group on who’s going to perform alone tonight. It got so heated that it came to the point that Keith wanted to back out.

“Randy, you wanna go alone?” asked Shane me.

“I’ll do it. I’ll go alone.” I complied, and then everything’s settled.

Big night was on.

“This is a bad idea.” I cussed as I walked into my spot. A dark narrow road whose only light source came from lightposts. Perfect to ambiance to scare people, I thought. I went on one knee, opened my backpack and took one last look on the mask. “Here goes nothing.” I stood on my spot for what seemed and eternity. Nobody passed by. Not even a single car. I had nothing but crickets accompanying me and the eerie darkness that seemed to whisper to me every now and then.I had a feeling that I was being watched. That I was not the only clown in this place. I closed my eyes to try to calm my nerves down. And then that’s when everything went wrong.

Suddenly, the twigs around me were making soft, wary cracking noises. Each crack growing louder and nearer. I turned around to see if there were people walking towards me. I could feel my heart slowly climbing up my throat. I was cold all of a sudden. I swear I could see eyes looking straight at me.

Shit. Shit. Calm down. Breathe. Breathe. Your mind is playing tricks on you. And then another twig shrieked, this time behind me. My instinct suddenly made me look at the direction where the crack came from. Again there was nothing.

“W-who’s there!?” I asked, trying to sound as brave as possible.

Out of nowhere, a hand clutched my shoulder and then came a whisper:

“Not so funny now eh?” The voice sent a chill to my spine, followed by a piercing pain that made my flesh cry red.

“Runrunrunrunrunrun as fast as you can!” yelled another voice in the dark. It was followed by shrill laughter. I heeded the voice and tried to take a step — only to find myself slowly falling to the ground. Laying sideways, I tried to make sense to what was happening. “W-who are you?” I asked the darkness. I took another deep breath, and tried to look up at the dark sky one last time. As I looked up, five shadows towered over me, I squinted my eyes only to find themselves popping right up.

“Clowns.. what a fucking joke..” I muttered as everything around me slowly faded away.


“Shane, can I take a bite first? Always wanted to know how Randy tastes like.”