Never knew it’d be useful
Never thought it’d save me
Never assumed it’d help
Never, but it did

‘Cause the silence you caused?
It fades together with what I feel
‘Cause the words you said to me?
They’re unheard beyond what’s real

The only thing I could hear
Not the lyrics from my playlist’s songs
But the heart that once beat fast
Slowly recovering from what’s wrong

Let the music consume this soul
Let the headphones save me from myself
Because you did not do a good job
Now, what I need is these headphones’ help

No matter how loud you’d scream
No matter how long you’d stay
Turned the volume full
So I won’t hear you say

At least the rhyming words
Make sense than yours
You could take them back now
Because I don’t hear them anymore


It Fell Again

It seems like heaven’s tears
The gentle water falls
It starts with careful drops
And pours with thunder’s calls

I never mind believing
That heaven’s crying too
At least the teardrops are taken
To join the raindrops’ cue

To stand beneath the skies
That roar to make a scene
My feet create a slight
But splashings in the streets

I watch the sky to gray
I feel the coolness in the air
This disarranged phenomenon
I once believed unfair

It tells me sadness in a way
Like tears wiped by hand
Soft pitter-patter play
As rain embraces land


No matter how many times I experience it, it remains a mysterious event. The Water Cycle doesn’t explain enough about it. I know it’s more than just water going up then going down.

Who knows maybe it’s more than just precipitation.



She wore a simple white dress, a green lace around her waist. Her long black hair was tied by a green ribbon.

She walked her way to the old chapel in their town to finally settle down. It has always been her wish to be with someone she could always rely on and could love her no matter what happens. Being used with sneakers and sandals, she was uncomfortable with her 3-inch heels. But she wanted to look pretty in the day that would end her loneliness and open a new chapter of her life. But as she approached the chapel’s door, she couldn’t find the man whom she was about to share that chapter with.

“Eunice, he’s still not here. I don’t know what has happened to him. I mean..”

Her about to be father-in-law scratched his head, uneasy about the situation.

She calmed herself and looked around. Then she saw a guest wearing shoes about her size.

“Excuse me miss, those sneakers look wonderful. Would you mind if I borrow them for a while?”

The guest smiled and started removing her shoes. She hurriedly wore them. She ran away while the gaze of the people in the chapel followed her.

She found him by the creek throwing stones.

“You.. don’t want.. to get married?” She said, gasping for air. His expression showed surprise.

There was silence for a moment. She sat beside him.

“I want to but..” His voice trailed off.

His brown eyes looked at her. Her hair was messy already and the green ribbon hung loosely. She showed a sad smile.

“I understand. You’re my best friend. I know and I understand if you don’t want to-”

She was interrupted by his embrace.

“No. I’ll marry you. You’re the most amazing girl in town. No one understands me better than you. Let’s go back and I’ll,” he paused, “marry you.”

She kissed his cheek and stood.

“I just have.. to run. You know, clear my.. head. You go back first. I’ll.. I’ll go there. I’ll be back.”

She took the ribbon from her hair and started running. She stopped and turned around to look at her friend.

“Wait for me. I’ll be back in that chapel,” and she was gone.


Five years passed.


She was wearing a white long dress. Her shoulders were bare and the straps were covered with glitters. A green hair band kept her hair. She smiled and looked at the same brown eyes she stared at five years ago by the creek. He was there standing in front of her and her husband-to-be.

“Marriage is not just about two people exchanging vows, promising love and 3 kids running in the hallway.” Everyone laughed. His brown eyes caught her gaze again.

“It’s about being where you’ve always been even before you stood in front of this altar.. in love. My best friend, Eunice, found hers. I found mine.” He looked up and smiled.

“Doesn’t matter who you love. The point is.. you love. Marriage is about love. True. But love does not always end up in marriage.”

He blessed the couple and smiled at his best friend and her groom as he pronounced them husband and wife.



100,000 Paper Cranes

“Did you know about the 100,000 paper cranes?”

“What?! That’s a ridiculous number. I’ve only heard that if you make 1,000 paper cranes, it supposedly grants you a wish.”

“Yeah, but they only grant small wishes. Making 100,000 paper cranes will grant impossible wishes.. like bringing the dead to life.”

“Now, I’m sure you’re just messing with me.”

Kate chuckled and she told me to stop spreading absurd stories. She’s been my friend for as long as I can remember and she always kept me by her side despite what others thought. You see, she was always kind to me, but the people around us weren’t. People found it odd that Kate would even befriend someone like me. I was always the serious and gloomy girl, while she was always the cheerful and lively one.

Until that one fateful night.

After attending a party, she and her boyfriend got themselves drunk. Her intoxicated boyfriend insisted that he drive and she let him.

Days after, Kate cooped herself up in her room, folding paper cranes.

“Stop it, Kate. It wasn’t your fault,” I tried to console her.

“It’s my fault,” she murmured.

“No, it wasn’t. And please stop making paper cranes. I thought you didn’t believe in those things.”

“It’s my fault.”

She wouldn’t listen to me. Weeks passed and she still remained in her room, folding more and more paper cranes. I visited Kate often, always asking her to stop and just let go. She still wouldn’t listen.

Months have passed and Kate’s room has now been filled with paper cranes. While she hastily folded the last paper crane with a hopeful gaze, I was standing inside her room, full of dread.

“I can finally bring her back,” she whispered.

Perhaps the story was right after all. I watch in horror as the hundred thousand paper cranes started flying towards me.

God, I don’t want to go back. I’d rather be dead.


I hope you enjoyed it or at least understood the last bit. I passed this story as a contest in a subreddit called schortscarystories. I revised it according to the suggestions in the comments. If you don’t quite understand it, you can check the interpretations in the original post here.

See you next story!

[Granted] Ch. 1: Desire takes you to your dreams

When you try to grant someone else’s wish, you slowly grant yours.

This is the first chapter of a novel I’ve been writing entitled “Granted”. The story revolves around unfulfilled dreams and regrets. I will be updating this story at least once a week. I hope you will enjoy this piece.


Chapter 1

Desire takes you to your dreams


She started to breathe again. She started to feel again.

She slowly opened her eyes.

She started to live again.

She lied on the floor, her hands placed on her chest like a princess under a spell. She was wearing a long white dress with laces on it. She tried to adjust her eyes from the light and when everything became clear, she looked to see where she was. The place was unfamiliar to her and the room looked nothing like any place she was in before. There was a balcony in front of her and a desk with a shelf at the opposite side. The shelf was full of books with various thicknesses. On the desk was a computer, its lights still blinking indicating that it was not turned off. There was a cabinet on her left. Shirts, socks and shorts scattered around it.

Where am I..?

She thought as she sat herself up and looked around her. It was then that she noticed another body lying on her right; only that he was lying on a bed. She panicked and searched for the door. It was near the shelf. She hurriedly stood up yet cautiously to not awaken her companion. She paused to look at the person on the bed. His hair was pointing to every direction. His lips, slightly open, looked soft despite its paleness. His right hand was on his belly which was slowly rising and falling as he breathed. His left hand lied near his left ear. She felt that she knew the guy. She gazed at him when her thoughts were interrupted as the guy squinted his eyes and slowly opened them. It was too late for her to hide.

“W- What?” He rubbed his eyes and stared at the girl.

“WHAT THE-?! Who are you?!”

He scrambled to his feet and stood before her. She moved back, frightened of his reaction. She touched her chest trying to catch her breath. She was having difficulty breathing. What’s happening to me, she wondered. The door opened and she vanished before his sight.

“What’s wrong Albert? Did something happen?”

He faced his mom, unsure what to say. There’s a girl in my room. No. The girl disappeared to who-knows-where already.

He shook his head and apologized to his mom for shouting. His mom sighed and told him to prepare for school. He looked at the clock; it was already 7:48. Damn. I almost forgot it’s Monday. His mom left and he was alone there to ponder. Who was that, he thought. How did she get inside? How did she vanish just like that? He scratched his head and went outside the balcony. It was September and the air felt colder already. Maybe it was just a dream. He took a deep breath and went away.

A white dress fluttered with the wind as the girl hid under the curtains.


Not much has happened here but I hope you’ll wait for the second chapter 🙂

Lonely is a Sad Word; I Prefer to be Alone


I have felt such despair many times in my life. Most of them spent with humans.

There is something quite peculiar about loneliness. It is not so much as the state of being alone. It is rather a thought. Perhaps more of a feeling.

I am now alone in the room as I am writing this piece and yet I don’t feel lonely.

Nobody wants to be lonely. I am of no exception. However, I prefer to be alone most of the time. I try to escape the chaos of socialization and hide within the corners of my comfort zone where I simply read, write or dream.

To me, loneliness comes to visit when I am surrounded with friends whose conversations are too distant from the topics I wish to share. Oftentimes, as to not offend or worry them, I force myself to engage in their socializing. I feel deeply guilty for having to fake a smile. I enjoy the people that they are. I just can’t bring myself to enjoy the things they enjoy.

So in my room, when I recall the moments I shared with friends, I often fall in the spiral of depression. This is when I am lonely and alone at the same time. I realize that the people who I truly wish to talk with are out of reach. I cannot tell them my honest feelings because I do not want them to feel at fault. It’s my fault. Yet I hate to admit it to end my friendship with them. I do not want to end any friendship. I just.. I simply don’t know how to interact with them.

Whenever I scroll through my social media feed, I see the smiles of my friends together with companions who are much better in interacting with them. Or so I assume. There’s sadness, yet there’s relief. I am still their friend and I know they consider me still as one. When they need my help, I will do my best to be of aid.


There’s the choice to welcome it as a guest to realize the importance of such relationships.

But now, she barely comes knocking because she knows that there’s joy and peace in me at the moment.. even if I’m alone in my room.

Fixing It Out

Their voices were louder this time. Both were just shouting, not even listening to each other.

“Why can’t you do it this time?! I’m sick and tired of this! We keep arguing about this and that. This can never work out. Maybe.. It’s better.. It’s better if..”
“Maybe what? Divorce? You want to get divorced?” He chuckled. “Sure! It would be my pleasure!”
“See? See?! You even say those things! You want to have a separation! You bastard! I hate you!”

They continued fighting when the husband heard something amiss.


“What was that?” He asked, trying to locate where the sound was coming from.


“A thief?” She shuddered. Then, she remembered her 10-year old daughter.

“Kelly? Where’s Kelly?! Oh my.. Kelly!” She ran out of their bedroom door followed by her husband.


They searched the house, but couldn’t find their only daughter. The husband took the nearest weapon, a golf club, and tried to look for what or who was making the sound. His wife was crying helplessly.

“She must have.. she must have heard us. This is all your fault!” She glared at her husband, blaming the kid’s disappearance to him.

“Why is it my fault?!” He shouted.

“If you just fixed the roof, we wouldn’t be fighting right now! Kelly won’t be missing! Oh my goodness. She must have heard about the divorce. She must have been so upset!” the wife exclaimed.

“You brought the topic up! And I was so damn tired! You think it’s easy fixing a friggin’ roof?!” They started shouting again until they noticed that the thudding stopped.

The door opened and when they saw who was at the door, the wife ran to hug her. The husband looked at his kid. She was sweating and covered with dirt.

“Where in the world did you go?! We were so worried!” The mother exclaimed. She noticed the kid’s hands, bruised and wounded, the right hand still clutching a hammer.

The kid just smiled and said, “I fixed the roof. Now, you don’t have to fight with dad.”

The wife’s eyes welled up and they turned to look at the husband. The adults were silenced by their daughter’s action.

The golf club fell from the husband’s hand together with his tears. He went to his wife and daughter and hugged them tightly. The three of them were silently crying.