Jessie Winterspring

“Small act of kindness” by Jessie Winterspring

Submitted to Contest #187

 I was walking home from school one day when I noticed a small, black cat slinking along the street. It wasn’t the first cat I’d seen, as cats were quite common in the neighborhood, but this one stood out. Its movements weren’t erratic; it moved with a purpose, its eyes darting from side to side, seeming to take in its surroundings. Curious, I watched it for a bit, intrigued by its behavior, and that’s when I noticed the particular way it was looking at me. It wasn’t with indifference or fear, as other cats often do, but with an inte...

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“Missing Pieces” by Jessie Winterspring

Submitted to Contest #186

“I hope she suffers from a deadly disease and dies a slow, painful death.” “Sorry, sis, I can’t hear or see you properly. Wait, lemme adjust the webcam. There! Now I can see you clearly—what’s wrong? What did you say earlier?” “Nothing.” “Nothing, nya, nya.” “Suzie, stop it.” “Suzie, stop it while your little sister buhuhu.” “I’m serious, Suzie, stop fake rubbing your eyes. If you don’t cut it out, I’m cutting this video call.” “No, you cut it out. Just because I’m not beside you doesn’t mean I can’t see that something’s wrong. So, w...

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“Memories of the Future” by Jessie Winterspring

Submitted to Contest #151

Did you ever wish you could go back in time? I bet you did. I know I want to. I won’t ask for a lot of time, but I’d give half of my life to get back to the day before I received my older sister’s call, no, even just fifteen minutes ago would be enough, because then I wouldn’t be trembling as I get up from the ground and I weakly pushed through the gathering crowd watching her unrecognizable bloody face. The face of a twenty-six-year-old woman, who was begging me to hear her out a moment before this happened.The driver, who would have run me...

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“The Way You See Me” by Jessie Winterspring

CW: sexual assault, child sexual abuseHe wears glasses, but not the nerdy kind with dark rims, but those with a silver rim that reflect the light, making it almost rimless. He got a broad shoulder and he always dressed in loose shirts and tight pants. He doesn’t like following fashion trends. He keeps his hair long blond hair a messy half-updo, he looked so effortlessly nonchalant. Always calm and collected. And he’s mine.I reached for his hair letting the silky strand slip through my fingers. I should feel lucky, so many girls and gays want...

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“Fiction meets Reality ” by Jessie Winterspring

Submitted to Contest #104

I nod in agreement as I read through the reasons why people should read. One of the classic reasons why fiction is the best is, you get to be in many places without moving your feet. Second, it keeps my mind active without talking to people. This is very important for me, I love the comfort of my room. I love the sight of books surrounding me.The bad thing is that now I'm in love with Hendrick, the main character from "Inside the Future" a romantic crime series."Damn you! You should be nickname Die, you slimy bastard!" I said as read in horr...

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“In My Dreams” by Jessie Winterspring

Submitted to Contest #103

I hugged myself and looked out of the car. It felt like every strand of hair in my body rose as we entered Andorra la Vella, the capital of a small and beautiful microstate in Europe. Andorra is bordered by France to the north and Spain to the south. The car climbed a bit higher, and Aiden, turn to me and smile. "This is the highest capital city in Europe. More than 3,300 feet above sea level." "Uhuh." I rubbed the goosebumps on my knee. I felt too exposed in my short skirt, but Amalia, Aiden's twin, sitting in the backseat assured me that s...

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“You Stubborn Fool” by Jessie Winterspring

Submitted to Contest #94

He is Apolaki, one of Bathala’s children. The sun god and the war god. No one and he means no one other than Bathalang Maykapal, the supreme father of the sky can stop him, not his mortal mother, not this tiny Filipina woman hugging him.“Move woman,” he commanded looking at the man he's been chasing for days run out of the door.“No, I’m not letting you chase him!” Her arms wrapped around his waist tightened.One swing of his hand and her fragile body will break at the cement wall of her small house, but every muscle in his body tense at the c...

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“I See You” by Jessie Winterspring

Submitted to Contest #85

That’s the thing about this city, it comes to life at night. Lights and vibrant colors dominate the city filled with tourists spending every minute with smiles and office workers drinking the stress of the day. But as daytime break the cheerfulness dulls, replace with rush hour and glum faces of people stuck in traffic and workers who were tired of doing jobs they never dream of doing. Many are stuck with it. Every person is busy to care that one person among them doesn’t belong to the crowd. A girl with pearly white skin, splash pink hair, ...

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“Ocean so Blue” by Jessie Winterspring

Submitted to Contest #83

If you don't believe in god and come face to face with it, what do you say to it? How can you thank it for saving you? A water god, that’s what the semi-transparent blob of water in front of me told me it is. If it weren't for it, I would be filled with seawater now and sinking in the bottom of the sea. I will be the headline of the news the next day or even days later. My ugly bloated corpse wearing a bikini will be displayed in print and screens for everyone to glance with disgust on their faces nationwide or worldwide – thanks to the in...

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“Ready or Not” by Jessie Winterspring

Submitted to Contest #68

 This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives. Or at less, it should have been for Colette. She turned eighteen that day and got her wished to have Garaboldi escort her for her debutante party. He was her father's friend, a good fifteen years younger than her dad, but still many years older than her, eleven years to be exact, but she can’t help get attracted to him. Garaboldi wore his curly, dark brown hair short. He was 6' 0" tall, solid-built with dark skin, and got piercing brown eyes which makes women sigh, but he also ...

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“Jokes and Laughter” by Jessie Winterspring

Submitted to Contest #47

You're the campus clown in your college. The cool and funny man. You love making everyone laugh, and everyone love you because you make them laugh. Girls always wanted to be close to you and be your friend and that’s your biggest problem. You always end up being a friend, even with your ex-girlfriends. You get asked on a date a lot, but it often goes nowhere because they can’t see you getting serious about anything, especially not with relationship, but they’re wrong. So wrong.A woman once made you stop joking and just listen. She was Kaila ...

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“I'm Sorry” by Jessie Winterspring

Submitted to Contest #28

I’m fated to embarrassed myself in front of my crushes. The most horrible was in fifth grade. I was eleven and a transfer student in Negros Occidental, Philippines. At this stage everyone has already established friendship with everyone, and it was awkward being the transferee. I become subject for bullying, but I’m no damsel in distress. Oh, I fight back like a tiger. I was a tomboy, but that didn’t stop me from crushing at the most popular boy in class. Ian. I developed a crush on him too because he defended me from the Gera...

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