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“Nii-san, are we there yet?” Mako tugs at my shirt as we continue to trudge through this big, dark, scary forest. “Just a little more,” is all that I could muster to say. It feels like hours have already gone by since we started walking. Hours of walking in no direction. Hours of feeling hopeless and afraid. It feels like we’re going nowhere. Is there really a safe place waiting for us beyond here? We’ve never seen anyone or anything. We’ve never heard the sea Otosan told us to go to. There were only screams shrouded in the dark. The exa...
Submitted to Contest #192
I was only just 12 when that thing happened. It was terrifying. Nerve-wracking. Traumatizing. Pulsating. I could use all the words that could describe fear and anger to explain what I felt and experienced that day. Yet, it was all kinda fun. In the mind of that 12-year-old kid, that thing was supposed to change the way he sees things. It was supposed to make him doubt anything. To make his heart weaken to nothing. But he didn’t. I didn’t. That same fear planted a seed of peculiar fascination in me that grew bigger and bigger as I grow up. ...
Submitted to Contest #186
DISCLAIMER: This story contains sensitive content, particularly mental health, sex, and physical violence. “So, who, between the two of you, killed Miss Brentley?” “I didn’t! Andrew’s the one who did it!” “What the fuck? No! I can’t even talk straight, let alone kill a woman! We all know it’s Arthur. You know it, Arnold! He’s a liar and aggressive and manipulative who has had a motherfucking anger management issue ever since he was six!” “The fuck you talkin’ about, Andrew? Who’s the mad silent creep who followed his crush in high sc...
Now I know why everyone hated odd numbers. If you’re alone, you’re seen as an emo, creepy, and depressed madman who can’t get laid once in your life. If you’re in a group of 3, one of you will die. And if you’re in a group of 5, one of you will destroy everyone’s lives. In our case, it’s me. Everyone has already forgotten what happened. Everyone was back with their rich, young, and dumb lives as if they didn’t just ruin someone’s life forever. But I didn’t. It’s still burned in my mind. Every second of it. Every scene, every moment, and ev...
a young Filipino dreamer
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