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📚 #TheSummerITurnedPretty #ItsNotSummerWithoutYou #WellAlwaysHaveSummer #BurnForBurn #ToAllTheBoysIveLovedBefore #PSIStillLoveYou #AlwaysAndForeverLaraJean #JennyHan

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📚 #TheSelection #TheElite #TheOne #TheHeir #TheCrown #KieraCass

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📚 #IfIStay #WhereSheWent #JustOneDay #JustOneYear #GayleForman

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📚 #DigitalFortress #DeceptionPoint #AngelsAndDemon #TheDaVinciCode #TheLostSymbol #Inferno #DanBrown

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📚 #SlammedSeries #MaybeSomeday #FindingCinderella #UglyLove #Confess #ItEndWithUs #ColleenHoover

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📚 #Twilight #NewMoon #Eclipse #BreakingDawn #TheTwilightSaga #StephenieMeyer

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I am overthinking it

I want to say I love you.

Then say it.

I can’t.

Why?

Because I am afraid.

Of what?

That you might not feel the same way I feel.

Try me.

Maybe next time.

Are you sure?

Yes.

I love you and you don’t know how much.

Oh.

So… aren’t you still going to tell me then.

I don’t know.

You already know what I feel.

It’s not enough.

What made you think so?

Because…

Because?

You only said it when I told you I wanted to tell you about it.

I was just waiting, you know?

Waiting?

Yes, that you’d finally love me. I’ve been waiting eons for this. And now, you wouldn’t let me hear it. It’s killing all the senses in me.

Let me think about it.

Don’t overthink it.

I will. Sorry.

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Umbrella is meant for sharing

It started when I watched a Korean Movie, which I now forgot the title, that is about a Mother always reminding her daughter to bring umbrella, but the kid won’t listen because she knows that her mother will always fetch her from school with an umbrella at hand. Until her mother couldn’t do it anymore as she succumbed to her illness. And that is when she started bringing one on her own.

This movie became my inspiration to my story entitled “Umbrella” written about three years ago. It’s a story about a friendship between two girls bonded by umbrella and shared the most important thing in their lives.

And this year, Another Umbrella Story comes in written by my friend, J.

I was standing there at the rotunda just in front of the old building waiting for the rain to stop. This was a scene which I was reminded of today while I was standing under the heat of the sun outside that same building. Now, as I think about it, I have always brought with me this umbrella which as they termed was “automatic”.

Then looking back, and if one had to add up all the days during those years that I went to school without an umbrella, I think I may have depended on my friends for umbrella for almost 3 years– rain or shine I depended on them. Not that I did not have the money at that time to provide myself one. It was more of that I did not really bother to buy one. Maybe because I just know they have one, and when it rained they’re going to let me in the comfort of those beautifully crafted, though some may have been older than our budding friendship, branded or not, girly or plain, umbrellas. I guess I just know that they will always be there; that the umbrella was somehow a representation of what our friendship was like and what it will always be like.

Well, now I own an umbrella for I need to grow. No true optimist leaves his umbrella at home.

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Stolen Kiss

Everyday, I see her. Ride the bus with her. Walk with her to the school, but she doesn't notice me. It is because her boyfriend is with her all the time. Tonight she is riding the bus alone to her place. I take this chance to sit beside her, which she doesn't mind. It is an hour ride and she is tired from school. I watch her sleep and she looks like an angel. Out of nowhere, I stole a kiss from her. I kiss her lips, tasted everything, but I feel pain. I pull myself away from her, willing myself not to kiss her again. I look at her again, and then suddenly my heart skips a beat followed by endless beatings. She is looking at me with knowing eyes. I swallowed the lump in my throat. I feel cold sweats around my body. My voice is stuck somewhere I couldn't reach. It is already my street but I don't go down.the next two streets is hers. I followed her, speaking no words, looking everywhere but her. She stops at someone's door, maybe it is her, but I still don't speak. It is dark when I feel something brush my lips, and she is gone, taken by the light.

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You Never

You give me all these fertilizers Never letting me bloom at my own phase You nourish me only with bullshit Never care my bullshits at all You command me to speak my mind Never listened when opened up You think I am happy every harvest day Never thank God for all those days

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First

Today is my first day in school, not in kindergarten though, but in medicine school. Being a doctor is what I have wanted since I was eight years old, and here I am in a foreign country pursuing my dream. It was not my choice to study overseas, but because my relatives are staying here and they are willing to support my studies, who am I not to accept it. First days are always nerve wracking even if you are familiar with the place or have been with the same people in the past ten months, because there is always that two months of not knowing what happened in each other’s life, unless you have spent vacation together or have been in touch with each other. In my case, I have no one to talk to, so they would definitely see the difference in me, which I doubt because no one notice me at all, I just get that non-sense jittery feeling, and so maybe for some as well. But studying abroad is different, everyone interested will definitely notice me even if it is their first time to meet me, so the more anxious I am right now. I get inside the classroom just before the professor shows up and sit at the back so that I will not be forced to talk to anyone and where I will not be called to recite or give out my opinion. I hate talking in a large group and I will avoid it with my life. It is dark inside the room when I felt a silhouette is moving on my left, and whatever it is, it is surely not making any noise or avoiding to be discovered at the middle of the class. I try to get a peek on my left, but I can’t get anything, giving up on the idea eventually. The next day, I get in later than I did the first day still sitting on the same spot, but this day it is different. That dark silhouette is earlier and he is a man. He is smiling at me like we have known each other for a long time. I frown at him, making sure he sees that I am thinking he is a lunatic. He continues to stare at me and smiles every time I look at him. When the class is over and the light is on, I quickly shove my things inside my bag and get up, so that I can avoid him but he pulled me down landing over him. “What are you doing?” He stares me in the eyes and suddenly for unknown reason, I felt the constriction of my heart making it harder to breathe. He is not answering my question nor me speaking anymore, I am just staring at his eyes as well. What is this weird feeling I am having right now? Could it be? Oh no! To be continued… For comments/suggestions, please email me at sheenyperi@yahoo.com

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Red

Oh my god! He is here again, riding the same elevator with me. Maybe we have the same shift that is why I always see him. But I don’t really look at him, I mean his face. I can’t see it because it is going to be really awkward if I do look at his face. Instead, I look at his tatooed arm, which has an image of red flower with blue waves around it. Whenever I see him, it is that flower that always get my attention. And I wonder how a man like him with good physique can have a tattoo about a flower. I don’t judge his preferrence though, because I don’t think he belongs in a federation. I was just awed of his choice for his tattoo. Maybe there is a story behind it. Everyday I see him riding the same elevator with me and I automatically look at his ink. Tonight, it is just the two of us and I am looking at his arm again. “Do you like it?”, I heard him ask me. I look at his eyes and he is looking at me, smiling. Oh no! Am I in trouble? I think so too. There is something in his eyes that draws me in and I am falling in a trap I wish I can still get out from. There is a lump in my throat, I couldn’t speak. I swallowed it but I find that my voice is nowhere, so I just nod and look away from his eyes, but I can still feel them boring in me, in my whole body. I have already reached my floor, and this is the longest ride I have ever had. Usually, it was just seconds, but this time, it felt like the ride took more than a minute. I step out of the elevator and I feel his eyes following me. To be continued… For comments/suggestions, please email me at sheenyperi@yahoo.com

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Fixer

Robots should not have emotions,so people could use their full potential.They are made to become helpers of humans, because humans have become very sickly. A virus had spread to the nation, sickness that no one can cure. Experts have gone to the very extremes just to find answers and what they have only got was inventing a robot. Luckily, this happened before the virus have totally ruled out our systems. They have made robots that are suited for any kind of job, but they cannot be better than us who can breathe. Humans are intelligent enough not to install to these robots the knowledge to fix themselves and recreate their own kind. So here I am and they call me fixer.

To be continued…

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She’s a Pink Star

Chapter 1

I used to date someone when I was in High School. She was really beautiful. The most beautiful I have ever seen. She was also hot, so everyone wanted to get inside her pants, but she was mine. That was what she would always tell to those perverts.

“I’m with Marcus, you should know that.”, she said while searching me in the crowd.

I am no hunky, so I really did not know why she was dating me. Or maybe because of that one thing, I knew a secret about her that no one knew except the people that she was involved with.

I never wanted to use it to blackmail her. I really liked her in fact. She was really kind and sweet. She was also a top student. A member of the student council and school organizations. Everybody liked her, but she did not like that. She would always tell me whenever people would praise or thank her for whatever she has done.

“Gee, I hate that. It’s like I did them a favor.”, she said while helping me finish my paper, which I never asked, because I was totally fine on my own, but she liked doing it and that how she had always been,

Even after we part ways, she was the person who still loved helping others by giving in to the needs of the people she was involved with.

To Be Continued….

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Love in Action

We don’t talk but we know what each other is thinking. I don’t know how it happens or the reason behind it. Maybe we are just too compatible with one another, which is quite impossible, to think of it. I like the things she doesn’t like, and she to me. No one would really think we are made up for one another, but we are still together. And this is the relationship, I should say, the best I have ever had. I am happy with her, even if we only communicate through our movements. It took me time to know her, to understand her. It was difficult. I even thought of giving up, that it was hopeless to be with someone like her. But she showed me how wonderful the world she is living in, that there are possibilities, endless possibilities.

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Tell Me Where

Every sound I hear Every scent I smell Every flavor I taste Leads me to your memories But only your touch can be felt from you

Tell me where do I go from here Should I go back to you Or find someone new Tell me where

You don't like me anymore You don't need me beside you You have left with everything And have left me with nothing

Tell me where do I go from here I still love you I still want you Tell me where

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The love that is meant to be unrequited

Just one more sneak peek Just one more eavesdrop Just one more innocent touch I promise this is the last And if you can’t unconsciously give in I will understand… but my heart will shatter Because the truth is I haven’t moved on I willed myself to steer away from you Clear my thoughts of you, but you won’t go And that is maybe, only mabye you think of me too Which is totally impossible, right? Because you never looked at me when you learned The secret that no need of your knowledge The love that is meant to be unrequited I have wanted it to stay with me And be not known forever Because it is easier that you don’t know And that the assurance of future is impossible You should’ve stayed uninterested ‘til the end Never asked who the person that might be Maybe I should have not told someone We could have… I could have avoided this pain Of not being able to enjoy my secret moments with you that only I know But even if I wanted it the other way around I am still happy that you know The love that is meant to be unrequited