the ugly writers

The Basements I’ve Haunted

There is a mannequin in the basement at work. It moves around, it used to startle me. Now I pretend I don’t notice. And it pretends it doesn’t see me. There are ghosts there, and we both pretend not to notice each other. We have reached an uncomfortable impasse.
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Enjoying life on a tight budget

With all the payables that we have after moving in to our new home, there are certain luxuries that we just have to skip. We get fewer outdoor adventures and going to the mall is now subject for debate. Nonetheless, we try to keep ourselves entertained as we try to maintain our sanity despite the new challenges of owning our own property. Fortunately, the pandemic lessened our choices and actually made us think of more practical ways to enjoy without breaking the bank.
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Aging Backwards

Die first and get this out of the way.  Pass the wisdom of age onto a younger version of myself when my vitality is at its peak and end up a glimmer in my parent’s eye.  What an intriguing idea!  Unfortunately, life doesn’t work that way.  Time marches on, and all of us yields to the unchanging law of entropy.
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Sabelia

Together the king and his court members ruled Sableia with horrors spreading terrors beyond the high seven seas of sins.
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Incubus

Before sunup he would crawl back under my bed, But before he disappears he would whisper to me, "I am just the demon inside your head."
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Our Journey To Our New Home

This made me realize we are not prepared for this investment. I was not ready at all. But I don’t want to disappoint both myself and my wife so I thought, we gotta do this because we’ve come so far already.
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May The Night Take Me

She wouldn’t look at me, but kissed me hard and told me she loved me. Loved me so much it hurt. As I laid in that bed wincing from the pain in my leg, I didn’t ask her to promise she would return to me.
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“Sopla”

Kung ibinabalik ng kung sino man ang hindi magandang pangyayari sa nakaraan mo Huwag na huwag mo ibibigay ang kapayapaan mo
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Hope Springs Eternal

He looked a sad, stooped over, carrying a small, compact parcel of disappointment. Gravity was a little more efficient where his feet fell. He seemed to get shorter with each step.