whisper

Whisper

When I got home, those words that you said kept running in my mind until I fell asleep. Upon waking up, you were the first thing I remembered. I smiled. I am overwhelmed. I am always excited to come to work because of course, I will be seeing you again

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Runaway

He was speechless. Maybe because of his mixed emotions, he forgot to look who’s been hiding behind him. See, if a person’s mind is way too preoccupied, he wouldn’t notice that the best things are already happening to him. Not unless it will be reiterated by someone close.

The Otherwise

The Otherwise

You kept me hanging. I hate you for ensuring your power over me. You got addicted to the controlling power you have over me. Maybe I was just a convenience to you. However, you know that you can do everything that you want with or without me.

I miss her

I miss her. Good old Facebook took me down memory lane today. It brought up a video a friend made of me from high school. It’s pretty embarrassing but for some reason, it made me incredibly emotional. I felt this way because I don’t recognize the person in the video. Let’s be realistic, a lot…

(Find Time To) Break Up With Yourself

Posted on April 5, 2017, by Kora Kaaghaz Find Time To Break Up With Yourself You might have been in many relationships in your life. However, there’s none more dysfunctional, depressing, agonizing and sometimes, more harmonious, then the one between your head and your heart! We all have those quiet times when we sit alone,…

Kay Tagal Kitang Hinintay

Author’s note: This is a short story based on Sponge Cola’s song “Kay Tagal Kitang Hinintay” from their 2011 album “Araw Oras Tagpuan”. I’ve written this around three years ago. Original post can be found on my Facebook account.) A long, winding road in a windy, idyllic view of a seemingly sleepy town. Jeepneys, buses…

Turmoil To Tenderness

Alessia Tono paused on the long stretch of boardwalk, the soft sand delicately splayed across the wooden slats tingling her bare feet, remnants of the typical windswept nights of East Hampton. She breathed in the scent of the early-morning salt air from the ocean just beyond the steps leading down to the desolate beach. Turning…

Cigarettes After Sex

Cigarettes after sex: A love story

By theuglywriter

Gupshup

Gupshup

By Rekha Harjwani

Being Noble

Being Noble

By Syl Dinada

The Lady Killer – This Is What I’ve Been Up To.

Hey, guys! It’s Kershelle aka The Angry Marketer and it has been a while since I’ve last posted….well….anything. I know, I know. I haven’t been as consistent as I needed to be on the posts front. And don’t just think that it is just on The Ugly Writers either. My Angry Marketer blog is being…

The Unnoticed Droplets

The Unnoticed Droplets

By Kanika Saini