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Add a comment January 23, 2011

Angel in Disguise

Once upon a time, there was a child ready to explore the world. So one day, he asked his Dad;

“Mom told me that she’s sending me to a place bigger than our house and with so many children tomorrow. But how am I going to survive there being so young, small and helpless?”

His Dad answered,

“Among the many many angels there, I chose one for you. She will be waiting for you and will take care of you.”

“But tell me, here in our house, I don’t do anything else but play. That’s enough for me to be happy.”

“Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you everyday. And you will feel your angels love and be happy.”

“And how am I going to understand when they talk to me? I am so young and unknowledgeable.”

“You angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you everything you need to learn.”

“I’ve heard that in that place, there are bad children. Who will protect me?”

“Your angel will protect you even if it means risking her life.”

And so that moment, the chil was much at peace.

The next day, in a hurry, the child asked his Dad;

“Oh Dad, if I’m about to leave now, please tell me my angel’s name.”

Dad smiled at his son and said,

“Son, your angel’s name is no great importance. You will call your angel…”TEACHER”. =)

2 comments January 23, 2011

DEATH NOTE

It was unusual for me to wake up this early. Maybe because of the noise of the branches and leaves that sweep and swoosh my roof. The rain still heavily pours. I think it would last until the early morning.

I slept late last night. I didn’t feel comfortable, something’s bothering me but I can’t figure it out.

The old clock hanging on the wall said it’s only past 2AM. I’ve slept only for a couple of hours and something woke me up.

Some sort of force pulled me from my bed and brought me to the table at the corner of my room. It was dark inside. The only light was coming from the lamp post across the street.

I was alone. My housemates went home to the province. The won’t be home for the weekends. It was not a good idea to be alone. I know. I isn’t just.

I started to feel something strange. Is someone watching from behind? Did someone pass by my side? Am I being played by my very own eyes?

Nonsense. I told myself. It’s just my wild imagination. I was creating things in my mind. I tried to push those thoughts away.

My windows were closed but a cold moist wind brushed my face. As I stepped my foot back to bed, I stepped on something.

It was a notebook. Suddenly, fear overpowered me. I slowly picked it up and flipped the pages.

My name is written on it in bold letters. There was a message for me. My fingers trembled. I could clearly see the message screaming to my face…

“DON’T TURN AROUND.”

Add a comment January 22, 2011

Uhay sa Bunton ng Dayami

Halos liparin ko ang daan pauwi sa amin nang hapong iyon. Di magkamayaw ang kaliwa’t kanan kong mga paa sa pagkandirit kung paano ko mararating sa mas mabilis na paraan ang aming bahay. nasa tarangkahan pa lamang ako’y pumapalahaw na ang aking tinig kaya naman dagli akong sinalubong ng aking ina nang buong pagtataka at pag-aalala. Paano kasi’y pumasa ako sa entrance exam ng isang prestihiyusong unibersidad sa Lungsod ng Baguio. Sa darating na pasukan ay tutuntong na ako sa unang taon ko sa kolehiyo.

Taliwas sa aking inaasahan, bigla ang pagtalikod ni Inay. Mahina ang tinig niya ngunit malinaw kong narinig ang kanyang mga sinabi. Hindi na raw ako makakapag-aral sa Baguio. Sa kabisera na lang daw pagkat di nila ako kayang suportahan ni Itay. “Maestra ang kukunin mo. Kapita-pitagan ang karerang iyon”, ang wika niyang may diin ang tinig. Sa pagitan ng mga hikbi, sinabi ko kay Inay na ibig kong maging isang manunulat, na mas ibig kong humawak ang pluma’t papel o magtipa ng makinilya, na mas ibig kong magkwento ng buhay at pag-ibig, ng mga tula at nobela. Ngunit pinal ang desisyon ni Itay. Sa bawat patak ng luha sa aking mga mata, mabibigat ang mga hakbang na tinungo ko ang aking silid. Iniyakan ko ang kamatayan ng una kong pag-ibig.

Sa takot kong hindi makapag-aral ay nagmaestra ako..Pinilit kong niyapos ang tisa’t pisara. Dati-rati’y ayaw kong makarinig ng anumang ingay ngunit pinag-aralan kong ituring na musika ang hiyawan ng mga bata. Sa pagsingkad ng ilang taon sa pagtuturo, inakala kong patay na ang aking damdamin sa pagsulat ngunit ako’y nagkamali.

Sa isang bungkos pala ng dayami ay isang uhay ng pag-asang naligaw at doon ko nakilala ang taong nagbigay sa akin ng talaghay. Pinadaloy niyang muli sa aking puso ang dugo ng isang manunulat. Binuhay niyang muli ang una kong pag-ibig na akala ko’y malaon nang naibaon sa limot.

Ang taong ito na dumaan sa aking buhay ang siyang naglabas ng ilaw sa aking takalan….ang nagdugtong ng aking pangarap.

Ngayon ako’y isa ng alagad ng pamamahayag, malaya ko nang mapagagalaw muli ang aking imahinasyon at ang mayamn kong panginoorin.

Maraming salamat sa taong nagbigay sa akin ng ganitong pagkakataon. Sa iyo, Whizlynx, ang aking tagumpay…

1 comment January 22, 2011

Night at the Graveyard

Airam  Ebilane

At the end of a long narrow road, a spooky place with few houses around lies our home. This concrete house of ours stands just a step away from a private cemetery facing a wide rice field. This setting has been with since we transferred here last May.

One stormy night of October, while I was on the verge of finishing The Breakthrough, we decided to spend the night at the printing press, leaving me with no choice but to go home by dawn. There was a black out all over our barangay then.

On my way home, creepy thoughts play on my mind. My steps became heavier as I closely approach the “memorial”. It was so dark then and drizzling that brought more fright to me. The houses had no lights to see except from dim and gloomy radiance of lighted candles.

The night’s deafening silence was broken by a dog’s howl- loud and long. This horrible sound gave me goose bumps and made me stride a little faster as I approach our gate. Even the gate seemed frightening as it creaked when I pushed it to close. As I turn around to get inside the house, I heard something or somebody said “pssssssssssssst!” Upon hearing this, I quickly run close to the door when I almost bumped with a lady in a very long with gown! This made me feel crazier as I scream to the top of my lungs, “Open the door!!!!!!!!!!!!!” then the lights opened, as I saw the white blanket hanging in the clothesline in front of me.

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