Poems and Stories

Unbalanced – A Short Story

He’s seen her.

From the beginning of his concert from the stage until now. Even with the bright lights shining down on him, the loud sounds of the arena all around, he still sees her.

She’s not exactly up front but she’s quite close that he can still make out what she looks like. Her long, brown hair flowing around her shoulders, her dark yet smoldering, bright eyes, and those full pink lips, smirking.

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Prompted Drabbles

I’ve been having a massive writer’s block lately and I haven’t really gotten back my drive to write yet. I know, I know. It’s been MONTHS, goodness. Though there are times when I really REALLY want to write, I feel its urge. My muse is still there but for some reason, I’m having a hard time getting the drive and inspiration to get my pen and paper (or laptop and word document) and just… well, write.

So I took to Twitter and asked some mutuals for writing prompts that would help me get out of my funk, so to speak. I wrote some drabbles in response to that. See/read these drabbles below.

Well then. I hope these delivered. And hopefully as well, that this is the start of me writing once more. Continue reading “Prompted Drabbles”

Poems and Stories

A Carved Dream (A Short Story)

Title: A Carved Dream

For AMACon 5

Genre: Semi-Thriller

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“NO! STOP!”

I suddenly bolt up screaming, drenched in cold sweat and panting like I just ran a marathon. I look around, bewildered, trying to get a sense of where I am when I realize that I’m in my bedroom and I was just having a damn nightmare. Even though I knew it was but a dream – for a moment, I couldn’t distinguish where I was and what was reality. I look at my hands and breathe a sigh of relief when I didn’t see any blood just as my brain registers that my sheets are all tangled between my legs and my hair is sticking out all over the place.

“Just a dream. Just a nightmare. Nothing more,” I mumble out as I pass my shaking hands across my face. I’m a trembling mess.

Grabbing my chest and breathing deeply, I close my eyes as I try to tell my heart to calm the fuck down. Easier said than done, I know, but I need to do it if I don’t want to look like a fucking zombie when I go to work later. I know it’s probably very early in the morning since it’s still dark out and I probably have a few more hours for sleep.

Though based on the thundering beats of my heart – I’m not sure if it’s possible for me to go back to sleep. What with the adrenaline that is still pulsing through my whole body. Plus I’m not even sure if I really do want to go back to sleep.

Not if I would be seeing—

“It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream, Nicky,” I tell myself. “It’s not happening and it’s never going to happen, alright?” Continue reading “A Carved Dream (A Short Story)”

Poems and Stories

Souled (A Short Story)

Title: Souled

Written for AMACon 5 at Twitter

Genre: Drama

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He enters the restaurant with his office mates and bosses after their company’s board meeting ended early. It’s bound to be a light night out, that perhaps will end in a few drinks a little later after dinner. He’s in a pretty good mood, what with it being almost weekend and all.

Walking inside the restaurant they had reservations in, he’s laughing at one of the jokes that his director is telling him when he suddenly stops in his tracks. He doesn’t understand it but his heart suddenly starts to pound.

What’s going on? He wonders and places a hand against his heart, frowning as he looks down. This is unusual. He thinks as he feels his heart threatening to jump out of his chest. He feels anxious and he doesn’t know the reason why. I need to calm down.

Then he feels a tingle go down his spine as goosebumps erupt along his arms. He suddenly looks up, eyes wide and still full of wonder, his gaze zeroing in on… something—no, rather… a someone.

And his breathing hitches.

Oh god… He thinks as he tries to stifle the gasp that’s about to come out of his lips, his heart clenching so painfully hard that he starts to breathe shallowly. Continue reading “Souled (A Short Story)”

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Vita Et Morte – Finally Published

So… 👀 I finally did it 🙈 I finally was able to publish one of my short stories/novellas onto Amazon KDP.

I didn’t know I would be able to do this, but I did. And I’m grateful for those who believed that I could. 😌 You know who you all are. 💛

Please give it a try! Search for “Vita Et Morte” over at Amazon. It’s only $0.99 or free via Kindle Unlimited. 😁

I would also appreciate it if you would also leave a review over at Amazon. It would help boost my book.

Currently working on getting that paperback for this story done, too! Will update you all once I have it printed and ready for release. Thank you all!! 😘💛🤗

P.S. if you want to get a free copy in exchange for an honest review that you must post on your blog or socmed accounts, kindly comment below or email me at ruth.ilasco@icloud.com

Poems and Stories

Sleep (A Short Drabble)

This here is just a short drabble that I wrote one night when I couldn’t sleep. This may or may not be inspired by true events. *wink, wink*

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She woke up, feeling a little bit disoriented as she looked around her, quite miffed that she was up when she knew she just went to bed. She then breathed a small sigh of relief when she realized she was in their bedroom. She didn’t remember walking towards their bed but she did remember plopping down on it when she got there. She felt for him beside her, frowning when she felt the cold sheets instead.

Where could he be? She thought.

It was 2:30 in the morning and she was kind of annoyed to be up only after an hour of sleep. It seemed like even sleep was eluding her for the past few weeks.

Couldn’t really complain. What with the new changes and all.

She got up and stretched, her back muscles popping, making her groan in satisfaction.

Oooohhh… That felt good.

She then started to walk…

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You, Me And Coffee

Another one of my shorts that I published over at the Sweet Books website. 🙂

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6:00AM. Monday.

“Good morning! What can I get for you today?” the barista at the usual coffee shop he goes to, asked.

She’s new. He sleepily thought as he yawned and scratched his ear, taking note of how lovely her smile was despite the dreary snowy, cold weather outside.

“You’re new,” he voiced out his thoughts before chuckling embarrassedly. “Sorry – I must not be fully awake yet.”

“That’s all right! Yes, I’m new – just started today actually. My name is Mia. What can I get for you today?” she replied, her chipper voice making him slightly smile unawares.

“I’ll have my usual cafe latte please, skimmed milk, less foam. Make it extra hot.”

Mia nodded before asking, “Would that be a tall or a venti?”

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A Subway Short

I’ve been publishing some of my short stories over at sweetbookswg.com. Do check me out over there. I’m part of a group of talented women who writes to empower and entertain. Watch out for our first anthology!

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He was running late, cursing under his breath as he raced towards the stairs going down the train subway. Why today of all days his car decided to die on him, he couldn’t fathom. Today – when he had that meeting he asked his secretary to schedule in an hour that would bring in millions to his company.

“Shit,” he muttered just as he reached the kiosks to buy his train ticket, patting his pockets and realizing his wallet was nowhere to be found on his person. He groaned before closing his eyes and banging his head lightly on the metal ticket dispenser in front of him. “Of all the motherfucking–”

“Looking for this?”

He stopped and opened his eyes before quickly turning around. He almost gave himself a whiplash as he looked towards the soft, melodious voice that uttered those words, his gaze narrowing as he finally saw who…

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Poems and Stories

Of Ice Creams and Staying In

“Can we stay in tonight?” he asked as he plopped down on the couch beside her, almost making her drop her bowl of ice cream. He groaned in satisfaction as his back hit the soft, suede of the couch, closing his eyes as he breathed deeply.

It was Friday and it was also date night. Usually, after work – they would go straight to wherever it was they agreed to meet up for dinner perhaps a movie after, then maybe a night cap in a bar somewhere. Tonight though, she went home instead – since she was out early and knew that he needed to overtime a bit in his office.

She was in her shorts and one of his shirts that she loves to wear, more comfortable in his clothes instead of her own as she thought of having a little treat before their supposed date, prompting her to get some ice cream from their fridge. When he came in the door, she almost dropped the ice cream in her hand – as he jostled her unintentionally.

She looked at him, frowning and deadpanned, “You almost made me drop my ice cream.”

He turned his head towards her and grinned, “I’m sorry, love. But can we?”

“Can we what?” she asked as she put a spoonful of the cold ice cream in her mouth, moaning at the first bite of cold seeping through her tongue.

He stared at her, his eyes slowly darkening as she closed her eyes and savored the avocado flavor of the ice cream she held in her hand, suddenly imagining the things they could do with it. Her moaning got him all hot and bothered.

“Can we what?” she repeated her question just as she swallowed the ice cream and had to stifle a gasp when she turned to him and noticed him staring at her heatedly.

“I said, can we stay in tonight?” he murmured as one of his fingers slowly worked its way up on her exposed thigh. He marveled at her soft, olive toned skin, smirking when he heard her soft gasp.

“Uhm, w-why?” she stammered as she tried to get her composure. What was it with this man that always made her lose control? Was it the way he always would stare at her intensely? Or maybe his disarming smile and deep dimple? Perhaps a combination of both – which he was doing right at that moment.

Yep. It was both.

“I want to do something else aside from our usual date night,” he continued, his voice low as he scooted closer to her, his whole hand now caressing her thigh. He then leaned towards her and started to nuzzle her neck, groaning lowly in his throat as she tilted her head to the side to give him more access.

“Which is?” she was whispering now, the bowl of ice cream threatening to fall from her shaking fingers as she moaned when she felt his tongue dart out to lick the heated skin along her clavicle.

“Rock your world,” he whispered back before sucking on her pulse point, his hand now under his loose shirt on her, slowly traversing the soft expanse of her tummy towards her bra-less breasts.

“And how do y-you… oh, god… propose we do that?”

He grinned against her skin, feeling triumphant that his seduction worked as he took the bowl of ice cream from her hands and set it on top of the coffee table. He grinned wider just as he thought of something as the coldness of the ice cream bowl left his hand.

He then went back to her and in one swift motion, had her lying on the couch on her back as he hovered over her. She squealed and giggled as she looked up at him, her eyes shining in mirth. Her laughs, however, slowly turned to moans and breathy gasps just as he leaned down and started to earnestly kiss her, his mouth moving on top of hers as he explored the inside of her mouth with his tongue.

“You. Me. This ice cream,” he softly said, in answer to her earlier question. “I think I want to have dessert prior to dinner. And I think I want to have it in bed. As you ride me and rock my world completely.”

She didn’t answer anymore, her arms going around him as she pulled him closer to her.

And both were lost.

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Of Satin Ribbons and Sunrises

For Pia.


The satin ribbon gracefully danced with the wind while it held her final breath.

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“Love, can you push me outside?” she called softly for her husband of 50 years, as she twirled a white satin ribbon in her dainty, fragile hands – the same ribbon that she wore on her hair during their wedding. She wanted to see the rising of the sun, feeling that this might be the last time that she would be able to do so.

“Wait for a minute, my love,” she heard him answer her back from somewhere around the house. She waited for but a few heartbeats before she finally felt her wheelchair move.

“Won’t you be cold here outside?” her husband lovingly asked, even as he draped a thick comforter around her frail shoulders once they were outside on their patio. “I don’t understand why you want to get out of the house this early. It’s not even 5 o’clock yet. Plus it’s a bit cold here in the beach house and yet you still want to –”

“I’m all right, love,” she answered, cutting him off, looking up at him, smiling, trying to reach for his hand which he gladly gave. “I just want to see the sunrise, that’s all. Even for the last time…”

“Don’t say that,” he whispered, squeezing her hand lightly. He knelt beside her before planting a kiss on her temple. “You would still experience a ton of sunrises and sunsets. This won’t be your last. Wasn’t it only –”

“My love,” she interrupted once more, her other hand that was holding the ribbon – reaching up to touch his face. She smiled at him, amidst the pain in her frail body. She smiled at him, even through his worry for her. She smiled at him, like nothing was amiss. “I’ve accepted it already. You should too. Doctors said anytime now, remember? They couldn’t do anything for me anymore. As long as I’m comfortable. That’s the only thing that matters now. At least even in my death – I’m here. With you.”

“Love…”

“I love you.”

He closed his eyes, as a lone tear escaped which she lovingly wiped away. She leaned down and gave him a kiss which he softly returned. She smiled against his lips as she felt the soft rays of the rising sun on her face.

She gently pulled away as she watched the sun starting to rise on the horizon, painting the sky with its orange and yellow hues, the light blue backdrop beginning to shine through. She watched as the moon and the twinkling stars bid her goodbye to welcome the new day that the sun was bringing.

“It’s so beautiful,” she whispered with a smile, her eyes not leaving the beauty of a new day even though her breathing was becoming slightly labored.

“Love, are you still ok? I should take you back in. It’s getting chilly for you out here even with the sun rising. It’s not good for you. We could always go again in a — Love? Love?! LOVE!”

Her head suddenly slumped backwards, her hand in his slacking. Her hand that was holding the ribbon, falling on the side of the wheelchair – letting go of the ribbon. The wind picked it up, making it sway and dance as it took it in its embrace.

She took her final breath, watching the sun rise, watching a new day unfold, with the love of her life, with the memory of the happiest time in her life, with a smile on her face.

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A/N: May pinagdadaanan lang.