Poems and Stories

You, Me And Coffee

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

S.W.E.E.T. Books

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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Poems and Stories

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!

S.W.E.E.T. Books

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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Quills & Brushes / SWEET Books

I have been quite busy with a lot of things lately that I already forgot to update or at least write something here on my blog. 😅 I’m really sorry about that.

I cannot promise that I would be able to write in here frequently but I will try my best to do so. I’ve been updating my stories and other drabbles and one-shots over at Wattpad, however so you could still find me there. Still the same username: @wuthie16

Prompt me with anything and I will try to write something out of it. Be it a poem or a short, depending on your request. Teehee. 😁

I am very happy to announce though about two projects that I am currently involved in. Both have something to do with writing, of course.

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First – QUILLS and BRUSHES. http://quillsbrushes.maichard.net

Quills and Brushes is a website that is a portal to everything MaiChard. MaiChard being Maine Mendoza and Alden Richards, the phenomenal loveteam as of the moment in Philippine Media.

If you would click on the link above, it will take you to a landing page to subscribe to the website since it is currently still in the works. But basically – the website is everything that a MaiChard fan will love. It will have forums where everyone could talk about different topics regarding MaiChard. It will have a section for fanfiction written by the fandom’s authors. It will also have a section for artworks, similar to deviantart, created by the ADN Fandom artists.

Right now – it is still in beta stage and so far, has been tested by a select group of people from the fandom – readers, spectators, writers and artists alike. They have already provided feedback and our team of developers are currently working on getting everything updated to make sure it will be the best experience for everyone.

Quills and Brushes is set to formally launch on July 16, 2017 – just in time for the second anniversary of the birth of the phenomenal loveteam – AlDub or Alden Richard and Yaya Dub (Maine Mendoza).

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Second – SWEET Bookshttps://sweetbookswg.com

S.W.E.E.T Books is short for She Writes, Entertains and Empowers Thru Books. We are a group of six gorgeous (Yes! Claiming this! 😉) women sharing a common interest in writing and inspiring others. This is done through our writings.

As of the moment – we are currently working on our first anthology to be published. Same as Quills and Brushes – we plan on having this published in July 2017 as well.

Check out our website and see what these beautiful women have to offer in terms of what our writings and stories and poems.

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So there you have it. These are the things that are keeping me occupied for the last several months hence the slowness of my updates and such over here. Hopefully though – after these are done, I would be able to concentrate more on my own stuffs. Hehehe.

Don’t forget to check out these awesome sites! 😍😘

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.

Nowhere To Go

seriously, the guy has a point

gregfallis.com

I got metaphorically spanked a couple of days ago. Folks have been talking about the Fearless Girl statue ever since it was dropped in Manhattan’s Financial District some five weeks ago.I have occasionally added a comment or two to some of the online discussions about the statue.

Recently most of the Fearless Girldiscussions have focused on the complaints by Arturo Di Modica, the sculptor who createdCharging Bull. He wantsFearless Girl removed, and that boy is taking a metric ton of shit for saying that. Here’s what I said that got me spanked:

The guy has a point.

This happened in maybe three different discussions over the last week or so. In each case I explained briefly why I believe Di Modica has a point (and I’ll explain it again in a bit), and for the most part folks either accepted my comments or ignored them. Which…

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Of coffee and empathy

So this morning, while the hubby and I were having coffee – I suddenly asked about empathy and if he emphatizes with people and things around him. Don’t ask where I got the idea from. I sometimes get the most weird questions in my head at inopportune times. Anyway – I digress. 

Going back…

He told me that while he does know what others around him may feel, he doesn’t really emphatize with them much. Doesn’t necessarily mean that he’s manhid when it comes to what others may be feeling around him, he said. Only meant that he doesn’t dwell much on them, saying he’s more sensitive with the people he loves rather than random people he crosses on the street. 

If you think about it, he made a lot of sense. Because why empathize with someone you have no connection with, whatsoever?

Thing is – that isn’t the case with me. 😅

I emphatize. A LOT. 

To the point that I cry for someone I don’t know – like that series I was watching where the main character got friendzoned. Or for something I don’t really understand to begin with but feel so much for, like that poet who spoke about having OCD . 🙃

I don’t know why I feel this way most of the time. There are days that I feel like being emphatic is a curse for me since I feel a lot that I sometimes forget my own feelings. I drown in someone else’s when my own needs to be addressed. 

I think it’s one reason why I don’t like watching dramas or movies that will make me feel or get moved with emotions. I love action flicks, fantasy, horror and psycho thrillers – films that would make me think rather than feel. 

I’ve said it before – sometimes I hate that I feel too much. 😅 And it’s not like I could turn it on and off at will. I wish I could. But I couldn’t. 

Well then – there goes my ramblings for the day. 

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To you, the love of my life 😚

To the one person who stuck by me through my idiosyncrasies and other weird quirks. 

To the person who listened to my ideas even though he knew they were out of this world; who would indulge me even though I would stumble and fall; who would be there to help me get up and would smile and say, “Everything will still be all right.”

To the guy who would laugh with me and get “kilig” as I fangirl over Richard and Nicomaine; who would let me be as I scream and cry and buy all the stuffs related to them. Lol. 😂

To the man I married, the man who I constantly fight and bicker with over the most nonsensical things. 

To the one man who would kiss and hug me when I’m feeling down; who would listen to my woes; who would let me be if I need to be alone.

To the father of my two kids whom he loves so much; whom he would get dirty with and would play nonstop with; whom he would always be there for – for every cry, every achievement, every laughter.

To Carlo – the man I love, the man I will always be with, the man I would gladly grow old with.

Happy birthday, my love. I love you, Hunny. May we spend more birthdays to come and may you be happy for all the rest of our days. God bless you always. 

And I love you. For life. 😘

Santa Monica Beach, California; June 2016