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.
Continue reading “Unbalanced – A Short Story”
I woke up today dreaming of Japan. Again. 😅
Literally. Like I vividly saw Shibuya Crossing, Mt. Fuji, Tokyo Skytree, Akihabara – to name just a few – in my dream. And I was simply walking through it. Or floating. Or flying. I don’t really remember that part much. You know how dreams sometimes are. 😅😂
And the funny thing here is – I’ve never been to Japan yet. Ever.
Oh sure, I’ve stopped there during some trips abroad on a layover. Stayed in the airport for an hour or so. But never went out and explored.
And another funny thing about that? I had bawled, every single time my plane would land or take off from Narita Airport. Yep. Bawled.
Weird huh? Continue reading “Nippon 🇯🇵🇯🇵🇯🇵”
Written for AMACon 5 at Twitter
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)”