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amoureuseeee · 3 years

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On the Horizon with Writing

written by t.e. bucad

Four months ago, I uncovered a little notebook that I concealed from anyone when I was in 10th grade. It brought back a lot of forgotten memories.

Writing was a requirement. Back in 4th grade we were always tasked to do role plays and being the perfectionist student I was, the role of a scriptwriter was always next to my name. I made several little plays when I was in elementary and have always seen it as an academic requirement, nothing more. I never really appreciated the idea of writing and I reached the point where I grew tired of it.

Until one day, someone appreciated me.

One of my favorite works was about raising awareness regarding animal abuse. It used the simplest vocabulary and has the most common theme. However, I was surprised that our sternest teacher in elementary commended the little play I wrote which became the reason why I loved it. This marked the start of my affection towards writing.

“Ishie, I signed you up to represent our school in the feature writing category next week. You can’t back out, I’m going to give you an additional grade.”

Writing was my sword in wars. I was forcedly introduced to the other side of writing: essays and journalism. I was a naïve 6th grade student who decided to read the whole dictionary as a way to prepare myself for the competition.

The topic was indeed for elementary students: your best friend. As the moderator signaled the participants to begin, they all started writing. For twenty minutes, my eyes roamed around the room and watched the parents who came to support their children on their competition. Some looked tired and other parents were committed to keeping an eye on their kids while they write.

I ended up staring at the blackboard as an image of a girl with long dark hair, creaseless eyes, and little teeth that creates the cutest smile appeared. Suddenly, a surge of excitement went through me and my tiny hands started writing. I had forty minutes left to finish and in the midst of writing, a feeling of valor dominated me; with the quick hand movements of the clock, I felt no fear.

“Broadcasting live from D-Z-E-F radio station, linking news to the Kapampangan’s youth. Good morning! I’m your host, Tanisha Bucad, reporting!”

I joined several competitions and met the most amazing writers since 7th grade. Every academic year was a war for someone like me. The competitiveness in me was awakened and my desire to win was vigorous. The only weapon I have always brought with me was my confidence with my skills in composing essays. I set foot in the world of Journalism and became a member of our school’s radio broadcasting group. I greeted the neglected newspaper stands in the morning because reading about the daily news became my habit. After doing so, I isolated myself and started to visualize the scenario I read and wrote a news article on my own understanding. A year after being a writer in our group, I was promoted as a field reporter and a writer at the same time.

Writing was home. My safe spot.

After a whole day at school, I sought for my little notebook, ran to my room, made sure the door was locked, sat by my window and narrated the day to my journal. The wave of thoughts smoothly flowed through my fingers as my ecstatic mind simultaneously spoke. I was in 10th grade. This activity made me feel serene. The assurance that something listened to everything I said regardless of how lifeless it was, made me feel loved.

My home helped me build relationships with others. From writing news articles and journals, I also wrote emails to a family we valued. Every week, I compiled the highlights of my days and created little stories to share with them. The euphoria of writing made me consistent no matter how occupied or nerve-racking the week was.

“You could be a journalist like your Aunt Michele someday.”

A pail of cold water was splashed on my face. I was in 12th grade. Five months were left before I made a decision that changed my life forever. Several years of growth with writing plays, stories, news articles, research, and essays lit my path to becoming a journalist. I was anxious.

Writing was a pirate. It invaded my ship by the seashore and has brought me to the open sea. It has been years and I have not seen a horizon. My journey has been piloted which brought me to uncertainty. No trace of horizon was to be seen for I was clueless if the direction writing took me to will lead me to good things.

“Ms. Tanisha Ephrimae Bucad, what will I put as your future career?” I paused for a while.

“A journalist.” It’s worth the risk.

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amoureuseeee · 3 years

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Fleeting Clouds

written by a.g. david

I'm a very imaginative person. I live inside my own bubble of thoughts, hoping along the way that my own “world” would pop up in front in front of me. I think this behavior of mine manifested when I was around 7 or 10 years old, specifically, when I was bullied. I remember the time when I got home, crying and complaining about a bunch of girls cutting my hair, the first scene that greeted me are my sister and brother watching the anime, “Fushigi Yuugi”, on a tiny Panasonic television, using our old DVD player. Pretty typical for a siblings bonding, right?

But for me, as a bullied girl, seeing the heroine, Miaka, being all brave and dauntless, a simple glimmer sparked within me. “I hope I can enter that world”, I thought with envy apparent on my face.

I started watching anime and eventually became addicted, finishing 20 episodes or a whole season a day. I was 14 when the famous reading and writing application, Wattpad, emerged and that’s when I got hooked up to reading. Not romance, not fantasy, neither tragedy but anime fan fictions. Reading makes me happy as much as watching anime does. Being immersed on numerous chapters, imagining the movements, emotions, and thoughts of the characters is a suitable hobby for an imaginative person like me.

But I became too greedy. Reading and watching other people’s “world” made me yearn for more, it made me yearn for “my” own world.

So I started writing. I confidently thought that time, “Why not? It’s not that hard, right?” Using the Notes application, I jokingly began to type the names of my characters, then a plot, then a chapter. I determinedly poured everything out. And for me, that was the first time in my entire life when a thought such as, “Maybe I have a talent for this?” hit me. I was delighted; I wanted to show the world what I’m capable of and I have this incredible desire to brag my "world”.

My friend, Kristine, is my only witness. She’s the only person that I can open up to and freely narrate the stories I have in mind. I always have a feeling that the moment I open up to my other friends, they will mock or belittle my works, saying, “This is so unlike you”. In short, I was scared to be criticized by my loved ones, so I kept it a secret.

I didn’t stop and I believed that I will never stop for I take pride on what I do.

However, I was a naïve child.

I love reading. I love watching. And I certainly love to be swallowed by my own wishful imaginations. But one day, it felt like someone slapped me in the face and then harshly shouted, “Wake up!” Quite dramatic but that’s what I exactly felt.

I admire other people’s works. I can’t help but wonder how other writers produce such masterpiece that can tug even the heartstrings of the readers. But reading such excellent works every single day made my confidence in writing vanish.

At the age of 17, I saw writing and becoming a writer, just like the clouds in the sky, a fleeting dream.

"I don't have what it takes ", I came into realization. All of those enthusiastic days of writing, the excitement that I felt to express my character’s feelings into words, and the pride that I have on my works, disappeared into thin air.

It was was an ugly realization, but unfortunately, I accepted it. I don’t know why, how, or when, I just came to.

I still love reading, watching, and imagining my “world” popping up in front of me. These hobbies will never go away until I die. But writing? I just felt that it isn’t for me. It started on a whim, then accumulated into a desire, recognized it as a talent, but failed miserably.

I know that it doesn’t take talent to become a successful writer. Then what does it take? A bright mind. But unfortunately, I have a mind that is like a candle, a single blow then the fire will easily fade into the darkness, devouring the tiny glimmer it has.

Writing is an art, a craft. And as former writer who decided to stay being a reader, I know that much.

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amoureuseeee · 3 years

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The Whispers of Rage

written by j.r. rosello

A One-Act Play

Julienne Rodge D. Rosello

CHARACTERS

Rage – The 57-year-old possessive and doubtful husband of Relani

Relani – Rage's wise wife, a 46-year-old businesswoman.

Ares – Rage's successful brother, the 63-year-old CEO of the rival company of Rage

Beaumont – Rage's 52-year-old cupbearer

Andreau – Relani and Rage's 24-year-old son

Mercielle – Relani and Rage’s 17-year-old daughter

Aurora – Relani's 44-year-old caring friend

Raoul – Aurora's 54-year-old obedient husband

Saint – Ares' 20-year-old son

TIME

The time is present

PLACE

Makati City, Philippines

Scene 9 Night time. RAGE’s sala. There’s a huge chandelier in the center right above the coffee table, there are two huge sofas, one of them is located behind, slightly at the right side, of the coffee table while the other sofa is located at the left side. The coffee table is full of wrinkled papers and alcoholic drinks. FOOTSTEPS and the DRAGGING OF A HEAVY BOX, that is shaped like a statue, can be heard. BEAUMONT approaches AURORA from the left wing. AURORA, RAOUL, ANDREAU, SAINT, and MERCIELLE are sitting on the sofa that’s located at the left side while ARES and RAGE are sitting on the right sofa. THE DOMINATING COLOR OF THE LIGHTS ARE BLUE AND PINK

AURORA

Now that everything has been settled (AURORA stands and approaches the box that was recently brought by BEAUMONT that’s now located in front of the coffee table) I think it’s about time that you open this simple gift of ours, Rage.

(RAGE looks up to AURORA, looking confused and amused at the same time, since the box is tall enough to touch the

chandelier’s ends)

RAGE

Simple?! You consider this (RAGE quickly approaches the box and quickly inspects it, measuring its height, texture, and its width.) a simple gift?! This is a ginormous box, Aurora!

(ARES, RAOUL, MERCIELLE, SAINT, ANDREAU, and BEAUMONT are still sitting on their side of the sofa, while softly

giggling and gossiping with each other)

AURORA

Oh well, would you like to see it for yourself, then?

(AURORA giggles as she walks towards the front part.

AURORA KNOCKS the box aggressively.)

RELANI pops up as the box opens, SPOT LIGHT focuses on RELANI. RAGE slowly steps back as RELANI proceeds to step out of the box, The LIGHTS change to RED and GREEN.

RAGE

H-how is this possible? You died several years ago, h- how...

(RAGE falls on his knees as he stares at RELANI who’s now standing in front of him. AURORA excitedly hugs RELANI from the back and then she goes back to where she was sitting a

little while ago.)

AURORA

(AURORA faces MERCIELLE, ANDREAU, RAOUL, and SAINT) Let’s go out for a quick second, they need to have their own time after not being able to see each other for a very long time.

(AURORA, RAOUL, ANDREAU, MERCIELLE, and SAINT exit the scene. ARES sees them and decides to follow them on their

way out to the left wing)

“ONCE UPON A DREAM, INSTRUMENTAL VERSION” plays as a background song. THE LIGHTS CHANGE TO PINK AND BLUE.

RELANI

(RELANI bends and now her face is close to RAGE’s) Long time no see, I guess? (RELANI softly giggles as she heads to the sofa that’s located at the right side. RELANI looks back to RAGE and smiles) Oh, and happy birthday, by the way.

RAGE

(RAGE follows RELANI and sits down beside her) I... honestly don’t know how to start, I know that there are a lot of things that I should be apologizing for, but I just...

RELANI

Hey, sshh. (RELANI puts her index finger against RAGE’s lips) before you speak your mind, please give me a moment and hear me out.

SPOTLIGHT focuses on RELANI. RELANI stands up and faces the crowd.

RELANI

I would no longer ask how you’ve been, since Aurora had been updating me regarding your improvements and character development. And can I just say, that I’m really happy because finally you have realized how horrible of a person you really were back then?

(RAGE cuts her off by hugging her aggressively)

RAGE

I miss you, Relani

RELANI And I miss you too, Rage.

(RELANI removes RAGE’s arms around her)

“ONCE UPON A DREAM, INSTRUMENTAL VERSION” stops playing.

RELANI

However, I think our relationship, that did not end well because of the lack of proper closure, should be put into an end now.

RAGE

W-wait, what?! (RAGE turns to the audience) I thought this was supposed to be a modern fairytale with a happy ending? Who wrote the script?!

The MUSIC slowly changes “I JUST WANT TO BE THE ONE YOU LOVE, SLOWED VERSION”.

RELANI

Oh, please! You really expected me to stay after all the suffering that we’ve been through? You know how forgiving I can be, but you must also know by now that I don’t really like degrading myself by letting others disrespect me. I begged you to save our image and relationship before for the sake of our children, but now that Andreau already has his own family, and Mercielle’s going to get married soon; my heart can finally be put at ease.

(RELANI walks towards the coffee table and picks up the empty bottle of alcohol she turns around to show it to

RAGE)

Aggressive VIOLIN SOUND plays.

RAGE

No, I can explain-

(RELANI cuts him off by laughing)

RELANI

So, you’re still alcoholic? Wow, Aurora left this information out when she was telling me stories about you... I wonder why? (RELANI drops the bottle on the floor.) You see, I’m tired of looking after you and your mess. I guess it’s about time to let you do the cleaning all by yourself, don’t you think so?

(AURORA, MERCIELLE, RAOUL, ARES, AND SAINT ENTERS FROM THE

LEFT WING)

The LIGHTS turn to RED and BLUE. “HOW DEEP IS YOUR LOVE, SLOWED DOWN VERSION” plays.

RELANI

(RELANI looks at AURORA and giggles)

Hey there, Aury! Since we’re all here now, I believe that this is now the right time to ask this question... since it had been bugging my mind for a few months now; so Aury, is Rage really that good in bed? Does he know how to satisfy all the things that your husband had failed to do? Hmm?

AURORA

(AURORA quickly approaches RELANI and kneels) Please, please forgive me! It was a mistake; it was never our intention to hurt any of you, that’s why we kept it as a secret! We were both drunk and... I, I swear I... w-wait, how did you even find out? (AURORA is now weeping while kneeling after RELANI)

(RELANI looks at RAGE who now looks pale and laughs)

RELANI

Well, well. I can see how your eyes glimmer whenever you’re talking about my now ex-husband, Aury. You must’ve underestimated me because you wouldn’t be so surprised now if you had only deemed me as the wise woman that I am. I would also like to thank Ares for sending me the tape that you guys had filmed while you were... (RELANI scoffs) drunk.

RAGE

Relani, please.

RELANI

Please what, Rage? Oh, right! (RELANI turns to RAGE and tries to get as close as possible to him) You had the audacity to accuse me of having an affair with your brother, when you’re literally out here... savoring my best friend at least once a week. It’s quite ironic for me, though.

(RELANI leaves the now astonished RAGE and approaches RAOUL

who’s now fuming mad)

RELANI

Leave Aurora, break up with her now, and I swear I’d have your new home prepared as soon as possible. You don’t deserve to be treated that way. You should always know your worth, Raoul. Just contact me once you’ve finally made up your mind.

(RELANI slowly walks towards the right wing, she stops

midway)

RELANI

I had to build my own wings, I had to maintain them every day, because that’s the only way for me to survive. (RELANI looks at RAGE) you knew that better than anyone. (RELANI looks at MERCIELLE who’s now crying on SAINT’s arms) Merci, my love, you know how to find me if you’d ever need my help, right? And you, my dearest Andy (RELANI looks at ANDREAU who’s now silently crying on the corner of the sofa) I would love to meet my granddaughters soon, I’ll see you and your wife to set a family bonding soon, alright?

(RELANI scans the whole sala and smiles reassuringly before turning to RAGE who’s now comforting AURORA. RELANI scoffs)

The LIGHTS slowly turn to BLUE.

RELANI

And oh, by the way; you got Aurora pregnant, Rage. (RELANI smiles bitterly) let that news be my birthday gift, and a supposedly anniversary gift, to you. Now be a man and make sure to clean up your own mess now, alright?

(RELANI proceeds to exit towards the right wing)

BLACKOUT.

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amoureuseeee · 3 years

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Loyalty on War

written by i.s. solano

A One-Act Play

Irwin Shane Solano

CHARACTERS:

Captain Manuel Davis – Squad leader of Rebirth (squad) Lieutenant Hailee Hopkins – Fire Leader of Rebirth Captain Kyle Mason – Squad leader of Medieval (squad) Sergeant Paul Hemmings – Assistant Fire Leader of Rebirth

Sergeant Daniel Ross - Rifleman of Rebirth Agent Renz Pierson – CIA agent with Rebirth

TIME:

The time is year 2017 during the Marawi Siege.

PLACE:

Marawi City, Lanao del Sur, Philippines

Scene 3 Dawn time. A destroyed church. HAILEE is on the bell tower. An ISIS walking towards the church. Car on FIRE outside the church. PAUL, RENZ, and DANIEL are sleeping in under the stairs of the bell tower.

HAILEE (Radioing MANUEL)

Rebirth 0-1, confirming to neutralize a confirmed ISIS. Position is thirty-meters, 2 o’clock. MANUEL

(Looking at enemy position and radio back) Oh yeah, looks like clear. Shoot to kill, mate.

HAILEE (SHOOTS) MANUEL

Neat shot, Rebirth 1-1! Good kill, good kill!

HAILEE Hey, el! Good to be home, isn’t it? MANUEL (Sighs)

Yup! But not like this one. Noise of the children still better than the boom of the AKs. Those are the good memories.

(Chuckles) (Shouts)

Wake up, Boys! We’re moving at 10. Siesta is over. Pull it together.

DANIEL

(CLICKS his gun and stands up)

Let’s go kick some ass.

PAUL

Or the one to be kick...Ass! And don’t play dumb.

MANUEL, HAILEE, PAUL, DANIEL, RENZ (Laughing at the same time)

HAILEE

(Speaks in a quiet manner)

Is Medieval Team already there? MANUEL

Hemmings, check again. Pierson and Ross flank around the church to secure area. Remember, Medieval team will support us while our team push through, then CIA will gather intelligence. The mission is to be the first team to enter the Maute’s wolf den.

PAUL

Oohhh...ohhh...oh, getting signal. (Fixing the radio) Cap, (Approaches)its Mason! Medieval 0-1 you’re in line with Rebirth 0-1.

(PAUL passes the radio to MANUEL)

KYLE

(Talking to the radio with excitement)

Mate! How are ya? Didn’t expect that I will join you here. The last time I am with you is in Fort Benning. By the way, were about half-a-click away. You better have some cigarettes there; it’s been hell with these bastards.

MANUEL

(Heavy Breaths) Yeah right! Do me a favor? Don’t die down there. If you’re gonna die, I’m the one going to shoot you in the face. God speed, pal! HAILEE

(Taps the shoulder of MANUEL)

You must be great together! You’re like stones cut in half.

MANUEL

You should’ve seen us during training. He’s like my brother since I joined the army.

HAILEE

(Hits MANUEL and envious) Am I not your best friend since we we’re kids?

MANUEL

Yeah, yeah (Scoffs), cut the chatter. Hemmings what you got in there.

(THUMPING sounds) PAUL

(Looking through his binoculars.)

Cap! You should see this. (MANUEL looking at his gun scope) May God be with us. What should we do, sir?

MANUEL

Okay, team! On your positions. Hailee, support Ross and Pierson. Hemmings with me. (Gun SNAPS) Let’s free my land, mate!

(PAUL running with MANUEL.)

Multiple groups of MAUTE and ISIS approaching Rebirth. Starting to SHOOT on the position of Rebirth. KYLE MASON’s team moves fast. MEDIEVAL team is providing a counter attack with MOLOTOVS. KYLE

(Talking over the radio)

Rebirth, there is a huge number of enemies moving on your north. Moving fast and we’re five mikes out. Requesting your team to retreat.

MANUEL

(Talking over the radio)

(Whispering) Negative, Medieval! Rebirth can handle the situation. Be here as soon as possible and try to flank around.

KYLE

(Talking over the radio) Are your su-su-sure? Roger. I insist my request!

MANUEL (Shouting) Open fire! Don’t let them pin you down.

(Talking over the radio)

Medieval 0-1, just hurry up!

(GUNS SHOOTING) Exchange of GUN FIRE between teams. After three minutes, the ENEMY outnumbers Rebirth and SHOOTING ROSS, PAUL, and PIERSON, respectively. KYLE’S TEAM arrives at the area. KYLE (While shooting)

I told you! You should’ve retreat. It’s not the time to be stubborn.

(Talking over the radio)

Command, (EXPLOSION and KYLE ducks) Sergeants Ross, Hemmings and Agent Pierson are down. Requesting immediate evac, over!

COMMAND (On the radio)

Negative, there is a huge enemy movement we can’t risk another chopper over there. (Rebirth and Medieval keep fighting. HAILEE is shot.)

HAILEE (Weak voice)

El! (MANUEL run towards HAILEE) I took a shot.

Manuel Kyle cover me! Ready 3...2...1!

(KYLE keeps on SHOOTING)

KYLE Manuel! Time to go! Mission is no go! (Grabbing MANUEL)

MANUEL (Pushes KYLE)

No, you go! (GRENADE EXPLOSION) This is my fight! You don’t give a crap. Go you coward! KYLE (Piss)

The he- Medieval ready to move. Rebirth will take it from here. El, I am not concerned with you, I am concerned with my men. It’s better than you rather than them. I promised going home in one piece. God be with you! (KYLE’s team exiting the scene and multiple EXPLOSIONS)

HAILEE

(Dying and slow breath sounds)

You must go! Leave me! You should’ve listened to Kyle.

MANUEL

W-www-w-what? N-no-no! I won’t leave you here. I made a promise to your family that you will come home in one piece.

HAILEE

(Slowly closing the eyes and gives a last breath.)

MANUEL (Stands up)

NO! No! Don’t do this! I’ll stay here with you! (Shouting and spontaneously picks his gun.)

(MANUEL suffers from multiple SHOTS, and sudden death; fall

beside the body of HAILEE) (The ENEMY loots them.) COMMAND

(On the radio of MANUEL)

Rebirth 0-1, do you read? Back up is on the way! Hold on. Captain Davis? No response, Sir!

(Helicopter WHIRRING)

BLACKOUT.

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Your soul needs time for solitude and self-reflection. In order to love, lead, heal, and create, you must nourish yourself first.

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An Hour Ahead

written by j.r. olalia

Ladies and Gents, do boredom seem to kill you already? Let us help you by becoming an audience in the latest breakthrough of the most advanced and fascinating research center in the world today. Sign up now, and witness the unraveling of the depths of what lies ahead of us all!

_____________________________________________

Posters advertising the experiment of Lab-Alpha are widespread across the quiet streets of the town where Cass, short for Cassandra, lives. The year is 2092, and people have seen pretty much of what technology could do. In this period, smartphones do not have a physical body but are inserted through microchips in your brain, usually done in infants right after they are born.

Long-distance communication happens by sending an impulse from one brain to another. This particular method challenges those who are easily distracted and lacks focus. The skies are now home to highways for vehicles known as flight cars. Nothing appears surprising to anybody anymore. At least not to Cass. Our girl is a typical teenager who happens to be very curious about the idea of time travel. She thinks that this particular field of study was left rotting by the relentlessly advancing cultures of the world. Perhaps it is due to the fear of people from the consequences of obstructing the natural flow of time. The early TV shows, movies, and even the historical comic books that made us fantasize about going back and forth in time also taught us of the dangers that time travel poses.

Just as when Cass was about to leave her favorite rusty chair in the Green&Blues Ecopark, she received a sneaky embrace from behind. “Not thinking again about time travel, are we?” It was Pietro, Cass’s childhood friend.

“Pietro! I didn’t know you were coming home today.”

“Well, my friend,” Pietro paused and sat beside Cass, “you think you can enjoy the show alone?” She looked at him with absolute confusion. “What show?” Pietro smirked excitedly as he revealed a poorly folded piece of paper decorated with a bright yellow ribbon. It was an invitation.

Dear Mr. Pietro and Ms. Cassandra,

We, at Lab-Alpha, highly appreciate your interest in our research. The registration forms you sent us last XX-XX-2092 are now approved by our team. On XX-XX-2092, a flight car will escort you directly from your homes to our main facilities. We are very much excited to have you as our audience.

Best regards, Lauvais Dr. Lauvais Head of Operations at Lab-Alpha

It took quite a moment and a bit of pinching on her elbow before Cass came back to her senses. “Pietro... you... are... THE BEST!” And the two gleefully rushed into the house of Cassandra to have a snack and prepare for their trip.

At the exact date and time indicated in the letter, a flight car appeared and startled the lying cyber-cats in the backyard of Cass’s house. Upon the landing of their service, the two went frantic over the things they might forget to bring. When everything seemed in place, they stiffly walked towards Henry, their escort to Lab-Alpha, in an attempt to contain their excitement. A flight car takes at least two minutes to start. When the engine of their transport began to cough, the mother of Cass went running outside as if being chased by an untamed meta-lion. “You forgot your lunch boxes!”

“Don’t worry, ma’am. We serve great food at Lab-Alphaaaaaaaa”

Henry’s voice echoed in the skies as they vanished into thin air. Soon enough, Cass and Pietro were awakened by the flashing lights of cameras. Theentrance of Lab-Alpha was flooded with photographers and spectators alike. “Woah! This looks nothing like a laboratory.” Said Pietro in full astonishment.

Cass, meanwhile, remained silent upon witnessing the magnificent research center up close. “Sir Pietro and miss Cassandra, may I present you to Dr. Lauvais, the very mind of Lab-Alpha.” Dr. Lauvais jokingly took his introduction from Henry.

“Oh, please, Henry. I need not present myself with such grandiosity. “Pietro, Cassandra, I am more than pleased to meet you than it appears to be. But my confidence in satisfying your exceptional interest in the possibilities of time travel is steadfast. Come.”

Pietro had to pull Cass, for, until this point, she was still completely frozen and mute. The deafening crowd outside was completely inaudible within the research center. While they were approaching a highly-secured room, the workers of Lab-Alpha, distinguishable by their all-white uniforms, stared at the two visitors as if they were about to become lab rats of a mad science experiment. When the doors opened, disinfection smoke was released. “This decontaminates the subje--- Uhm, I mean the guests, before nearing the device.” The enthusiasm of Pietro and Cass kept them from picking up the signals of what was about to commence.

“Now, now, Daisy. We do not want our guests to feel uncomfortable.” Dr. Lauvais quickly scolded Daisy, the one who almost slipped away their plans. “Very well, all looking functional,you two, sit over there. We reserved you the best seats in the house.” Said Dr. Lauvais, then gave off an awkward smile. “Hang on.” Cass finally declared. “I thought we are just here to see the experiment.” “That is correct.” The prompt response of Dr. Lauvais was cut by a series of questions from Cass and Pietro. “Then why is there a need for you to put us inside a dome of glass, at the center of this room?” Cass inquired, sparking the tension in the room. “And why are we the only audience? Is this not open to public viewing? We saw your posters.” Remarked Pietro.

...

There was silence until Dr. Lauvais intervened. “Fine. You got us. From the very start, you are meant to be the subjects of this experiment. But please, do not leave now! We are about to show the world the possibilities of time travel!” Pietro looked at Cass with much anxiousness and regret. The look he gave Cass spoke the words he could not manage to say. After all, it was he who put them both in this situation. Cass, on the other hand, remained calm and unbothered.

"I don't mind." Everyone in the room was shocked by what Cass just said. "I am sorry, what?" Asked a confused Dr. Lauvais. "Yeah, what?" Asked a more confused Pietro. "Well, this is my dream. I wanted to be in this. And besides, what could go wrong, anyway?" Cass's positivity and excitement, despite knowing that they had just been tricked, made Pietro feel uneasy. "Are you sure about this?" Pietro asked Cass while Doctor Lauvais and the rest of the personnel of Lab-Alpha prepared the device. "Actually, I was hoping for this. Just think of it this way, we are about to experience time travel for ourselves. Isn't that fun?" Said Cass, while she also tries to calm her nerves.

"Uhm, Dr. Lauvais?" Dr. Lauvais did not hear Pietro. "Dr. Pietro, may I ask something?" Asked Pietro, a little louder this time. "What is it, my child?" "I was just wondering why there were no other participants in this experiment. Isn't this the biggest breakthrough ever made on the planet?"

"All set, doc!" Daisy shouted from an elevated platform in the room, interrupting Dr. Lauvais, and Pietro's conversation. "Well, there is no room for doubt now, Cass and Pietro. All the best of luck."

"Where exactly should we expect ourselves to arrive?" Asked Cass, who appeared to be intensely excited. "Since this is just a prototype, you will most likely be an hour ahead of us, I'm afraid." Replied Dr. Lauvais. Cass expressed a great deal of disappointment on her face while Pietro shyly cracked into a smile. Just an hour? That is so uncool. But safe. He thought.

"Good luck, kids! Oh, and upon your arrival, this pod will lose all of its power. So be sure to recharge it by connecting this cord to any S-type socket. Have fun, and stay alert!" After saying this, Dr. Lauvais joined Daisy on the platform for the countdown. "Launching in five, four, three, two, and..." Pietro held hands with Cass so tight that her last words before leaving were 'ouch, Pietro!' "one!"

...

When Cass opened her eyes, she was alone. "Pietro? Pietro?" She removed the strap from her chair and continued looking for a person. "Pietro? It's not funny if you arrived earlier and thought of leaving me out here alone!" She kept on screaming but still got no answer. "Dr. Lauvais? Daisy? Hello? This is not a joke!" Eventually, she decided to leave the room. Upon opening the door, Lab-Alpha was in chaos. Shattered pieces of glass were on the floor, and the workers were bruised and lying with their now pinkish uniform because of blood. Cass was terrified by the sight in front of her. She ran outside and what confronted her was worse. Flight cars crashed against each other, collapsed buildings and other infrastructures, the streets were on fire, and there were no people to be seen. She tried to focus and somehow managed to send a distress call from her head, but no one was online. She just went an hour ahead of her time. How could all this happen in an hour? Cass went walking outside and saw the News Tower's screen still functioning, although half the screen was already crushed.

WXRNXNG!! AN XSTXROID IS FXST APPXOACHXNG. GEX TX YOXR HXMES TX

STXY SXFE.

It does not take a genius to decipher the message. Upon reading it, Cass went back to Lab-Alpha to warn the people of her time that, in an hour, the world faces its doom. When she arrived, she immediately turned on the pod. It did not open. It needed recharging. Now, Cass's present reality relies on her return, and she only has an hour.

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Pauve du Train

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“Mommy, when I grow up I want to be just like you.” a small voice said.

“Why me?” the woman asked.

“Well, because you’re strong and pretty and you can do anything! So what’s your secret?”

“Ali, in order for you to become strong and pretty and capable of doing wonderful things is to find your truest self first.”

“But how?”

“You’ll find out soon enough when you’ve become a grown woman.”

“I can’t wait to become a woman!” Alina giggled.

“hmm..hmm..hmm….hm..”

I really am bored. The only thing that’s keeping me sane is my mother’s song. The song I’m humming right now. She used to sing it to me every night before I went to sleep when I was a kid and this song is literally saving me right now in this train full of Frenchmen who are such snobs.

Those were the good old days… I thought to myself.

I am Alina Perez but my friends call me Ali. I am currently travelling by train from Gare de l'Est in Paris, France to who knows where. This is just one of my crazy trips where I really have no destination. No, really, I have no idea where I am going. I never plan my trips. I just randomly pick out plane or train tickets when travelling anytime and anywhere.

Suddenly I was pushed forward from my seat because…Oh! The train stopped, there must be new passengers.

“Mademoiselle, est-ce que ce siège est pris?” (Miss, is this seat taken?) a moreno man asked.

“Je ne parle pas français, I only speak English.” (I don’t speak French)

“Oh, then I guess I won’t have a hard time seated next to you.” he smiled.

“Go ahead, that seat is not taken.”

I smiled, contented that I may have someone to talk to.

Woo! It’s been a long long ride and all I got from the people here were rude stares so it’s nice to have someone who’s willing to speak to me in English. They knew that I could not speak French and as a tourist I should know how to speak French but as I said, I don’t plan my trips. Oops! Guilty as always.

Did I mention that he has a nice smile? What? He really has a nice smile and it looks genuine but he does look tired. He doesn’t look French to me, hm, maybe Asian? He has nice skin too…It’s a nice shade of light brown. Guess I have to find out! HA!

…..

It’s been ten minutes since he sat next me…So how can I get him to notice me?

I looked at him for a minute or two until he finally noticed that I was staring at him. More like gawking.

I gave him a little smile then I said “You don’t look French.”

“Well, because I’m part Asian” he lifted his hand for a handshake and said “By the way, I’m Matias Hadid, Mat for short.”

While I reached for his hand he smiled AGAIN. Ugh, I’m starting to love his smile.

“Perez…Alina Perez…so what brings you here?” I asked him like we were friends. What? I befriend anyone I meet pfft!

“I’m on a trip to anywhere.” Hmm..are we the same? Is he a traveler too?

“And where exactly is ‘anywhere’?”

“I don’t know.” he said with a sad tone. Now this is awkward. I don’t want to intrude his private life but I’m kinda curious.

The scene became awkward so I decided to shut my mouth.

A few minutes have passed .I’m starting to get bored again. Or I’m just starting to remember a sad memory.

“Come with me

To a place and we’ll see

Where we’ll feel safe and sound

We’ll never be unhappy..”

I tried to sing as quietly as I could but my seatmate suddenly looked at me and paid me attention so I continued singing but I didn’t make it obvious that I knew that he was listening. I’ll just pretend that I’m a shy one ;)

“Come with me

Let’s climb up a hill

Let’s see the sunrise and sit sti..”

“What’s that song?” HE TOOK MY BAIT!

I looked at him and smiled then I said “It’s my mom’s..She always sang it to me before I went to bed when I was still a little girl.”

“She writes well.” he said then suddenly he added “and your voice is nice. I wish I could write like that again. Work’s been stressful. Writing used to be my escape pod but now I really don’t know.” he talked in a serious tone like he was in a deep thought.

Wait a minute…Did he just open up to me???

“I know the feeling. I used to be a singer but ever since something happened I really don’t know how to come back up and return to my past.”

“I think we have more things in common than I thought.” he stated with that charming smile of his.

“I think so too….Is it weird to say that I want to be friends with you all of a sudden?”

“Well, I think that’s weird but I’ll make an exception for you.” He’s nice too!

“Well then ‘new friend’ do you wanna sing with me? I brought my ukulele.”

“I’d be happy to but let me tell you that I’m just a writer not a singer.” He’s funny too. J

We sang and sang and sang until we had our voices hoarse. I felt happy. I felt like what I felt before.

It feels like home…

We got tired eventually but it was fun. I realized that moments like these were gold to me. It’s been awhile since I sang with that much enthusiasm. It was my passion. Singing. It’s been so long since mom…

Alina, forget about it already!!!!

I did not want to remember. No. It hurt too much.

“Are you alright?” Mat asked.

“I’m fine.” I answered in a hurry.

I didn’t realize that I got lost with my thoughts again.

“You know, its better to grieve than to not feel anything at all.”

“How did you know?”

“I just know cause’ I’ve been there.” He gave me that comforting smile while he said that to me.

He continued, “When I lost someone I loved, I didn’t know what to do. I became a person I’m really not. I gave my full attention to work and after that I really don’t know what comfort and fun feels like until now. Until I met someone like you.”

I didn’t know what to say anymore. I was speechless. He’s more than what he looks like…He’s miserable like me…

I wanted to change the subject so I said “It’s never too late to have fun.”

“It’s never too late to mourn.”

I was taken aback. He is what I call a “sly man.”

“We really are the same.”

“But we’re opposites.. but still… the same.” Did he just copy what I said?

“Then I think that its nice that I’m not the only one.” I said while smiling.

“So where are you going? I forgot to ask.”

“Same as you. I don’t know where to go. I just picked out a train ticket randomly.”

The train suddenly stopped. I think we’re at the next stop already.

“Do you wanna join forces? I can’t let go of you yet.”

THAT SMILE AGAIN!!!

Well, the train was still on halt so I carried all of my belongings and stood up.

“I’d be glad to.” I said while smirking.

Then he followed me while carrying his belongings right after I said that.

It’s been years since my husband and I met. I think our love story was very unexpected. I was all over the place literally and figuratively, confused on who I was as a person. If it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t have had the time to grieve for my mother’s death. If we didn’t become friends on that train ride I probably would still be travelling to places alone just to forget about the heartache that has been with me for a long time.

By the way, let me tell you the summary of what happened to us.

After getting off that train, he followed me until who knows where. As I said, I had no destination. I just walked by myself while he was behind me until my stomach made a loud sound. Then I heard his laugh.

“Come on, let’s get you some food.”

We got to know each other through dinner that night. We travelled around France for a few days but eventually he needed to go back to work. We thought that that was the last time that we’ll see each other so we kept each other’s cellphone number to catch up from time to time .

Of course we still had contact with each other. He always mentioned from time to time that he’s starting to hang out with his friends again. Work didn’t revolve around his whole life anymore. He learned how appreciate the things around him and he started to learn what the word ‘fun’ means right after meeting me.

I, on the other hand, still travelled around a few countries in a span of one year. I met a few people who I became friends with. I went to every tourist destination the country I went to had to offer. It stayed that way until I was reminded of what he said to me on that train ride. Now, I’m a 100% percent ready to let go of the hidden burden in my heart. I said to myself while I was enjoying the exquisite sights Bali had to show me that had me thinking deep.

.....

I was staying in the Philippines for a few days in my hometown where my mother and I lived. I went back to visit her grave just to say that I’ve moved on and I was happy for her because she could rest and leave the pain that she was feeling while she was on dialysis.

“Hi mom, I’m back. I’ve grown up to be the woman you wanted me to be. I finally found my truest self and I think I’ve done everything that I wanted to do since I was a kid. I hope you’re doing fine now that you’re with him up there. This is not my final goodbye mom, I’ll come back from time to time but goodbye for now.”

Finally, I feel at ease. I just need to go home now.

But I just realized…Where is home?

I felt like I needed to go back to France and so I did. I immediately booked a flight and went back to the train station where I met Matias. Again, I was reminded of the time I was with him. Suddenly, my mind and heart told me to go to the address he gave me through text a few months back.

*knock.. knock.. knock*

The door of his apartment opened and then I saw him. The man of my dreams. My home.

And that was just the beginning of our love story.

-THE END-

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