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Close, But Not Close Enough (Rewritten)

Suit and tie in place, cologne not too overwhelming, my reflection in the mirror gave me the little tinge of courage that I needed. Making sure every inch of my outfit was ironed properly, no creases were allowed in this... Continue Reading →

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You Are A Mustard Seed of Miracles

Share some love to this ardent, pundit photographer and his brilliant post idea by visiting and follow his Instagram:  key_to_kye Full length photo below: It is conspicuous that there are too many bad things- vices- and way too little good... Continue Reading →

Final Letter to Her

Dear Lerr: If you are reading this, probably never, it would be after your flight to Korea, or after your studies in Korea, I do not know. But, I just want to wish you a safe flight and a wonderful... Continue Reading →

Is It Worth It?

"You still love her right?" five of us were sitting round the table, there was a duo singing at the stage while we were waiting for our food. It is undeniable that I still have feelings for her, "Yes." I... Continue Reading →

Lust Devoured (X-Rated)

The contours of her breasts were divulging through the cleavage that was intended in the scorching afternoon after school. She caught my eyes several times after knowing that she was a new kid on the block, and had a rich... Continue Reading →

Meeting Her

The aperture greeted me with her serene demeanor, unexpected, unprecedented, she was right in front of my eyes. I was dumbfounded for a second, did not know how to react, I greeted to her, and to them. We were the... Continue Reading →

Close, But Not Close Enough

Suit and tie in place, cologne not too overwhelming, a little tinge of courage was what I needed. I made sure every inch of my outfit was ironed properly, no creases were allowed in this attempt in meeting the one... Continue Reading →

Maths Anxiety

Arghhh.... Screw it! I flung my pen unto the table, crashing myself onto the bed where I sink myself into the soft cuddle of inferiority, churning in me as exasperation slowly chewed me off bit by bit, until I started scrolling... Continue Reading →

One More Moment.

thump. thump. It was my heartbeat, swaying back and forth with the rattan rocking chair, I was knitting the scarf that was half-done, I had not had the time, soul, and heart to pour out my feelings into this embroidery which... Continue Reading →

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