Lotus of Broken Seed

The Legend of the Downtrodden Bastard was known for all who were oppressed and exploited by others. It was unknown when and where it all started. Still, one particular witness said that during the time of famine and desolateness, when everyone forsook life and death for just a piece of grain, He came.  He came with no grandiose, with no majestic garb and retinue of golden armies and palanquins of goddesses. All they saw was Him, reflecting unbearable light and darkness and enveloping His existence. Like a ray of sunshine giving off warmth after a long period of winter. Like a sweet relief after a long period of suffering and pain. It was comfortable, satisfying. Floating alone on the horizon like an untouchable being He is. He is the mixture of two colors, and the two colors were Him.   When He descended, there was nothing but silence. The people were lost in the void of happiness. They felt the hardship lifting and the pain drift

"Ah! Ah!" "Woof! Woof!" "Ah! Ah! The zombies came out," for a whole few minutes, the greatly shaken family and their dog have been shouting and barfing their throats sore were interrupted by a rapid husky voice. "Hon, children, it is me, your dad. Hurry! No time to explain. Pack up your bags. We will move out." With the sticky substance called mud still on the hands of Luke, he grabbed his pale-looking wife with beating heart and shivering hands and dragged her swiftly to their bedroom while reminding their children for the second time to hurry along and stop dilly-dallying. Theresa, the children, and the dog gave out confused looks and furrowed brows. 'What exactly is happening?' Martin thought as he tilted his head. He led his sibling up to their bedrooms to pack as such a question confounded him. With his maturity in handling pieces of stuff in the house and the intelligence he inherited from his parents, Martin knew something was w

Martin is new to these things. Perhaps, these are not something an ordinary person could ever experience in their entire life.                                In just one snap, their family life is in a distraught situation. The eldest son is puzzled. 'Why can't we just run?'  Like him, Luke knows that his son is intelligent, and he seems to guess what his son is thinking, "Even if we run now, they can still catch up. I have already called Beth to help us. We only need to wait for help patiently. She told me she has connections with the army. Besides, I will talk to them and buy us more time. We only need to wait and hide. This will be a perfect and safe plan," that is what Luke said, but deep in his mind, Luke knows that he is treading on a thin thread between life and death. With a smile and a caring look, he calms his tense family. He kisses every one of them on the

I was one of the few who was able to see Him shine before He became the God in everyone’s heart. At that time, I am no one but a son of a humble farmer tending to our farm. One day, a big typhoon came and almost took my life, as it did to my great nation. It was a scary and devastating part watching your life passes by your eyes. It was an unforgettable memory etched in my being that even when I became so powerful, it was still there and so vivid as if it had just happened yesterday. During those moments of brushing with death, I had plenty of thoughts and aspirations left in me to achieve. Farming was never meant for me. I wanted to see the world instead. Meet countless people, roam every crook and cranny of this world, and be the sailor of my own fate. After all of those years, I never knew I had all those dreams in me. As my body was lifted and paralyzed by the strong gust of winds, tears of regret seeped out of my soul. It was the regret of not being able to

Chapter 9: Multitude of lights 'No. Someone, please make it all stop. Please.' Martin looked at her mother and his siblings. There appears to be no one powerful enough to aid him. 'Where are the police? There are so many gunshots, yet not even their shadow is present.' "Daddy," Annie abruptly ran to his motionless father, and her mother could not reach her in time. "Bang!" another soul departed from the house. Just like that, two living beings succumbed. Martin became so dumbstruck that he thought that all that had been happening were just mere illusions. His father, now dead, as well as his sister. He felt so frail as his knees started to fail him. Then, he felt hands holding his back as well as an embrace of warmth. A bead of liquid dropped on his forehead and followed by another bead, and so on. It was his mother crying silently, for she knew that Bing already forsook their life. "My children, close your eyes. Soon, it will be ove