As my consciousness was pulled into the abyss of phantom dreams, fragments of memories that I wish to remain buried began unfolding before my closed eyes.
That chilly evening, the crescent moon leisurely hung up in the sky. Looking down at the vast sea of shimmering lights from innumerable buildings, like a satisfied monarch overseeing his thriving land.
After two months of staying in a completely foreign soil my only companion, Patricia, and I, have decided to stay out. Darkness has long descended upon the once bustling street, yet some establishments still welcomes their respective guests, promising a night filled with excitement.
'We should have done this before! I feel like we have missed out a lot for these past years!'
Patricia's lively yet slurred voice elicited a giggle from the back of my throat. The dazzling light coming from behind us, signif
It was early morning. The sun hangs up in the sky while the occasional chirpings of little birds rode against the wind as it rustles leaves after leaves in mischief. The table was filled with steaming hot dishes and table wares neatly arranged for the people to simply use them as they like. The man with his glasses perched atop his proud nose, peered into the woman with flush cheeks resembling a ripe tomato. The tip of her ears is suspiciously red, with her lower lips held captive in between her perfect set of teeth. What is wrong with her? Retracting his eyes from her, his eyes inadvertently trace the object of the woman’s attention. His jaw clenched, as his gaze lead him towards the direction of a man who has an irritatingly gentle smile playing on his lips. He frowned. "Helga, please do lead the prayer before we start our meal," Beltran muttered unaware of the man's
“What do we need to talk about?” I couldn’t help but take a step back. Unconsciously giving him enough space to enter, as his sight briefly rake over my figure. Clearing my throat in a gamble to shirk the tense atmosphere away, I withdraw my gaze from him as I suddenly recall that I am only wearing a robe with nothing underneath except for my undies. I uncomfortably wave my hand and gesture towards the couch situated near the floor-to-ceiling window. Fortunately, Martin lifted his legs without saying anything while still carrying his serious and unflinching face. “I don’t have coffee to offer you, but do make do with the wine on the table if you’d like,” shifting my weight unto my other foot, I incoherently mumbled, as my guts are getting antsy, I proceeded, “And if you don’t mind I’ll just finish my bath in a minute, so I’ll be going.” Just as th
‘Why do you have a grave when you're here, alive and kicking?’ ‘Martin perished, but I don't.’ ‘What do you mean by that- ‘ ‘Hush, I'm not in the mood to answer questions but l am in the condition to bang you.’ He perished? Martin’s words keep ringing beside my ears causing ripples of confusion to form inside my brain. How can that even be possible? He clearly played a trick against me. Chasing the unwanted thoughts away, my attention was shifted into the fast-moving scenes through the glass window. The car's speed gradually slowed as the traffic increases. It was an early morning so it was expected to use the road at the same time as those employees who are on the way to their respective works. Pedestrians are similarly congested as their feet shuffled towards their building, al
The scene before Nadia's eyes was gradually filled with fog. The wall, become transparent while the tiled floor under her feet became dirt as the ceiling atop her head vanished into a dilapidated roof. Her mind travels back to the days she considers both a nightmare and a rebirth. Nadia grew up without knowing who her father was. Her mother single handedly raised her into a teenage girl. Their life revolved with only the two of them, it was a simple life that made them contented with. Although gossipmongers often point their judging fingers at them behind their back for being a mother and daughter out of wedlock it does not really bother them. However, everything changes when a man came knocking at their door, claiming to be her father. Salvador Balthazar. The man who offers her a new shelter, wealth and identity in exchange for everything she eve
"So how was it? Have you eaten enough tonight, or must I fill you more?” Hot puff of air tickled down my ear into the base of my neck. My lips hung open as delicious shivers run down my spine prompting numbing pleasure to crawl within my veins. The man's voice that was lace with raw desire drips from the tip of his sinful tongue towards my burning soul in madness. ”Still famish, my little Helga? Let me hear your sweet voice, come on, cry out more." Mists clouded my vision as salty liquid threatens to stream down my lashes. It was as if my vocal cords are sealed, as I could utter not a single word. Despite his taunting, I could only fist a crumpled mess out of the previously smooth mattress. My legs trembled as another ruthless thrust spread my sensitive walls apart with the man's stiff rod. I could feel my rationality gradually slipping away from
"So how was it? Have you eaten enough tonight, or must I fill you more?” Hot puff of air tickled down my ear into the base of my neck. My lips hung open as delicious shivers run down my spine prompting numbing pleasure to crawl within my veins. The man's voice that was lace with raw desire, drips from the tip of his sinful tongue towards my burning soul in madness. ”Still famish, my little Helga? Let me hear your sweet voice, come on, cry out more." Mists clouded my vision as salty liquid threatens to stream down my lashes. It was as if my vocal cords are sealed as I could utter not a single word. Despite his taunting, I could only fist a crumpled mess out of the previously smooth matress. My legs trembled as another ruthless thrust spread my sensitive walls apart with the man's stiff rod. I could feel my rationality gradually slipping away from m
The world was full of possibilities and wonder. Possibilities that most of the times we least anticipated let alone dreamed of and yet it happened. Moreover, more often than not, it aroused our emotions to give birth for a complicated one in just a matter of second. The jovial energy that occupied my world for a moment was immediately filled with sourness. Ah so, this is why he suddenly disappeared. What a complete son of a bitc-! Just as my chaotic thoughts jumbled inside my mind an abrupt ringtone, shove me out of my trance. My fingers subconsciously dug my phone out as my gaze landed on its screen. It was a call from Patricia. My thumb deftly slide across the smooth glass and the call was immediately connected. Almost instinctively, my eyes narrowed back to Martin’s direction. However not even a shadow was there anymore. My brows furro
The cold and frigid atmosphere amidst a vigorous thrashing inside my chest left me at a loss. My mind went blank as my grip on the knob unconsciously tightened. For a moment, I had a suffocating urge to slam the door close. The man’s sudden appearance and abrupt query did not help either. His sharp gaze even resembles that of an impatient predator, instilling tremor deep beyond my soul, leaving me cold and ill at ease. Although Martin’s stoic face remains the same, the aura he gave off made me feel oppressed. As the distance before us was convenient, enough for me to witness an apparent danger lurking at the depth of the man’s darkened emerald orbs, my heart trembled. “A…child?” my lips uttered in a daze, speaking to no one in particular. Martin’s lips pursed into a grim line. His visage speak so much of an undisguised yet scrupulous scrutiny, demanding an answer to satisfy his hunger for a r