Ancient Greek Painting

Tunnels deconstructs the individual’s Romantic fascination with ‘love’ or the grammaticality of beauty. Ideally, the ‘tunnels’ in the collection are subterranean love poems from the suburban imaginary. These seemingly syntactic tunnels travel through one’s literary imagination or heterotopic dreamscapes, and while αγάπη (Greek for ‘love’) inspires these rhizomic tunnels to navigate the abysmal ‘meta-spectacle’ of gesture, language or moment of poemness, the mind like the many-colored jeepneys of Manila, where driving past roast goose restaurants in Shek Kip Mei or spotting stilt houses in Kampong Kleang, attempt to explore the transgeneric textualities of the everyday, alongside the unstructurality of time and space, the littoral and the liminal.

On her twenty-first birthday, Jade Azura finds herself suddenly thrown into another world--thanks to a mysterious painting she finds in a museum exhibit. She meets a man named Jin who tells her that her only way home is by enlisting the help of a god named Bai Hu, but first, they must find the god's Seven Stars--people who held a fragment of the god within themselves. The journey to finding Bai Hu's Seven Stars commences, but it isn't an easy one. As feelings grow and passions arise, Jade slowly discovers the true meaning of life and that sometimes, things aren't always as they seem.

Eros is his name which was derived from the Greek god of love that was also known as "The Cupid". However, his name is a total opposite of him. He hates romance and all kinds of stuff which relates to passionate and intimate love. Other than that, he's also an aspiring mystery/thriller writer who is dreaming to be a famous and successful author someday. But his path to achieve his dream became mysterious, much thrilling and unexpectedly romantic when the cupid which turn out as a ghost named Shawna suddenly appeared in his room and force him to write a romance story for her.

Broken vows don’t necessarily mean a broken marriage… Electa Leventis meant every word of the vows she shared with her husband Adrastos at the altar. Pity he didn’t return her sincerity… Expecting happy-ever-after, instead, Electa found herself going through a mortifyingly public separation! Now, divorce papers in hand, Electa has finally built up the courage to put an end to her time as the mighty Greek billionaire’s wife once and for all. But she’s forgotten the magnetic pull that devilish Adrastos possesses. And that broken vows don’t necessarily mean a broken marriage…

Inka was known to be a successful woman. She worked hard for it because she believes that one day, those who had belittled her and left her behind would regret the things that they did to her. Read wasn't the type of guy that changes women every night. He is a man with dignity and morals yet behind his Greek God physique and unreadable eyes is a life that revolves around blood, guns, and brotherhood. What will happen if Read had set his eyes on the most successful woman of all time? Would he take the risk and love her till death do they part? Or would he just forget about it because of his dark life?

I was a sketch artist acting for the police. On a secret mission, I was discovered by a murderer. My eyes were gouged out, and my body was dismembered, unceremoniously dumped in a garbage bin. On the brink of death, I called my boyfriend, a criminal investigator. However, he hung up on me because he was busy accompanying his first love to a prenatal checkup. A few days later, he received a painting that was a vital clue to finding the murderer, but he thought I was playing tricks on him. In his anger, he tore that portrait to shreds. After he found out the truth, he spent the whole night searching through the garbage to piece it back together.

Connor Lopez has experienced slight déjà vu for the first time in his life with someone who's stranger to her--Savannah Greene. Since that one strange night, Connor has been experiencing déjà vu often times than the usual, and it's making him feel like there's something wrong with his mental health. Through Savannah, he learned about the possibility of past lives and parallel universe. On the other hand, Savannah is a student of Multimedia Arts, to which, she keeps on experiencing dreams from someone else's life, and unconsciously painting the face of someone she never really know in the first place.

Once there was a king and a queen with three lovely daughters. The youngest, Psyche, was so beautiful, so fair of face and form that she was revered throughout the land, and the people of her kingdom reached out to touch her as she passed. No suitors dared to cross her doorstep. So highly was she worshiped that Psyche was deeply lonely. Her beauty became legend, far and wide, and it was not long before words reached the ears of Venus. Tales of the young princess enraged the jealous goddess, and she made plans to dispose of her. Venus called upon her own daughter, Cupid to do her bidding. It was meant to be a quick mission except Cupid did not expect to find herself entranced by the same passion she inflicted on others. |Note: This is a lesbian retelling of the Roman Mythology, not Greek|

> “Stay still, Little Thorn… I want to taste you slowly.” His voice was velvet and ruin. His mouth, a weapon. And I—fool that I was—leaned closer. Before death wore a suit and called itself a lover, I used to believe in beauty. Before the blood. Before the runes. Before I painted the image that killed my parents—I believed my art could save me. Now I know better. I was just weeks from graduating when the painting came to me like a fever. I didn’t choose it. I didn’t plan it. My hands moved, possessed, dragging symbols I’d never seen and a face I’d never forgotten—his. Eyes red as wine. A crown pierced with thorns. And a girl in the center… me. Offering herself. I signed it with a mark I didn’t recognize. I sold it to a stranger. And days later, my parents were dead—no wounds, no reason, just... gone. The police said stress. I say fate. Now I’m being hunted by a world I didn’t know existed. Vampires with ancient courts and older grudges. Symbols that whisper in my blood. And Lucien D’Aragon—the vampire who says I summoned him with my brushstroke. That I belong to him. He says I’m his prophecy. His ruin. His Little Thorn. But I’m not just prey. Something is waking in me. Something hungry. Something I was never meant to survive. If I give in, I lose everything. If I fight, I might finally learn the truth. About my art. About my bloodline. About what really happened that night. And why he keeps whispering that I was painted for ruin... but made for him.

He approaches, stalking me, I take several cautionary steps back, in shock. "What are you? "I whisper, my throat threatening to close in panic. "I said I would answer your questions but I don’t think you’re ready to know what I would answer to that one." Yolie Bruzain was hit by a car three years ago. She has always suspected supernatural forces were involved in her miraculous recovery. When an enigmatic Greek billionaire kidnaps and forcibly keeps her in his Villa, she realizes her suspicions are totally justified. Cause nothing is what it seems... Not even she, is who she thinks.