Blank Slate Novels & Stories

Para lang itong malawak na football field, wala akong nakikitang estruktura. Napakapit ako sa kinauupuan ko ng biglang bumilis ang pagpapatakbo ng sasakyan ni Blythe. Wala naman humahabol sa amin para gawin n’ya ito. “M-Ms. Blythe,” pagtawag ko sa kanya pero diretso lang ang tingin n’ya. Namangha ako nang biglang may bumukas na lagusan sa gitna ng open field—isang underground base pala!

paalaala ni Mang Lito. “Salamat po ulit, I’ll be back quick,” she told him. As she stepped inside, she was greeted by a spacious lobby adorned with modern furnishings and polished marble floors. The air hummed with the soft murmur of conversations and the distant hum of office machinery. Elevators whisked occupants to their respective floors, their doors opening and closing with a soft chime. Each floor housed rows of cubicles and offices, divided by glass partitions that allowed natural light to filter through. The atmosphere was one of focused productivity, with employees buzzing around, and engaged in their tasks. It brought Chloe back to a time when her father had proudly toured her arou