On Those Days Poem Novels & Stories

They were all souvenirs he picked up during his competitions abroad. They had once wanted my entire life to revolve around them. But now, all of it felt like a burden. I asked the maid to take everything out and throw them away. As I cleared the last poetry book from the shelf, Mario stood at the door and stared at the empty space blankly. He looked like a wounded little boy. "Why did you throw away the poetry books I gave you? Didn't you say you would treasure them for life?" he asked. Bruno came to take a look after him.

And my consciousness began to fade away. I clutched my belly, whispering over and over, "Baby... hang on... Daddy will come save us..." And still, the agony only intensified, as if some merciless hand were rending my insides apart. I tried to reach Xavier through our bond, but my strength was too depleted. The message barely made it out. Cold sweat drenched me. I curled up on the floor, clutching my belly, whispering broken pleas for a miracle. Then warmth spread between my legs.

April 17th, 2012, was supposed to be THE day—my day. The day I had been dreaming about for as long as I could remember. I imagined that everything would finally align perfectly and that I would feel a sense of joy and fulfillment. But now, as I gaze at the moon, reflecting on how the day unfolded, I can’t help but feel like it had turned into the worst day ever.

Ada voiced in her mind, her brows knitting together in anger. "Chill." Ope chuckled, his green braces showing itself. Ada had to admit, the sound he made was pretty hot. "I'm thirsty na!" Ada spat at him, crossing her arms in annoyance. "So I've heard." He hummed, his hands which had her bottle in it, dangling at the edge of the bleachers. His words seemed to have a double meaning to it. "Shut up jor." She mumbled, getting fed up with him. So, she acted out her thoughts and reached for his balls. "Ahan!" Ope scoffed at her, his free hand quickly gripping hers. Which was so close to it.

Evan was in the middle of his paperwork when the rain started to pour. He stood from his seat and went to his window and gazed as the water dropped to the ground. The sound of it somehow relaxes his nerves. It's soothing, but at the same time reminds him of the past. Bea. There's no single day he never thinks of her. When she left him, it was like everything he had also fallen. It feels like he has lost everything. Each day, he would wake up late, and try to be productive as he could be before, but he can no longer be the same Evan as he could be before he met Bea.

I looked at him with an indifferent expression, then said, "She didn't do anything wrong. She was good, obedient, and sweet. Just recently, on Mother's Day, she made me a drawing and hugged me, wishing me a happy Mother's Day." As I spoke these words calmly, the crowd grew angrier, calling me cold-hearted and heartless. "Then why did you kill her?" A voice shouted from the crowd, echoing through the mob. Suddenly, bottles of water and food wrappers were thrown at me. People yelled at me, calling me a monster and a demon. Some raised their fists, ready to strike me down as if they were the righteous avengers. Yvonne and Cody seemed pleased with the scene, and they cried even harder.

For me, they are just another day. Always, Joel

I listened to the water as it flowed, the sound and movement sending strong sensations throughout my entire body. I listened to the cool wind as it brushed past my ears and blew at my hair, and then I listened to my heartbeat, trying my best to stay calm. And at last, I listened to them. “Behold, Your Grace, nights are dark, but days will be darker! Rivers and grass will dry, and rain will be no more! The night is dark, but days will be darker! Open your eyes; open your eyes to the truth!” They sang. I couldn’t figure out which one of them was speaking, and I couldn’t fathom the meaning behind their words.

Flaming Petals It was that day you crawled to the bedside to whisper a lullaby It despised my pride, but loved by my heart. Till then, nights and days scatter and flea like a moth who was free It grew and grew till the sun got tired to shine so vibrantly. Cloudy days were even better to admire when you try to distinguish what has clouded and stormed in your presence with me. Rainy days caught the attention that contributed to mayhem. However, it burnt like a pot in an oven, heating us with a tidal wave of joy. As confusing as it is, the tidal wave is in the pot.

Can this day get any better? There stood my....