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The whole world has been warned in many ways and many times long before even the current civilization. Many kinds are encrypted in religious aspects. There are those who believe that the Son of God will come down from the heaven and will bring down the rain of fire and brimstone. And some may say about the splitting of the moon and the sun will start rising from the west. All adherents to this phenomenon weren't expecting the things that are going to happen, their oblivion about the world's ending, is about to occur. Year 2025, Manila time 11:40 PM. A pregnant woman in her apartment with ...
Legs
It is a lie that therapists 'have couches in their offices. At least, it’s been a lie so far, in my limited experience.Focus.Elena Gar is the type of person you would absolutely like to help in a grocery store, if she’d dropped a carton of juice or accidentally knocked something off a shelf, or couldn’t reach something. I’m not sure that’s a particularly good trait for a therapist, but here we are.I watch her eyebrows, pulled up between her eyes.Focus.My legs still itch — a consistent, slight-but-increasing irritation.“Gray?” Elena’s voice is very soft and warm and always sounds like she’s s...
Between The Bars
I learned to crawl alongside a dead baby. The poor thing got its ankle leash caught on the base of the drinking fountain. Squealed for days, then became a stain right here in the middle of the hall, stinking and sinking into the cement while I scooted around collecting up all the new stuff for my parents. I’d clutch on, they’d reel me back. I was a fishing hook. I could collect these things for my parents only because Dead Baby hadn’t lived long enough to collect them for hers. She was sent through the bars before me. Too soon. Too young. She could crawl and clasp, but she couldn’t yet underst...
Time
Walking around the pond I see a father and son fishing; no words being spoken while so much is being said. Leaning against the trunk of a large shade tree, a teenage girl intently watches a daffodil as she sketches the exact details in order to take the beauty of the flower home without removing it. My friend Mother Earth would be proud. Up ahead on the path, a mother picking blackberries from a bush not far from her home in order to pair with the vanilla custard her family will enjoy once finished with the delicious dinner she worked hard to prepare. A sweet treat that will allow the convers...