Why Aspiring Writers Aspire

Writing, per se, is scary. Writing to be read is horrifying. Imagine that risk you put yourself in when you expose your choice of words, your thoughts, and a precious piece of yourself to - who knows how many - people. You throw a sentence or two onto their table and give them the permission... Continue Reading →

What Does Victory Mean?

What does victory really mean? I don't know if you find that question typical. I mean, looking at your written and unwritten list of dreams, isn't this easy to answer? But one afternoon while I was watching the sky from our car, I felt like God asked me what victory means specifically to me. Since... Continue Reading →

Why Do You Need Scars?

My sister was chomping on mushroom balls for breakfast on the day of my surgery. My mouth that was dry minutes ago began to be filled with saliva. "Is it good?" I asked. "Yes," she chuckled, "Stop torturing yourself. You know you're not allowed to eat yet." "Right, 8 hours of fasting. Can't wait to... Continue Reading →

That Elegant Thing: A short story

This story is about a little girl who drops by a music store every day, after school. She, at first, would feel shy to be there, since she knew she wasn't there to buy anything. She was there to look, merely look, for her money wasn't ample. The shop owner, however, accepted her amicably, perhaps,... Continue Reading →

Airplane’s Window

I could feel pressure in my ears. Looking out, the airplane's wing stretched splinting every cloud into two. I could hear and feel the jet engine's whirring from my seat. It was nice to be literally above everything. Lately I was feeling so low, so unworthy to be for anything and have anything. I was... Continue Reading →

Lord, Help Me to Not Forget You

Lord, help me to not forget You. I want to remember You in everything that I do, like I used to. Somehow, I feel that I've lost focus on You and made myself busy searching for my place, figuring things out, and just...living. I have ran, walked, and looked around and got a headache doing... Continue Reading →

Forgotten Present

I am sorry, Present. You're a gift I've been taking for granted. I keep thinking about Past and Future, When all I ever have for sure...is you. So at this moment, allow me to remember Who you are.   You are sacred For you are the space in time where God and I meet, Where... Continue Reading →

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