The floors creaked as the tall heels of her shoes collided with the wooden floors as she walked. She was a strong woman; tall in stature, about forty or fifty years of age, dominating features, a strong nose, luscious lips, slim yet curvy body and eyes that glare at the soul of those who behold them. She […]Read more "The Red Matriarch"
“Are you satisfied with your care?” – Baymax (Big Hero 6) I looked up at the horizon, expecting someone to show up as I hold my Nintendo on my hands playing a game about monster hunting. The smell of freshly opened can of coffee filled the area around me, the air vents of the convenient […]Read more "Satisfied"
I am floating, drifting in the sea of the void as the waves gently touched my skin. I can feel its curiosity; as if it’s tasting my soul little by little as the little surges of waves swayed my body back and forth as I drift away from an island called sanity. I looked at […]Read more "The Drifter"
You were never a Princess. I met you under the most mundane of circumstances: a brick hut that shades the lazy students from the harsh sunlight. I still remember how frustrated and stressed I was during that time, with a coffee in my hand and a meat bun straight from 7-11. I sat down on […]Read more "The Wrong Choice."
It was 3 a.m. in the morning, I was staring at the cold face of my monitor while on my side was the edited Chapter IV of my thesis. Yes it was stressful, but I was actually having fun. My thesis is after all, about video games; the one true hobby that I wouldn’t exchange […]Read more "“But our Princess is in another Castle!”"
The sky was painted with an orange color, clouds and birds are giving life to it. I stare at it with amazement as I relax myself from the deadly and mind raping defense I just went through. It was a cold afternoon, or maybe I’m just cold because of how tense I was earlier. With […]Read more "Am I Wrong?"
You are now facing a wall of light, absorbing the contents that are flowing to your brain from the world behind the monitor. You are touching your mouse while wondering “Who the fuck is this guy and why does he pretend he knows so much?”. You might be a student, a housewife, a guy on his […]Read more "The Scribe"