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Ry Fabella 21 hours ago

Hello! Sharing my first story in Wattpad!

TITLE: Whisper to the Stars AUTHOR: https://www.wattpad.com/user/withniji

GENRE: Teen Fiction/Romance STORY LINK: https://my.w.tt/Y3HeLPe9K7

Description: Ingrid Gianna "Gigi", a breadwinner of her family, has kept her feelings hidden for Hayme, her long time high school crush, because she has too much responsibilities in life; believing that she has no time for love. But, no matter how hard she tries to suppressed it for years, fate always finds its way....like it was already written in the stars.

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Senrii M May 13, 2020

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Watty: https://www.wattpad.com/story/223851940-better-together

Title: Better Together

Premise: All of us have probably looked forward to experiencing every "firsts" in our life. Our first time riding a bike. First time getting a pet, be it a cat or a dog. First time going to the cinema. First time attending a camping trip. First time staying overnight at a friend's house. First time attending the prom. First time entering a bar. We're always excited and ready to face anything that we consider a "first" in our life. Syempre lahat ng first masaya e. Thrilling, ibang adrenaline rush and happiness yung bigay pagkatapos.

As a kid, I always thought every first was fun and rewarding. I always thought that—until I experienced a first nobody prepared me for. Yung first na hinding-hindi talaga mapaghahandaan, mapa-bata o matanda man. My first love.

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“OBSCURE TRAGEDY ENCLOSED IN FANTASY”

“Eyes shut, I fell asleep. While I thought I was deeply asleep, I saw myself lying in my bedroom, eyes open Stood up in the middle of the night and I sneak my way out of our house An escapade I was yearning a long ago, I ran as fast as I could as if there’s someone running after me I bumped into a woman, whom I don’t know who she was, She held my hand and look straight in the eye Not knowingly footsteps we left behind, we find my way back home. My eyes met a predatory eye and knew it was him, I never knew why but I felt terrified and run away Then I woke up, slap myself and wake up to reality that it was all a dream.

I tried to sleep again and another sequence of dream manipulated me, I was in bed and couldn’t move an inch My left hand was bitten of what I visualize as a crocodile, I couldn’t take my hand out of its mouth Simultaneously, a hand was erotically grasping the delicate parts of my being, Not missing every inch of it I tried to shout but no voice was heard Only darkness and silence enclose the chamber of pleasure Inhalation and whisper of longing was heard aloud, Sea of desire and lust that burns my skin and make a wildfire in my chest A painful and tickling sensation that felt like hell, Unending phenomenon that stops right after my eyes went open I gasp in the air, panting a nightmare I perceived to be real Wide open eyes stares in nowhere and never wanted to sleep again. “ The only dream I remember and put into words that seeks an explanation.

Lustrous beginning of searching oneself in the sea of temptation and distress, I was drowned on how it overwhelms my belongingness. The longing of love and affection I’ve searched in every soul I encounter has never been right. The sense of passion, devotion, and attachment adorned my well-being across the mountain of melancholy loneliness of my soul. Vivid silence interlocked me to the undesirable world this feeling mistook me. The tranquility I’ve been wanting is over, distress took its place and miserably ruin the serenity I uphold into, slowly I have ruined the foundation of my depth. Conviction in oneself is in despair and couldn’t reach dependence, yearning for affection to other persona not knowingly I have lost myself on the way. I neglected the way I was before and pretend to be someone I was not used to be and be part of the world you are in. I was blinded of your affection and attention towards my existence, my heart blast of exultation that I have finally located stability and connection in another soul.

My love for you is like flash of lightning before it thunders, enormously stunned by your gaze, captured my innocence obscure. I can feel you anywhere, your eyes are like mirror that reflects the soul, your lips that is lusciously voluptuous in shape demonically pressed into mine I would never forget, your embrace I totally missed like breeze that swiftly blew and caressed my skin, the scent of invigorating masculinity lingers to my nose eventually, my body that remembers how you felt towards them. Sea waves of the deep waters was tattooed in my nudity, scars left behind throughout all the battles I conquered heals its own, scenarios that repeats in my head that I won’t let to escape, your comeback is what I seek the most, but you went to the place where you’d rather be. Time pass by in a blink of an eye, acceptance of the fact that you and I is a mistake I would never think twice to decide once again because it was you that I had and lost in the shallow means of my deepest sentiment. I was so afraid that one they you disappear like words written in water and would never be perceived again.

I tried my best to give my all but my profoundly identity vanished in one snap. Every night reflecting to the days that you were mine, asking myself what I have done erroneous, what is this I lack giving you the right to leave me all alone. Journey I’ve been taking so long to find my lost soul in the desert of sorrowful mortals that I cross path. I certainly not know where I would be heading across the path of uncertainty to keep moving forward, step by step growing in vigor to struggle my thoughts and breathe with the world full of possibilities.

This passion I have towards you generates my love towards myself. It became my source of will power to strive more in my time being. I have discovered that you haven’t taken me all along, I have been here for myself a long time ago I just have failed to recognize existence long ago. I have risen to the tomb of fantasies, my soul is finally at peace, still waiting for the day that sprouts grew in the drought and petals would fall over to the outgrowing tree of love I have for myself.

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Aelea stories May 6, 2020

I just want to promote and advertise my sissies' TAGALOG story!! I'm not a writer, but I'm proud that she is ^U^. Go check her story!

Link to her story: https://my.w.tt/1XAtgtdad6

Her account: https://my.w.tt/IvNMPAGad6

Her username: mogumogii

It's entitled "Subukan"

The description is: "Date sa amusent park, tas yakapan pag natakot sa haunted house. Batuhan ng mga corny at cheesy na mga linyahan, pero nakakakilig naman. Kunyare sweet habang nagsusubuan ng cake, kahit nasa 7-eleven lang. Yan ang mga dahilan kung bakit gustong magkaroon ng jowa ni Tyla Ebans. Matatapos na ang high school. Gusto niya namang masubukang magkaroon ng jowa. (At aminin nating medyo inggit na rin siya sa best friend niya at sawa na maging third wheel). Pero sabi nga nila, never judge a book by it's cover. Mukhang nagkamali si Tyla ng lalaking linapitan."

I really hope you'll like it and will check it out :). Maganda yan, kakalabas lang kahapon kaya konti pa lang views haha. Help niyo ko, bday gift na natin sakaniya yung maraming views para ma-motivate siya :). Stay strong lang tayo mga sissy this CoVID! Stay safe!! Mwa ~

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Kathreece Quizon 21 hours ago

Today, I am sharing my mother's story. I wish my mother was a constant in my life, like an angel who guards you to sleep and comes right there when you called. But angels come back home too, in heaven where they always belonged, and my mother went back a little early. My mother died when I was 13 years old. My last memory of my mother: Letting go when you are not yet ready is a very cruel thing that one has to ever experience. It is a sudden wave of total sadness and desperation crashing into your very core.

On the 28th of July 2013, we went to a resort in Bataan for the employees’ getaway. My parents own a 7-11 franchise, and it had always been a tradition to give their store clerks a get-together every year. I remember very well the last breakfast I had with my mother. The Sunday morning sky was clear and sunny, and the sea was calm and tranquil as we ate our breakfast on a cottage under the tall palm trees. She shared with us a strange dream she had the other night. She dreamt about an unknown woman holding an ice pick chasing her down on a dimly lit street, then she woke up just before the woman could grab her arm. We never knew what that dream exactly meant and now, I wished I never knew its meaning. After breakfast, my family and our employees decided to take a swim at the beach. The day was nice. The morning air may be chilly but the sun’s kiss on our skins gave us warmth. It was perfect. Everything is fine and the tides are low which made it very enjoyable to swim. We swam a little farther from the shore and we stopped to the point where the water reached our shoulders. We were talking about the good things in life and reminiscing the good old days. Those are the things that I’ve always loved about my family because I never had a meaningless conversation with them.

A few moments later, we heard a panicking call for help from one of our store clerks. It was Rachel. She was struggling to keep her head above water. She was already drowning but the odd thing was, she was only a few feet away from us. At first, we thought she was just playing around until we felt the sand in our toes dissolving like powder. It felt like as if the seafloor submerged deeper. I remembered sighting the shore and it seemed so close yet very far away. We were all panicking at that time. No one knew how to swim except my mother so without having second thoughts she swam towards Rachel and called out to my father, “Yung mga anak mo! Dalhin mo sa pampang yung mga anak mo!” and I never thought I already heard my mother’s last words to my father. I was paddling like a dog, gasping for air, as I say a little prayer to God to take us all back to safety. I felt my father grabbing our swimsuits, trying to lift our bodies so we can breathe even though he was also struggling to keep himself alive. Once I felt my toes touch the ground, there came a veil of relief that covered my whole body. As soon as my father and my sister made it to the shore we started calling out for help. There were no lifeguards on duty at that time, no personnel, nor guards. I saw my mother already floating in her stomach. We sighted a boat sailing nearby, we waved our hands and called for their attention. They almost ignored us because they cannot comprehend what we were trying to relay but the good thing was a passenger in the boat noticed my mother and Rachel in the water.

My mother’s body was laid on the shore. She was unconscious and her whole body was pale as white. My father performed CPR but my mother couldn’t get the water come out of her mouth because the food she ate earlier got stuck in her throat and blocked the passage. A concerned tourist offered his car to deliver my mom in a nearby health center or a clinic of some sort since the hospital was miles away from the beach and she needs immediate care. My father told us to stay in the hotel room and prepare mom’s belongings so that if she wakes up she has fresh clothes to change into. My sister and I finished packing our things and waited for our father to pick us up from the hotel. I was crying and I couldn’t stop myself because I was afraid to lose my mother. I couldn’t imagine what my life would be if I lose her that day. Moments lasted until we heard a knock on the door and it was my father, crying, and apologizing to us. He hugged me and my sister tightly and saying, “Sorry, anak, sorry hindi na uuwi si mommy, sorry hindi ko nasagip si mommy”. And that was the moment I felt sinking into the ground. I never knew what to feel at first. I was numb because my worries were now actually a reality that I have to live in. I was at shock because I am now one of the kids in those cliche teleseryes who lost a mother at an early age. We went to the health center to settle everything. The clinic was very small and it sure did lack equipment. He told us to stay in the car. I wanted to see my mom, but I know he never wanted us to see her like that. I didn’t know what to feel. I was having high anxiety levels that my stomach is churning and I wanted to vomit. I got off the car and entered the health center to find the restroom. When I was finding my way around, I passed by the emergency room. I saw my mother lying in a foldable bed, lifeless, her hands dangling from the side of the bed, she has violet bruises on her skin, and her body was partially covered with a white towel.

That is when it sunk into me that she’s dead and never coming back. My father asked the others to just commute back to Manila because what we need right now is comfort from our family. The drive back home was one of the most painful memory I had as a kid. My father was in the steering wheel crying his eyes out. We drove from Bataan to Pampanga. We went home to my grandmother’s house, the nearest house that we can call “home” because how are we still going to be “home” without her?

Once we reached Pampanga, we stopped over to the gas station and my father made some calls to our loved ones to tell them that my mother passed away. He then called my aunt to help him arrange for the funeral. We got home and my grandmother hugged us and told us to get some rest. Already tired of crying, I went to sleep for a while. I woke up and for a second, I thought everything that happened the other day was all just a dream. That she was there in Manila, sitting on the couch reading some furniture magazine, waiting for us to go home. But that’s how cruel life is, right? I got up and weirdly, I felt sands in the bed. It was gray, just like the ones on the beach. I thought maybe it was just dirt but it was a fair amount to believe that maybe she visited us before she left. - ?

- The part of how I conquered the grief of her passing is shared in my personal blog. I felt the need to share my story with everyone since she's the woman I look up to. Feel free to visit my personal blog too when you have the time. I love writing my stories. Thank You! link: http://qkathreece.wixsite.com/kathreecequizon/post/breaking-waves

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