Serotonin
First year students shuffled relentlessly in front of him as he took a drag from his half-done cigarette. He glanced at his wristwatch. It was fifteen minutes before 7 o’clock. Most students would be rushing already to their respected classrooms. But not him. Fifteen minutes is still too early for a senior student like him, and a graduating one at that. He will not be one of these freshmen being early and waiting for their professors inside the classrooms.
Literary flashback: Duet
I guess this would be the poem that started everything. This got me smiling as I was reading it again. A lot has happened ever since, including the fact that we are 10,000 miles from each other right now.
So if you care to find me
Look to the western sky!
See you soon.
Literary flashback: Passenger Seat
This was about a childhood friend who I had a little crush later on when we were young. Our mothers both worked for the same company, and we were from the same town too. Whenever there was a town fiesta we would all gather at their house and enjoy the food and company. The adults would mingle and drink, while the kids would play upstairs in his room.
Mornings
Half-asleep. Half-awake.
It was a bit chilly, but it was a good change from the tropical heat. She sat up, allowed her surroundings to adjust its focus and exposure while her body temperature tried to find a middle ground from sleeping like a log to warm-blooded human being. Her head panned from left to right, then settled for the familiar back of the person who just sat up as well on the other bed.
Old writings on the wall
Since I decided to restart my writing, I thought of looking through my old prose and poems just to see how much I evolved with my writing. I scavenged old online journals and writing communities and was able to pull off a handful of them from years 2015, 2013, 2011 etc.