Mass Grave

I shot him in the head one last time. He dropped dead.

Bob and I wrapped the man’s trunk in a large trash bag.

“Are you sure no one would know this?” with doubt, he asked.

“Oh, come on!” I winked.

With hands on the dead trunk, we threw the trash bag down to the hole in yard. I dug it for I knew stuff like this will come soon.

I shoved heaps of damp soil to swathe the black trash bag. Bob stood and seemed stunned that I could, in fact, do this rite on my own.

“Where did you train for this?”

“I do this to kill time.” I smirked. “Come. I’ll show you a bit.”

I led Bob to my room, pulled a small book and passed it on to him. When he opened it, each page showed rough drafts of men’s fronts.

“You’ve got some skill,” Bob joked. “What’s this?”

“I train on them for what I did a while ago.” He could not seize what I said. “I’ll show you.”

We went down, back to the yard where we threw the dead man’s trunk.

I shoved the spade to him and bid, “Dig where you want to.”

He seemed not able to get what I said at first, but then dug at the spot where he stood at once.

Gone was a long time when he yelled, “I can sense stuff here.” He pierced the spade on a spot.

He dug more up to the time when a long, pale shape drooped. It was a dead leg. Bob stood scared for a while, and then dug more points in the length of the yard. All sited showed pale and dark arms, legs, and heads.

It took Bob time to grasp that I have made a mass grave out of my yard.

Growth in the Midst of Emptiness

I once knew of a little girl who wished that even just for once, he would look at her the same way as she does.

She then grew up, met more men who would never look at her the same way as she does look at them.

“Life doesn’t turn up as you wanted it to,” she once told me.

She grew up more, realized that she has to wait a little longer for that man who will look at her more than how she looks at him. She has to stay still and wait.

Yet, she has grown tired and weary of waiting, tired as if she ran a million miles, back and forth.

“It’s as though I have poured out my remaining strength and energy to the most recent man that I’ve loved,” she said.

“What happened, then?” I asked her.

“It feels like I cannot love this much anymore,” she answered.

Then, I saw tears crawling down the cheeks of the girl I was talking to, the girl who was in the mirror.

Ang Tusong Mensahero: Isang Mitolohiya

Sa kaharian ng Cielta, nakatira ang diyosa ng karunungan at propesiya na si Dalena. Siya ang pinakamaganda at pinakamatalino sa buong kaharian. Pati ang ibang mga diyos ay malaki ang respeto at paggalang sa kanya kaya naman siya na rin ang reyna ng mga diyos at diyosa. Sinasamba siya ng lahat ng tao sa lupa at pinatayuan pa siya ng isang templo na tinaguriang pinakamalaki sa buong mundo. Pagmamay-ari ni Dalena ang pinakamahalagang krystal sa buong mundo, ang Perlas ng Karunungan. Ang kung sino man ang magmamay-ari nito ay siyang ituturing na pinakadakila at pinakamalakas sa lahat dahil sa kakaibang kapangyarihang taglay ng perlas na ito.

Ngunit kahit pinakamarunong na sa lahat ang diyosang si Dalena, hindi mapigilan nito pag-ibig niya sa mensahero ng mga diyos, si Bakar. Si Bakar ang pinakamabilis na nilalang sa kaharian ng Cielta kaya’t siya ang parating naaatasang sumunod sa mga hiling ng mga diyos at diyosa. Siya rin ang tinuring na pinakamagandang lalaki sa kaharian kaya’t maraming kababaihan na ang nahulog at humabol sa kanya, isa na rito si Dalena. Hindi rin maitatanggi na mayroong kaalaman si Bakar tungkol sa pag-ibig sa kanya ni Dalena. Dahil dito, matagal niya nang pinaplanong linlangin ang diyosa upang makuha ang perlas ng karunungan.