Writings about muse (2)
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Vince and Diane 8 - Face-off

Submitted by on April 8, 2017 (17 days ago)
Posted in Story: Fiction, Taglish | Categories: Romance | Tags: , , , , , ,

Nagpatuloy nga ang relasyon nila Vince and Diane. Pareho sila nag-commit na pagtibayin ang kanilang samahan. Sa pagdaan ng panahon ay natututo sila sa mga mali nila.

Si Diane ay natututong magpigil sa pagtext kay Vince lalo na kapag nasa bahay pa ito. Kahit kabisado lang ni Vince ng number ni Diane at hindi nakasave sa phonebook…at kahit parang lalaki ang text ni Diane ay pawang malakas talaga kumutob ang babae. Minsan sa inis ay inihagis pa ni Rizza kay Vince ang cellphone, mabuti na lang naka-ilag sya kaya nadurog yung cellphone na tumama sa pader. Ilang araw na walang cellphone si Vince at lalong mas mahirap na makapag-usap silang magnobyo.

Nang dahil na din sa insidenteng yun na nabuking na ang relasyon ni Vince kay Diane ay nagkaroon ng matinding away ang mag-asawa. Pumasok si Vince ng may kalmot sa braso. Hindi nananakit si Vince ng babae pero nasampal nya si Rizza ng panahong yun sa kalmot na nagawa at ang pagbabanta kay Diane. Sinabihan ni Vince si Rizza na wag na wag nyang itutuloy ang banta nya kung ayaw nyang iwan sya ni Vince. Umiyak si Rizza sa seryosong sinabi ni Vince na hihiwalayan at iiwan sya nito kapag may ginawa pa sya.

Si Vince naman ay natuto at gumagaling mang-amo sa pag-tampo ni Diane. Madalas kasi ay hindi ito nakakatupad sa usapang oras o minsan pati araw ng dalaw. Dahil na din alam na siguro ni Rizza kaya gumagawa ito ng paraan para mapa-uwi ng mas maaga ang asawa o di kaya’y hindi na makaalis si Vince.

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Conversations With My Muse

Submitted by on July 8, 2014 (2 years ago)
Posted in Blog: English | Categories: Non-Erotic | Tags: , , , ,

Conversations With My MuseI continued to stare at the blank Microsoft document on my laptop screen. I have been staring at it for a long time now. I am stumped. I do not know what else to write or how to start or where to start.

“This is frustrating!” I almost screamed to an empty room when a sudden radiance filled my room. I squinted my eyes and noted a figure – a him.

“God?” I asked.

“Nope.”

I noted the all-white get up and then said, “My guardian angel?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Do I look like a guardian angel to you? Look, no feather wings!” He made a half turn so I could see that he had a no wings on his back.

I raised an eyebrow and noted the absence of a wand. “I doubt you are my fairy godmother.”

“Well, I wanted to be one, but I failed the flight test and my poof didn’t sound like a poof at all but a loud BANG! They suggested I seek other options.” He said wistfully.

"A male fairy godmother?"

"Oh don't be judgmental!  It is an in-thing nowadays, you know."

“I think I had too much coffee… I’m beginning to imagine things.” I said as I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. I flicked my eyes open and he’s still there.

“Still think you’re imagining me?”

“Who are you?”

“I’m your muse.”

“Muse?”

“Yes, muse. A guiding spirit. A source of inspiration.” When...

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