The first month of the year has come and gone, and here's my round-up: First trip of the year. Movie count: six (6) a. 47 Ronin b. The Wolf of Wall Street c. Girl, Boy, Bakla, Tomboy d. Snow Piercer e. I, Frankenstein Play Count: one (1) Wicked Family Eat-Outs:…
Category: Fiction
Café Breton (working title) April 10, 2011, Café Breton – Greenbelt 3 The age difference had always been an issue. That she was older and he was younger was always a topic frequently discussed by the idle housewives of the Homeowners’ Association during the monthly bake sale. It was immoral,…
So. She was done. First to finish, as usual. She surreptitiously glanced at her seatmates and saw that the elderly gentleman on her right was still working on question number forty-nine. Really, they shouldn’t make them sit this close together during online assessments. And the girl on her left, well…
-- Part VI: “And that’s why her parents sent her here?” I asked, incredulous. “As her punishment?” For the first time during our conversation Father John actually looked uncomfortable. “Her parents are very busy people and—” “I can’t believe that you’re condoning this,” I said. “I condone nothing,” Father John…
Let's try something different, shall we? I wrote this on May 3, 2002 when I was bored in my old room in Bagbaguin. It's silly but I like it enough. -- I can see the full moon For the third consecutive night It's hanging right out my window…