Will You Write About Me?

Will You Write About Me?

We were supposed to do an errand, it turned into a date that turned into a promise. We headed to the park, it was almost Christmas. It was too cold but he had warm clothes and I stupidly left my jacket. We had pizza in…

Heartbreak

Heartbreak

(Written by Leo “PapaBear” Antazo) Jake’s heart was racing as he drove like a madman. He tried to bite back the tears but it was no use. He was practically sobbing as he nearly collided with a delivery truck on the highway. He didn’t care.…

The Patient

The Patient

(Written by Leo “PapaBear” Antazo) The stab wound was deep as he inspected it under a dim streetlight, just overlooking the alley, three blocks from the hospital.  “Fuck it” he thinks to himself. Good thing the assassin missed his liver. After dousing his wound with…

Emergency Button

Emergency Button

They both stepped inside the elevator when it stopped on the 18th floor. It smelled of sweat and that lingering smell of cumin in Mexican food. “What the…it smells like shit in here.” She said as she took her mirror out of her bag and…

Pan de Sal

Pan de Sal

The bakery near our house sold pandesal from 2AM to 2PM. The smell of freshly baked bread wafted through my bedroom window all the time. I think everything in my room smelled like pandesal, and quite honestly, I didn’t mind. I work the graveyard shift so…

A Day At the Library

A Day At the Library

“Are you an art student?” I asked him. He looked up and smiled at me. Charming, with his dark rimmed glasses and dimples. We were in the dark and dusty university library. He sat on the floor, Indian style, reading “The Letters of Vincent Van…

Miracle in Aisle 3

Miracle in Aisle 3

Ever since I embraced my natural curly hair, it had been heaven and hell. I have spent so much money on conditioners and hundreds of hours inside the bathroom. While the boyfriend falls in love with my locks everyday, I have to keep reminding him…

The Choice

The Choice

(Written by Leo “Papa Bear” Antazo) He’s running. Running as fast as his feet could carry him. He’s made a choice. A choice free of guilt and illusions. Free of turmoil and darkened eye bags. Free of anger and the circular motion of bickering over…

A Perfect Match

A Perfect Match

She clasped her cellphone with clammy hands. She has never done anything like this before. A matching service. But she has decided and nervously fills up an online form. Revealing every single detail of her private life. It might work. She may find happiness after…

Those Little Things

Those Little Things

I sit staring at this raw lilac beauty , delighted at how it was juxtaposed among dead twigs and other unnamed wild plants, yet remaining resplendent even under the twilight streaks. Little things you won’t really notice. “What are you looking at? “, he asks,…