Chapter VIII: Twilight ride part 1

MATTHEW CROSS

                Again, I find myself inside the familiar darkness. The eternal void swallowed everything, only the sound of my voice inside my head kept me company. The sense of time had gone out the window—I felt what they call eternity. Is this death? I couldn’t really tell.

                The memory of what happened during the last moments of my consciousness suddenly comes back like a flaming train wreck. The shooting pain was all in my head this time, yet I could distinctly feel a charred hole the bullet made on my Armani suit as my fingers ran through the fabric. There was a hole inside my heart no painkillers could ever get rid off—and like the bullet hole itself, I felt hollow.

               

Chapter VI: The Ball part 3

                “Babe! Look what I got for you!” Matt said as he hurriedly ran while his palm gripped the rings inside his coat-pocket. He saw Marian on the other side of the room, a smile on her face as she conversed with someone Matt can barely make out who. The crowd seemed to thicken.

                He saw her fiancé look at her, a pumped-up smile on her face as she excitedly waved at Matt. It seemed comical for him, the girl waving at the other side as the boy desperately tries to make his way across the sea of trials—only to find his worst nightmares waited for him behind the shadow of his lover. Matt found half of the truth on his thoughts for Marian was having a conversation with none other than Jack Santino.

Chapter VI: Past and Present

                It was a lazy Sunday morning for the reunited couple. Marian, just in her night gown, was still asleep underneath the covers of the bed. A smile was etched on her face as she gripped the pillow beside her. The steady humming of the air-conditioner resonated inside the bedroom. Matt’s baggage laid carelessly by the foot of the bed.

Empire Streets Chapter II: Marian

 The rural feel enveloped this hot Saturday morning. In  Imus, Cavite, just south of the Urban Jungle that is Manila, Marian Garcia was tending to her flowers just outside her house. As she watered the plants beside her olive-green home, the birds chirped a happy tune as they rested on the sturdy tree branches. It was such a peaceful ambiance... contradicting the loud pop music someone was playing inside her house.

Insanity: A Heart-felt Apology

 I am not an honest man, I am a sinner. It always takes me a long time to realize my mistakes. I am proud, I am arrogant... and for all the wrong reasons.

I'm sorry, it's that simple. Yet I want you to know it goes deeper than that. I'm done being selfish and stupid, I'm done being arrogant and idiotic. I don't care about redemption, I don't even know if I want you to forgive me. This is to say that I am simply sorry.

Insanity: What's Your Story?

Its funny how things could be so predictable yet things still go array. How a single spec of mistake can cause an entire mountain of success crumble. How mere words can ignite a nation's passion and start a revolution. The little things will never cease to amaze you- If you look hard enough.

Empire Streets Chapter 1: The Arrival

 At a brisk pace, he walked. His leathers shoes tippity-tapped across the carpeted floor as he made his way through the insides of the airport. It had almost been a day's worth of flying through the air, his body was weak and his mind was tired yet the nervousness and anxiety kept him going.

He wore black corduroy pants, a gray long-sleeved shirt tucked in, his hair slicked back reaching his neck, and a nervous smile on his lips. He was happy yet uncomfortable at the same time. The feeling of coming home to a foreign land engulfed him.