Hello everyone! I'd like to share this drawing with you. I'm not really good at it though. I only draw when I can't find anything to write about. I draw when I can't find the words to express whatever

(Image is AI generated using Prompt Hunt) Being a 5-year-old kid, sure was a fun time to be. I was free-- to roam inside our house, of course! I was never an outdoor child. My choice. And since I wasn't

Dear Ann, How was life in high school? Are you still ditching your classes when you feel like not attending them? Are you still friends with Rose? How does it feel hugging Mama and having an every-night

(Image is AI generated using Prompt Hunt. Edited on Canva) ** I hate people. Some of them are stubborn; others are hurtful. Some of them take advantage of those who are feeble; others oppress the powerless.

(Image is AI generated using Prompt Hunt) ** “Clarence, this will be your new room,” Marlie guided her nephew inside. The five-year-old boy scanned the room with downcast eyes. The cobwebs in every corner

(Image is AI generated using Prompt Hunt) ** "Move it! I can't see anything!" Gael pushed Soria, his twin, who was peeking at the door that was left ajar. Their strawberry, curly locks were like

(Image is AI generated using Prompt Hunt) ** I smirked. Seeing my reflection in the mirror made me feel bad, as tears freely flowed down my cheeks. I hated seeing my alter ego becoming successful in her

(Image is AI generated using Prompt Hunt) Two strange things happened that day. The first one made me look like a fool when I told my crush I liked him. And because of that, he was never talking to me

(AI generated image using Prompt Hunt) ** ‘Here we go again,’ I sighed at the sight of the crowd. My social battery went from a hundred percent to an instant half. My colleagues and the other staff of

(This image is purchased from Canva) ** It was a Sunday in December. The twentieth, to be specific, of the year twenty-twenty. It was a frosty morning, at around seven. I just finished attending our church

Source I was once eighteen. And if dreams were real, I would’ve been a millionaire. Yes, it was true. I would’ve been affluent owning a business, living in my own house, and driving my own car. Never had

(Image is mine. Created on Wonder AI app) ** Arianne glanced at the clock. Its ticking hands were the only source of noise in her room in the middle of the night. She clicked her tongue in dismay because

This is my entry for nonfiction prompt #13: HERITAGE Source ** I remembered standing in front of the rubble of our old house. The nipa roofs were filled with holes as the leaves withered and became brittle

Source ** ‘Why is it that when FATE is the topic, everyone always connects it to love? Is fate only about being in love? Can’t it be about standing in front of a food stall, listening to your growling

Source ** Is walking away from your life a way to find yourself? Have I been doing it correctly? I can’t do anything but sigh at my own decision. For almost seven months I have been running away from reality.

** How long has it been? Two days? A month? Has it been years? Waking up not seeing concrete jungles still amuses me to this day. I’ve been in isolation for as long as I can remember. But why do I feel

This is my entry for nonfiction prompt #9: GIFT Image ** “Tres Marias,” the five-year-old me mumbled. “What is it?” my mother asked. It was nighttime, and I was staring at the clear night sky, admiring

This is my entry for nonfiction prompt #7: GROWING UP ** Source ** In my mind’s eye, the picture of our old nipa house froze like it was meant to be there for good. That house was built in December. In