By CJ Lopez
Midnight memories are haunting me
No more sunshines to feel the day
For no more day, or days.
I already forgotten to live… 71 more words
Delia stepped onto the escalator leading to the MRT as she did every morning. Beside her, robots were making adjustments to the down escalator. As she ascended, she thought how lucky she was that robots could not do the work she was doing now, had been doing for the past twelve years, ever since she graduated from high school. 6,472 more words
According to Goodreads I have six books on the go right now. It was seven yesterday but last night I finally polished off the thoroughly mediocre Cuentos Filipinos that I’ve had from the library for six weeks so far (pro tip: if you’re thinking of producing a collection of short stories as a pretext for an extended geography lesson, please think again). 1,023 more words