Young Underpaid Professionals

FICTION posted by Mai

“Mind yourself now,” his wife called out when he slowly pulled out the car from the garage. “And take care of yourself!”

“Yeah, I will,” he answered through the rolled-down car window. As soon as the car was properly positioned by the road outside, he beckoned to his wife for a good-bye kiss. “Take care, too. And thanks for the present. I’ll use it. My word.”

“And control yourself, beloved,” she whispered against his ear.

“Yeah. I promise.” He drove off happily, and in slightly good sprits. The present in question, an unopened pot of peppermint-scented potpourri taped to the leather dashboard, waiting to be given proper acknowledgement. The man turned on the radio and listened to his MP3 player, whose playlist was altered by his wife, who deemed the song selection as too ‘provocative’. His lip slightly curled in distaste when he found out that his wife had inserted a couple of Simon and Garfunkle songs, which he promptly skipped with a deft flick of his finger.

“Goddamn b…graah,” he groaned and gritted his teeth in a great effort to stop himself from cursing loudly. He promised his wife. I promised. “Emo of the sixties, they are,” he grudgingly blurted out, frustrated and at the same time relieved that he was able to voice out his aversion without breaking his word. Read the rest of this entry »

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FICTION posted by Rem

“In the face of true love, you don’t just give up even if the object of your affection is begging you to…”

I forgot where I heard this quip…it could be from Chuck Bass or from Lucas Scott, heck maybe even from Dawson Leery. Perhaps this naive and somewhat valiant way of looking at true love occupied my mind as I traversed the long and pothole-ridden roads of the north that led me to the disaster that is you, my dear Alex.

I’ve heard rumors and talks about how you felt about me, about the possibility of an “us”. At the same time, I also heard discouragement from very concerned friends who said that I’m basically committing emotional suicide; that by going to where you are I’m actually entering the deepest, innermost circle of hell. Though I heard them all, I chose to listen to the rumors and talks – the rest I treated as white noise – you hear it, but it is nothing but minute and insignificant. Read the rest of this entry »

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FICTION posted by Karl

Do you remember? I do. I remember the good times we had together. I remember you telling me you wouldn’t ever leave. I remember words like “forever” and “eternity”. I remember kisses. I remember heat. I remember catching you making out with him behind the gym.

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FICTION posted by Rica

If it could only make me forget, she blurted out one day while zipping up her white jacket, not really referring to anything. She had suddenly thought of something that escaped her mind just as quickly as she had remembered it.

Olivia loved going to Masagana and back. She couldn’t understand why the other jeepney passengers hated traveling on Taft Avenue. As for her, she remembered adoring the busy street.

What’s that thick dark smoke, Olivia said to herself. I can’t seem to smell it.

And what’s a pool doing in the middle of the street, she asked the jeepney driver. Where’s the street anyway? Read the rest of this entry »

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