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Intriguingly the virus that swept the entirety of manila came from a shore not far from the crown city itself. South, southwest of Manila, Cullion Island in Palawan – a leprosarium was established in the early 1900s. The new world still fears the millennia dreaded decease, leprosy. The leprosarium's population grew after a few years of operation. From then on men and women, both young and old who were believed to be infected by leprosy were sent to the desolate island. Then the title – The Island of the Living Dead – was bestowed upon the island. After years of battle against leprosy the island fell on macabre and morte. --

Shallow graves, we mourn for the deceased and pray for their departed souls. But yet, I'm here standing lost and stranded in the middle of freaking no where. Holding an automatic shotgun with pale-white knuckles, wind-burned lips and a despairing heart, I immense myself in a gloom doom scenario with flesh-eating ex-humans. Click* Click* Bang!* One of the zombie's approaching me was my boss. I saw his milligram brain shoved-pop-splat on the verdant walls of our office. That's one shell dedicated for giving me hell and a year late promotion. The building's elevator is great and working, I used to see that hot accountant chick from the 34th

She commands an aura of invincibility. An impenetrable fortress of fallacy and deceit. She keeps her skeletons not in her closet but somewhere deep and dark. Somewhere in between the lines of love and hatred lies the borderline between a cuddly heartthrob and a menacing sociopath. The sun did not shine that day. The gray skies of storm and thunder came roaming, threatening our dreary dry lives. She walked along the white sidewalk of their village, trying her best to greet each and every neighbor they had with a 'good day' and a smile faintly familiar of a TV ad. The village was populated by the upper middle class, the corruptible white-coll

She hid an MP-5 SMG and two full clips right under everything she used to bring to school — papers, books, make-up and some pencils and pens. She stood calmly on the line, waiting for her turn at the security check before getting in into the train station. She walked past the security and all the security checks, which were, basically, some security guards poking their gnarled drumstick into your stuff. Barely standing 5'5″, she looked nothing but a young lady — obnoxious of the world, the k9 unit and the armed security reinforcing the train station. She bought a one way ticket to legarda station. An eight station route. She

The sky was blue, the sun was blazing and her room was just accommodating enough for her afternoon of thinking and rethinking. She lies down on her back against the carpet her dad gave her. She gives it a feel. She was just wearing her usual thin undershirt, a pair of boxers and the rest of her skin. As her bared back touched the rugged yet warm carpet, she remembered who gave it to her and how it got to her small studio. – THE CARPET – Her father once told her that once she left their old house, she'll be living on her own. She was decided, she knew that it will take a thousand shooting or falling stars for her dreams to come t

The sun was a merciless god of both fortune and misfortune, a continuing radiance, dominating the earth's sheath of green and carbon dioxide. As it seems the heat exiles my mind, dividing my intuitive conditioning that I'm in a reality, sent with a bogus conditioning of unreality, which are both surreal and appetizing. Heat after heat after heat. A trance. The sea, for its part, was a goddess of relentless remorse calling against the frail sands of the beach white water, wave after wave after wave. The wind, touched by the salt from the sea creates a mundane, local and irrevocably unyielding tempest of dreamy escapes and imaginary escapades

The Appalling LOL of February Whatever The kissing relationships between lips of distraught lovers and over-loathing jealous companions, imitates the sly smile of the moon over the earth's disgraces. The call for unending love is sought after by most stupid men and ingenious women. The concept is real but the possibility is improbable. It puts so much disgrace to the calendar, to the month that contains only twenty-eight days (twenty-nine, on a very superstitious year) for which one day is wasted either on breaking hearts or melting chocolates on uneven temperatures of infatuation. Let me drop the BS and continue on the telltale story of s

Vices for the sleepless night There was a void left under the moonlit stance of Manila. The glow of neon advertising paraphernalia shines like a goddess of unimportant, forgotten distraught. Like the sliver of white, black, yellow and green cabs that twists, turns and rides the waves of this country's crown city. An everlast. It was a black lidless night, illuminated by furious fluorescent lamp posts. It was manila, an alternate reality overnight, a sleepless mistress in distress, a city full of lovers and unconquered indios. I was alone lying on a damp cushion of both bed and pillow and beer. The kiss was unsatisfying, remembering her l