Fire of the heart. In an attempt to share with you the stories in my head, I’ve (perhaps quite foolishly) decided to actually start sharing them here.
Here’s to hoping I can get them out of draft and into publish.
Oh, and it goes without saying none of these can be reposted elsewhere without permission and proper crediting. It’s a new decade – we should all know what the right side of legal is when it comes to sharing.
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015/365
Oftentimes, it simply makes one more accepting, with the stars in their eyes blinding them temporarily to the faults they usually won’t find acceptable.
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014/365
“He was supposed to five years ago, ma’am, but seeing as he disappeared two years before that..” he trailed off.
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013/365
It was Burning Day.
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012/365
Rose was ten the first time she had a glimpse of The Book. She knew that the chest was to come to her – it was passed on to the eldest child of the current holder – but it was only on that spring afternoon that she was able to take a look at what’s inside.
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011/365
Turns out, everyone else’s secrets are too much for me.
Alab ng Puso 