If only you had ice cream instead...

Oww - hurt

Nick - cut

Ooze - blood

Mutter - discontent

Argh - anger

Thunk - fist/wall

Ouch - pain

Plink - blood/floor

Oh - surprise

Eep - fear

Ick - horror

Augh - despair

ako o ikaw?

I have claimed the peon as my own. I make it do my bidding. I bend it to my will. I would be the perfect merciless master if not for the fact that I'm devoted, heart and souls, to the slave's bliss.

Kunat

The old witch knew just how she was going to eat little Hansel. First she would start with his stubby little fingers, then his toes, then work her way to the meatier bits. She would drink his tears as they flowed when she got thristy. She would save the heart for last to savor it's tender lusciousness. It was no wonder how surprised she was when Hansel offered her his heart first. She disagreed and said she was saving that for last. Hansel shrugged and said "ikaw. para kang kumain ng goma niyan."

whoops.

Astute was what anyone would say if asked to describe Trudie. Hers was the power of keen observation. It was a wonder how she could have been oblivious to falling into the state she is in now. Maybe because it was a gradual descent. Even if you ask her, she can't tell you.

On occassion

Lou had, on occassion, set upon his skin a blade to cut himself. This was, on occassion, what he needed to keep the pain at bay. On occassion, he cut shallowly for little pains. On occassion, he cut too deeply that he needed stitches. He relished the physicality of the pain. He would wear the scars of pain proudly and could recount every story to every little scar. On occassion he would forget a story or two. Eventually, there were too many stories to remember. And so Lou stopped loving her.

On occassion, Lou would still cut himself. It wasn't crude markings of sharp objects on skin, though. You had to open him up and look into his chest to see the scars. How many of those scars, you may wonder, are yours?

(emo anpootah!)

If only...

The lattice work of indefinites were working overtime. I was no longer as confident as I was when we were intorduced. I thought you made perfect sense. But you were listnening to me none the less.  And I thought I was making perfect sense to you until you said "huh?" It was all downhill from there. Damn.

self-pity? (think of a better title please...)

Had it been any clearer, it would have solved everything that was troubling young Mr. Bufford. Truly the coin was god. It was either one or the other. Heads or tails. Only when it came out heads did Mr. Bufford question god. "Why is god against me?" he thought.