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August 5, 2016
#BuwanNgAkdangPinoy: BuqoYA 4 – Heart Choices Authors
Because I want something in my life that I think is better than pursuing a degree that is far beyond the expectations of my heart.
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Jayen San Diego
Who I am?
I’m Jayen San Diego, a twenty-something who write stories mostly about love. I’m a news archivist by day, fiction writer by night and a self-confess Fangirl in between.
Why I write?
“In order to write about life first you must live it.”
― Ernest Hemingway
They say when we want a moment to last, we close our eyes. Well, for me, I prefer to write it down. Reliving the moments through writing is what I do.
What I write?
Sharing my thoughts about life and love and writing.
From personal anecdotes to life opinions, you can read it here. When my melancholic side is on, you can read poetic post but generally it is a mirror of what’s happening in my daily life.
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I met Jayen and bond with her together with the buqoYA authors in a cafe in Greenfield District. She was shy that time.
Claire Du
Claire has been a bookworm ever since she can remember. Her passion for reading started when she met Archie Andrews at the Airport Bookshop. Aside from writing short stories, she also enjoys reading and reviews at http://thebookjunkie.weebly.com, playing the keyboard, and just cuddling with her dog Frou. She’s the author of He Loves Me… Not?, one of the short stories in an anthology calledLuna East Vol.1 : Kids These Days.
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AC and I became friends during the promo of buqoYA. That friendship lasts until now. Although we haven’t talk that much, I considered her as my close friend.
Dawn Lanuza
Dawn Lanuza started writing stories when she was just a kid (the drafts weren’t good or even finished). She works for the music industry by day and writes meet cutes and snappy comebacks by night. She currently lives with her family and an adopted dog.
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I haven’t met Dawn in person but we hang out on Facebook and Twitter. I always admire her for being a great author. I hope we could bond in person.
Fay Sebastian
Fay started writing stories since she learned how to write with a pencil, but she only rediscovered her love for writing when she was a high school freshman. Since then, writing has become her life.
Now a Speech Communication student at the University of the Philippines, she writes even during the busiest of days because writing prevents her from being a college zombie.
Why she holds writing instruments in an odd way will always be a mystery to the world.
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I met Fay and considered her as my little sister. She is now a young lady now. I participated on her campaign on stopping book discrimination last July. Baby girl Fay has always been close to my heart. I met her twice now; it was during the buqoYA launch and recently on AprilFeelsDay.
Kristel S. Villar
Kristel S. Villar covers sporting events for a national broadsheet by day and tries to write fiction by night. In between, she takes care of her husband and son. She has penned “Blast from Two Pasts”. a contemporary romance novella, and “The Rumor About Me”, her first short story for the Luna East anthology. He second Luna East short story, “One on One” is featured in the quarterly online romance journal, Clara (www.clararomance.com).
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Tel and I met during the buqoYA launch last year. I considered her as one of my friends. I miss this gal because I haven’t hang out with her for a year.
August 4, 2016
#BuwanNgAkdangPinoy: BuqoYA 3 – Finding Fairytales Authors
Anne Plaza writes contemporary romance, young adult, and speculative fiction novellas. She has been into writing since high school and has been actively pursuing it on a professional level despite having a totally unrelated bachelor’s degree. Her first contemporary New Adult romance novella In Over Her Head was published in 2013 and was subsequently nominated for the 2014 Filipino Reader’s Choice Awards Romance in English.
When not writing, Anne juggles time in her day job, obsessing over her TV show fandoms, and shopping for new books to add to her growing TBR pile.
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When I met Anne, I realized that friendship is beyond the bound of distance. I hung out with her during our buqoYA launch and until now we are friends. I call her . . . I cannot tell you ahaha she promised me that I will be a secondary sponsor on their wedding ahaha. I love her!
Kat Sales
Writer :: Thinker :: Problem Solver
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Ana Valenzuela
Ana Valenzuela is a graduate of AB Literature from UST. She has written for several magazines and online news blogs.
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Recently, Ana became more than a friend; she is like a sister to me just like all the #heistclub authors. We met during the BuqoYA launch but we never hang out until I had a conversation with her during the planning of #heistclub. She always steps up which I really love about her.
Cassandra Javier
Cass is a cat lady who graduated with a degree in Broadcasting and has worked as a copywriter, a researcher in an IT company, a call center agent and was even a trainee for a time in a television network. She writes articles for a living. When not writing articles, she writes novels, fanfiction, short stories and whatever she may think of. She loves TV series, movies, music, and is a very big bookworm. She’s also addicted to butterflies, faeries and Ice Cream.
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Although we haven’t met personally, I considered Cassie (that’s what I call her.) as one of my friends. Our talks are mostly online. (Yeah . . . Thanks twitter and facebook!)
C.P. Santi
C.P. Santi is a Filipina author based in Tokyo, Japan. She is a wife to an engineer/musician/jokester and a full-time mom to two energetic boys. She loves cooking and baking, and enjoys feeding people, gorging on chocolate, watching J-doramas, belting it out in the karaoke box, and running around the house playing tickle tag. She also loves dreaming up stories about the people she meets.
In another life, she is also an architect and academic.
Her first book, Be Careful What You Wish For, is a contemporary romance based in Tokyo.
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I finally met her during the #FeelsDay last April. I am a fan and seeing her hugging me was surreal!
August 3, 2016
#BuwanNgAkdangPinoy: BuqoYA 2 – Sweet Complications AUTHORS
Sassy Fova is just your average girl from Ilocos Norte, PH. Sassy is a hopeless romantic who’s got her head in the clouds, and comes back down just long enough to write about it. Being an Ilocana, she is thrifty, but she spares none when it comes to sharing all the love.
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Amae Dechavez
Amae Dechavez (amaeauthor) is a blogger, fiction author, YA novelist, and children’s book writer. She was born in Quezon City, Manila in 1983 and has a Penn Foster diploma in Child Daycare Management. She has been authoring for several digital distributor hubs in (the Philippines) and has been writing for many free online/ social media platforms. When not hugging or arguing with her dog, you can find her at Writerscafe.org.
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I haven’t met Amae in person but our friendship grew beyond the mystery of the Internet. As my beta-reader for #HeistClub, she has been a great help to the story. She is the first one who like Gabe!
Kristel Ann Cruz
It boggles the mind how someone so shy and awkward found herself in Public Relations, but somehow Krissy makes it work. If she were a fictional character, she’d be a female Ted Mosby. Whether it be prose, poetry, a watercolor painting, or a craft project, she is happiest when she makes. Talk about books, movies, and lipsticks with her on www.krissyfied.com.
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Krissy has been my friend since buqoYA days. I met this fashionista (I really love seeing her with sophisticated outfits) during the last class of BUQOYA. We had Twitter and facebook bonding too.
Ines Bautista-Yao
Ines Bautista-Yao is the author of One Crazy Summer, What’s in your Heart, and Only a Kiss. She has also written two short stories, “Flashbacks and Echoes,” which is part of a compilation called All This Wanting and “A Captured Dream,” one of the four short stories inSola Musica: Love Notes from a Festival.
She is the former editor-in-chief of Candy and K-Zone magazines and a former high school and college English and Literature teacher. She is also a wife and mom and blogs about the many challenges and joys of motherhood at theeverydayprojectblog.com. She has recently launched The Author Project, a section in her current blog devoted to the stories in her head: http://theeverydayprojectblog.com/inesbyao-author-project/
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I met Ines during the buqoYA class. She captured my reading habits when I read Plain Vanilla and Only A Kiss where she influenced me a lot! I would love to bond with her when opportunity allows it.
Charm Lee
Aspiring hero wanting to save the world. TV show addict. All around shy girl.
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Irish Fleur
Irish Fleur is a Licensed Pharmacist, cat lover and travel junkie who loves writing since she was seven years old.
August 2, 2016
#BuwanNgAkdangPinoy: Mga May-Akda sa #BuqoYA 1-Taking Chances
(MonthofFilipinoLiterature: The Authors of BuqoYA 1 – Taking Chances)
Sa buqoYA nagsimula ang aking paglalakbay bilang isang ganap na manunulat. datapwat meron na ako nailimbag na isang eBook, ang When Fate Speaks Big Time, dito ako nakilala nang husto. Kaya sobra ang pasasalamat ko kay Mina dahil siya ang ginamit ng Panginoon para magawa ko ang nilaan ng Panginoon para sa akin, ang maging may-akda.
(BuqoYA started my journey on being a full-pledge writer. Although I had a published book that time, When Fate Speaks Big Time, it boosted my career more. I want to thank Mina because she is the one God uses to fulfill my destiny in being an author.)
TRIVIA: ANG BUQOYA 1 AUTHORS LANG ANG COMPLETE ATTENDANCE NUNG LAUNCH. AHAHA. (During the book launch, BuqoYA 1 AUTHORS were the only group who were complete.)
Nung nalaman na namin na kaming 6 ang magkakasama, natatandaan ko na nagpaplan kaming 6 kung anu ang isusuuot at ibibigay namin sa bawat bibili ng aming libro Sa TWITTER. Meron pa kaming loot bags na panay Candy ang laman. ahaha!
(When the 6 authors knew that we were grouped together, i rememberm we planned on what to wear and what to give to our buyers. The conversation is on Twitter. We also have loot bags full of candies.)
Justine Camacho-Tajonera
Justine Camacho-Tajonera was born and grew up in Cebu City, Philippines. Despite starting a corporate career in telecommunications, she pursued an M.A. in English Literature to keep her close to her first love of writing.
She has had her poetry published in several anthologies and local publications and she has published two books: Artemis Lets Go, a novel, and Gift: Poems, her first collection of poetry. She maintains a poetry blog, Claiming Alexandria.
She works full time on a corporate job in the Philippines, is married and has two children.
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Nakilala ko si Justine nung una ako nakadalo sa huling klase ng #buqoYA. Super bait ni Justine.
(I met Justine during the last #buqoYA class. She is really kind!)
Rafael P. Pascual
Rafael P. Pascual is a 20-year old Mass Communication student at Universidad de Manila. He is a reader of romance, teen fiction, fantasy, horror, mystery and history. He is currently writing under the username raffythequizzard on Wattpad.com.
He also loves to read Wattpad books, particularly those published by Summit Media’s Pop Fiction imprint. He has attended the Wattpad seminar at the 35th Manila International Book Fair, the Pop Fiction Academy at the 1st Philippine Literary Festival, and the 3rd Pop Fiction Festival.
He currently lives in Navotas City with his mother and six other siblings.
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kung hindi ako nagkakamali, si raf lang ang lalaki sa amin. Naging parang kapatid ko na sya. naalala ko sobrang excited sya nung malaman nya na meron na sya tseke from buqo.
(If I am not mistaken, Raf is the only guy in the group. i treated him as a sibling. I remember, he is very excited about getting his first checks, he message me right away.)
Jen C. Suguitan
Jen C. Suguitan is a PR practitioner by day and a storyteller by night. Her love affair with words and letters led to a Journalism degree and stories cramped in her hard drive that the world has yet to see. She started writing professionally for a local broadsheet when she was seventeen, and she doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon. When she’s not writing, she’s probably thinking of what to write about next.
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Nakilala ko si Jen at naging kaibigan magmula noong Abril 2015. Naalala ko nung una kami magkita, sobrang gaan ang loob ko sa kanya. Hanggang sa ngayon ay magkaibigan pa din kami.
(I met Jen and we became good friends during April 2015. I remember, i became so comfortable to her right away. Upto now, we are still friends.)
Racquel Sarah A. Castro
Racquel Sarah A. Castro is living with Cerebral Palsy. She graduated with a Bachelor’s degree in Information Technology from AMA Computer College-Binan Campus. She wrote When Fate Speaks Big Time,Second Sight to Forever, Encyclopedia Mystique, The Fraud Hunter Book 1: Chasing an ATM Schemer, Stockholm Syndrome: A #WritebreakUpSongsAbout Story, and her autobiography, The Real Me.. Racquel is a geek, a math tutor, a food addict, a web designer, and a freelance programmer.
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Ako to! haha… (This is me!)
Six de los Reyes
Six de los Reyes has been reading and making up stories for as far as she can remember. In fifth grade, she learned to wield dragons and phoenixes through written word. Her day job has absolutely nothing to do with creative writing, and she wishes it did.
Sobrang proud ako dyan kay Six, lalo na ngayon na nakikilala na sya internationally. I could say na si Six yung nagbasa nung excerpt ko. (sobra bait nya talaga!) kaya love ko yan. Naks!
(I am so proud of Six especially now that she is starting to make her name known internationally. I could say that Six read my excerpt. (she’s really nice!) That’s why i love her!)
Kaye Dee
Some people say actions speak louder than words. But actions are temporary. Words are forever.
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Nakita ko si Kaye if i am not mistaken dun sa last na klase ng buqoYA. Sobrang bait nya nung maging friend ko na sya sa Twitter lalo na nung magkita kami in person.[image error]
(I met Kaye during the last class of BuqoYA. She has been nice to me when we became friends on Twiitter. Especially when I met her in person!)
August 1, 2016
#BuwanNgAkdangPinoy: Mina V. Esguerra @minavesguerra
Nakilala ko si Mina sa pamamagitan ng aking kapatid na si Christine. Nung nagsusulat ako ng una kong kwento na nalimbag noong nakaraang taon, si Christine ang nagpakilala sa akin sa mga kwento ni Mina V. Esguerra. Nung nabasa ko ang Fairy Tale Fail, Napagdesisyonan ko na idagdag sya sa Facebook.
Nakita ko na nagsasanay sya ng mga bagong manunulat kaya sumali ako sa buqoYA. Duon nagsimula ang matagal naming pagkakaibigan ni Mina. Ako na yata ang isa sa mga suki ni Mina sa mga worshops nya.
Bilang “Fairy GodMother of Romance Writers”, nagpapasalamat ako kay Mina V. Esguerra dahil suportado nya lahat ng mga anak nya sa pagsusulat.[image error]
Salamat Mina and Mahal ka namin![image error]
About Mina V. Esguerra
Mina V. Esguerra writes contemporary romance, young adult, and new adult novellas. Through her blog Publishing in Pajamas (minavesguerra.com), she documents her experiments in publishing.
When not writing romance, she is president of communications firm Bronze Age Media, development communication consultant, indie publisher, professional editor, wife, and mother. She created the workshop series “Author at Once” for writers and publishers, and #romanceclass for aspiring romance writers.
Her young adult/fantasy trilogy Interim Goddess of Love is a college love story featuring gods from Philippine mythology. Her contemporary romance novellas won the Filipino Readers’ Choice awards for Chick Lit in 2012 (Fairy Tale Fail) and 2013 (That Kind of Guy).
Contact her at minavesguerra [at] gmail [dot] com / @minavesguerra on Twitter.
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July 30, 2016
The Whitney Houston Show 2016: Live in Manila at the PICC, Plenary Hall on August 27 #WhitneyShowPH #WhitneyHoustonShowPH2016 #WhitneyShowMNL
The astounding tribute show taking the world by storm! A fun and heart-felt concert dedicated to the incomparable Whitney Houston. The Greatest Love Of All: The Whitney Houston Show celebrates the magnificent catalogue of hits that Houston made famous during her 30 year career. The 2 ½ hour concert and stage show includes hits such as ‘How Will I Know’, ‘I Wanna Dance With Somebody’, ‘Where Do Broken Hearts Go’, ‘Didn’t We Almost Have It All’, ‘I’m Every Woman’, ‘One Moment In Time’, ‘I Have Nothing’ and of course, ‘I Will Always Love You’ and many more.
Starring the breathtaking voice of Belinda Davids live in concert featuring the full production show from the US. Direct from sell out shows across Europe, plus a full band, dancers and theatrical effects, this show is not just a brilliant tribute but a spectacular concert experience in its own right and should not be missed!
In the wake of Whitney Houston’s tragic passing in 2012, her timeless music and awe-inspiring voice have received renewed appreciation from her legion of long-time fans and garnered a new generation of admirers who appreciate Whitney’s unique voice, undeniable talent and pervasive charm as a welcome contrast to the artists prevalent in today’s contemporary music.
In preparation for such an anticipated show, and in respect for Houston’s legacy, Showtime Management dedicated over 12 months to perfecting this production and finding the right star. After conducting over 15,000 auditions in 12 countries, accomplished South African vocalist BELINDA DAVIDS was selected to pay reverence to Houston with her carefully crafted renditions.
Don’t miss this critically acclaimed once in a lifetime live show of a tribute to a woman who has long been an icon of pop music and vocal ability, The Greatest Love Of All – The Whitney Houston Show Tour 2016 on Friday, August 26th, 8PM at the IEC Pavillon, Cebu City and on Saturday, August 27th at the PICC Plenary Hall, Pasay City, Manila.
Presented by DMC Philippines, in cooperation with Gotesco Group Of Companies, and Gruppo Group Of Companies. This event is also brought to you by Hotel Jen, the official residence and Novu hair. Special thanks to our media partners: NET 25, Eagle Broadcasting, RMN, 558 DZXL, 774 DWWW, Radyo Agila, 90.7 Love Radio, 95.5 Pinas FM, 96.3 Easy Rock, 97.9 Home Radio, 101.1 YES FM, 107.5 Wish FM, Business Mirror, Peoples Tonight, Philippine Daily Inquirer, Philippine Star, Manila Concert Scene, Philippine Concerts, and When In Manila. Tickets are now available at SM Tickets (www.smtickets.com) and Ticket World (www.ticketworld.com.ph) outlets.
July 26, 2016
[Guest Post] Writing My Autobiography: A Revitalizing Experience
Thanks fay! Read and be blessed!
Writing My Autobiography: A Revitalizing Experience
by Racquel Sarah A. Castro
I have given a chance to write my first Non-Fiction Book because of a nomination in the prestigious Virtue Christian Book Awards for my first published story, When Fate Speaks Big Time.
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July 25, 2016
Smile: The New Tool for Opposition
I smile when I saw a 1 star rating on my works
I smile when people judge me because I know in time they will eat their words and say Racquel is so blessed.
I smile when someone laughed at me because I know if they will only know me, i will laugh with them
I smile when people asked cruel questions because I know they will soon say sorry.
I smile because People get to notice my difference and see the goodness of God as they get to know me better.
When someone pulls you down, you just smile. I’ve been through a lot of things. Why am I continuing? It is for God, for my family and friends that has always been there to comfort me always. If you are in the midst of giving up, Just SMILE. BECAUSE IT IS PART OF GOD’S PLAN TO MAKE YOU BETTER
#JustAPrayerAwayPH: A prayer
Lord God,
I know I chose to be in this cruel industry. I know I can only rely on Your plans. I know that I cannot please everyone with the choice of plots I may write. Give me the courage to continue to write. I am in the midst of giving up but I can’t because it is my calling to give You the praise and honor. Give me the strength to overcome some people who is trying to pull me down. I will smile and let it go for Your own glory.
I just want to write. That’s all Father God. I will continue because it will help my family and myself. You give me this profession and I know You will sustain me.
Father God, give me Your will for my life.
In Jesus Name, Amen!
July 20, 2016
#HeistClub Blog Tour [Excerpts + Giveaway]
#HEISTCLUB BLOG TOUR
July 17-22, 2016
TBD Book Blog
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Here is my stop! Excerpts? Well, I am so SIPAG that i PASTE IT ALL HERE! (Haha)
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Arlene Manocot’s The Gung Ho Lady
STANDING IN FRONT of the hotel where he is staying, I am uncertain of what’s ahead of me. This is where my feet lead me and it is fucking crazy doing this creepy stuff. Hoping he is still here, I clench my fist. It has been two days, since the incident of meeting him transpired, and I am so damn thankful that he is not hurt from the accident. I feel like I am a stalker, but I have to do this. It is now or never.
The automatic glass door opens as I enter the building, nervous with my stalking tendency, the security guard makes his necessary inspections, an SOP in any establishments. My intention and plan right now makes me feel that I look like someone who will do unusual things. Meeting a man in his suite alone feels shameless, but insatiable.
As I approach the receptionist desk, I feel a bit insecure. She is presentable and that makes her look good, her hair smoothly pulled back in a bun. Her make up accentuates every part of her face that makes them stand out in a nice way. Those red lips can ignite any man’s craving. And on the other hand, I, pale and bare, meekly approach her. Seeing my reflection on the clear glass panel I have just passed by, I am incomparable to her. Wearing a red lipstick to put color to my naturally pale-violet lips, I feel sorry for myself. Having that lip color makes others think that I smoke, but it isn’t a vice for me, and I have to bear with it, and putting lipstick isn’t such a bad idea. Moreover, my clothes, no one will fail to see me in these, jeans and T-shirt. Scrutinizing myself from a reflection, I have in mind, I don’t look bad myself either, and saying that helps cheer and boost my self-esteem.
Through a phone call, the receptionist informs him upon presenting my ID. She is very articulate, she beams a smile at me at the end of the phone call and that gives me hope.
“He is expecting you Miss Dela Cruz.” That news makes me feel at ease. “It’s in the tenth floor.” She continues.
Trying to suppress these chaotic emotions I am having right now, I smile back at her. All these tension, excitement, happiness and fear, fear that this might be the last time I might see him, overwhelms me.
“Thank you Miss.” I climb in the elevator, wait for some moments to reach my destination. Incidentally alone, no one can see how fidgety I am. That’s a relief.
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Jessica E. Larsen’s The Flame Squad: Sly Prince
“That’s her, Mr. Police! That’s the girl who tried to steal my wallet!”
“Miss, could you please turn around?” the policeman said.
Blaze grimaced. Using the elastic band, which he always has around his wrist, he bundled his long hair and turned around. He glanced at the police who seemed taken aback when he smiled and faced the woman with an I’m-innocent look in his eyes. “I’m sorry, miss, but you are mistaken. I’m a boy you see.”
The woman studied him for a second then shook her head. She turned to the policeman. “No, I’m sure it’s him.”
“But you said it was a girl,” the policeman said, completely falling under Blaze’s façade.
The woman frowned. “Well, look at him! Anyway, I’m sure that he’s the one. He’s wearing the same clothes and has the same face.”
“Boy, you’re not lying right?”
Blaze faced the police confidently. “Of course not! I wouldn’t dare lie to a policeman.” He laughed inwardly. Yeah, right!
“He’s obviously lying!” The woman pointed. “Why don’t you check him, Mr. Police? He could be hiding more wallets. He could be a girl for all we know.”
“That’s right, you won’t mind if I check right?”
Blaze had hidden his newly collected wallets in a place where no one would put their hands in public, but the abnormal spark on the policeman’s eyes made Blaze nervous. Before he knew it, he was sprinting at full speed with the policeman on his tail.
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Yeyet Soriano’s The Retreat
The Trip
Simon
“I’m getting too old for this,” he whispered to himself. Simon was blindfolded, heading God knows where, via an air-conditioned van. He was sure he wasn’t alone, but they had been instructed not to talk. He wasn’t going to start breaking the rules now.
But he shouldn’t complain, because he agreed to this. He signed all the paperwork. I should have asked a lawyer to check them out, he thought belatedly. The invitation was just too good to pass up, and the danger and uncertainty attached to it appealed to his adventurous side. The organizers knew him, knew his background, and yet they still invited him.
“What the hell, I need to know what happens next . . . ,” he told himself, and at sixty years old, with his spanking new senior citizen’s card in his wallet, this might be the last big adventure of his life.
Rodney
She was excited and scared at the same time. She felt the familiar feeling of flying, so she was sure she was on a plane. Going to where, she wasn’t sure. After the two-hour van ride, they were ushered into a plane. She still had a blindfold on, and she was excited. Someone helped her up the steps and strapped her in. Something big was going to happen, she could feel it. The anticipation was in every pore of her body, and her heart was beating fast.
Philip
Philip wondered what the people back home would think when they found out he had gone on a trip without letting them know. He was sure there would be some kind of commotion. Not that he would be missed, specifically, but . . . well, they would need to know where he could be found. The attraction of this retreat for Philip, apart from the deal and the money, was the chance to disappear, at least for a while. To regroup. He needed to regroup, desperately. Plus, there was Stella, of course. An opportunity he just couldn’t pass up.
He felt the spray of water on his face. After the land and the air trip, he was now on a boat, going who knows where. Not too fast, but still pretty fast enough that the sea water sprayed his face from time to time.
Maggie
This is it, Maggie thought, when the motor of the boat stopped. After hours of travel, she had arrived where the retreat was going to be held. Her last manuscript copy was in her bag, with the required seven copies already submitted before the trip started, and although it hurt to write it, she knew she had to confront it when the time came for the reading. She would also need to deal with her gut feeling about this whole exercise and how she had a sneaking suspicion that this was all staged to get her here, at this point.
Well, I am ready, Maggie thought. Bring it on.
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Irene Recio’s Till Death Do Us Part
This Kiss
The night was beautiful. A million stars dotted the black velvet sky. The cold wind touched her face as she closed her eyes and reveled at the freshness of the air. She inhaled the crisp scent of pine tingling her nose, and tried to get as much of it inside her lungs as she possibly could. She stood on the balcony, looking at the trees surrounding the hotel like sentinels on stakeout duty. Dark shadows rising and falling as she trailed her eyes over the tree-covered landscape and tried to count them in the moonlight. She knew it was impossible, but it was something to do on this cool night. She raised her glass of bubbly champagne, and whispered, “Happy anniversary, babe,” and drank what little was left in it.
There was a sadness in her voice she couldn’t hide. Not even in the darkest of nights. This has got to be the suckiest anniversary celebration of all epic fails in the history of relationships, she thought as she hugged her shawl closer to her body. I’m probably in the most romantic place in the country. Yet here I am celebrating our anniversary alone. Again.
She bit her lip as these thoughts swam through her head. Her husband was supposed to meet her here. He was coming from a trip abroad. She drove eight hours to this mountain getaway, hoping to rekindle the fire they once had. With a sigh, she turned to go inside and helped herself to the chocolate covered strawberries that came with the room and to more champagne.
We wouldn’t want this expensive bubbly to go to waste now, would we?
She closed the sliding door behind her and from the corner of her eye, saw a shadow move. She dropped the shawl to floor as her eyes darted, following the movement. She moved cautiously, making sure that it wasn’t Moët’s 12% nor Chandon’s sparkling hypnotic effect playing tricks on her.
Her pulse started to race. A thin film of sweat formed on her brow despite the cold mountain air. She was certain she’d closed the door behind her when she entered the hotel room. She took a tentative step to the side and headed for the kitchen to grab a knife, flute glass still in hand.
Before she could reach the kitchen, a deep, raspy voice called out her name in the darkness. “Nikki.”
The crystal glass dropped from her cold, sweaty hand. The thud was swallowed by the thick carpet, preventing it from shattering into a million little pieces. Her eyes were wide as she looked up, adrenalin readying her body for anything. Just about anything right now. She desperately tried to recall the judo classes her dad made her take when she was fifteen years old. A lot of good that’ll do me now, but that’s all I got.
As her eyes adjusted to the dark, a familiar face materialized. “Matt!” Nikki exclaimed. “You came!” And she ran into his waiting arms.
“Of course I’m here, my silly Nikki girl.” Matthew chuckled, giving her a squeeze as she entered his arms.
She looked up at him and examined his six-foot frame. She tried to read his face. The fire burning in the hearth beside them cast dancing shadows on his unreadable face. She’d always joke about how he could be a champion poker player. He used this to his advantage in court during cross-examinations. But he also had a way of winning over anyone who would dare stand in his way. His usual megawatt smile would amp up, his charm rose a couple of notches higher, and his wit and humor would eventually break down any wall.
“You scared me half to death!” she exclaimed as she swatted his arm playfully.
“I’m sorry, babe. I wanted to surprise you. To tell you the truth, you half surprised me, too. What were you doing lurking in the dark?” he asked with a charming, teasing smile.
“I thought you wouldn’t show up again because of a work emergency or something,” she said with a little pout.
As usual, he ignored her. He tuned her out whenever the subject of his recurring absence came up.
“Happy seventh anniversary, Mrs. Villanueva. There’s no other place I’d rather be right now.” He leaned down to kiss her.
“Happy anniversary, Mr. Villanueva,” she replied, breathless from the long, slow kiss. He sure could kiss all her doubts away.
For now.
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Chris Nava’s High Stakes
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Mark Manalang’s Sampaguita
Keniichi and Jasmine darted out of the hallway and back to the karaoke bar’s main area. Everybody was busy partying when they arrived. Some of the patrons were singing onstage. A few of the waitresses were already seated with the other customers.
Many of the waitresses could barely hide their fear and disgust as their older patrons fondled and embraced them. Somehow it made Keniichi’s stomach turn. Jasmine, on the other hand, said nothing.
He led Jasmine to a corner of the bar and peeked at his surroundings, figuring out the fastest way out of the bar. He decided they should not be caught by Roda the pimp, Choi the “owner” of the karaoke bar, or the undercover cops, if they were around.
Keniichi held the teenager’s hand gently, letting his fingers entwine with hers. “Follow my lead, and don’t say anything,” he ordered. “Walk as fast as you can.”
Jasmine only looked back at him, slightly blushing even as the tycoon touched her hand with a scowl on his face.
Getting past the first few tables was easy, with everyone’s attention seemingly at their merrymaking. The space around the bar was crowded too. Slipping past the sea of customers was a breeze.
The last hurdle was moving to the exit.
The bouncers would definitely let him pass from there on out; he’s just a VIP taking out his new girl, after all. But between them and the door were a few more tables and a wide, well-lit “standing room” area, the least crowded section of the bar. It didn’t help that there were spotlights lighting up most of the floor.
Keniichi shuffled to a dim part of the bar, and lightly pushed Jasmine onto the wall. She let out a soft groan as she felt his heavy breath on her neck.
“Just a bit more,” he whispered. “Once we reach the exit, we’ll take my car and get…”
“Over here, Boss, your table is ready!”
The tycoon froze as he heard Choi’s voice a few meters away. He felt his chest wound burn when he recognized the bar owner, along with the last person he expected to encounter.
“Hey, what’s happening?” Jasmine whispered to him as she strained to look over the businessman’s shoulder.
“Everything’s in order, Boss! Your table is near the stage. We can call for the girls there!”
“Not now,” he mumbled again. “Not yet, not now!”
“What’s going on? Why are we stopping?” the teenager asked again.
Keniichi glanced around as quickly as he can. From afar, he surmised they looked like lovers making out in a public area, and nobody would easily recognize them. However, the physical and environmental camouflage he had simulated would be busted anytime soon.
Confronting Calvo was the least of his worries for now. His priority was to get Jasmine out of there.
Jasmine tugged at his arm hard, and gestured at the dark-skinned man approaching them. “Hey,” she whimpered, “that guy… that guy is…”
His eyes opened wide as his gaze met the dagger looks of the bald-headed dark man who has somehow noticed his presence from afar.
“That guy,” the waitress whispered again, “he’s… he’s…”
“Hey, the Japanese guy,” the dark-skinned man called out to them from afar in a threatening voice, “Hold on a sec.”
Just before Calvo could approach Keniichi and Jasmine, the able-bodied figure of a clean-cut young man appeared between them. The man was wearing a black jacket, and a handgun bulged on his side, while a lanyard hung on his neck.
“NBI,” the man intoned as he flashed his ID card. “Mr. Calvo Gupit, got a minute?”
Pandemonium immediately broke at the karaoke bar as Calvo pulled out a gun and opened fire.
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Georgette S. Gonzales – Classified (A Prologue to Les Dames des Fleurs)
DANILO SLUMPED on the floor of his room, panting hard. His stomach lurched and he hurried to the bathroom to empty its contents into the toilet bowl. He retched so bad, he thought his intestines would spill out of his mouth, too.
Weak and spent, he sat on the cold, damp tiles doing breathing deeply so he could calm down and clear his thoughts. He clutched his Galaxy Note 4 tight, needing to protect the little device. It held a lot of important information already and must not fall into the wrong hands.
Death. Destruction. Thousands of innocent lives. Indigenous people whose forefathers had founded that community and lived there far longer than any of the present locals have ever walked this earth. And he got all the evidence he needed to pin this thing on the perverts.
The hidden files contained correspondence, CONTRACTS! – all signed by the sender and recipient; bank statements and documentation of money transfers; a list of names to whom the disbursements were made; a map; photos….
The Governor was in on it, certainly, although he himself was not hands on in the mission. He was there only as the boss. The big man whose thumbs up was much awaited to make things possible. He also made sure everyone was well covered up for otherwise, he was going down. Colonel Clemente and Police Chief Inspector Jesus Bermejo, the two highest ranking military and police officer of the region, with their host of corrupt military and PNP minions, were the ones who orchestrated and manned the actual dirty work.
Of course, some local government heads, individuals with no government affiliation but who must hold some important designation somewhere for them to deserve to be paid in millions were in the payroll, too and… Shit. Pretty much every big named politician was in on this up to Manila. The municipal mayor, however, was left out of the loop and that did not surprise Danilo. Mayor Gascon was from a rival political party. It was actually more of a surprise Gascon won the mayoralty race during the last elections.
Hands shaking, he selected all the photos he took of the hard evidence he found, uploaded them in an electronic folder, encrypted the file and sent it via email to his contact, praying this contact gets the message soon.
As an afterthought, he composed a message, something that wasn’t a total giveaway that could link the recipient to this incident, and sent it to his one remaining family.
Then he took out his SIM card, destroyed it and flushed it down the toilet. He erased all information on his phone, too, just in case. If he was lucky, he would be able to leave that property by morning without incident. He could still get back to Manila and move on like nothing happened.
He wasn’t lucky.
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Porcupine Strongwill – Corpus Delicti
She clings to her husband in fiery languishing; she has been waiting for this night— a night of deliberate rekindling and affirmation.
He has been away more often. The last one a fortnight. “For a military operation,” he would always say— each time over the phone; each time without forewarning nor specificity, not even with her, his wife. The routine episodes have prompted her to start suspecting things; to give meaning to his recent deep reflections of empty walls and untouched cups of coffee— to his long, silent baths and mindless saunters up and down the stairs, to and fro the kitchen perimeters, as he let the late night news grumble on in the unoccupied living room. Could he be distressing solely for work? Yet she wondered otherwise. Perhaps something had gone askew. Something with, if not only somewhat related to their marriage.
Don’t leave me, she thinks to herself, her mouth groping for his. She is trying to follow his rhythm but it is too unsteady; their movements would not synchronize. She is now frustrated. She fights, hard, under his weight, her arms tightly clasped around his neck, her fingernails clawing at his skin.
Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me, her mind chants to itself.
He would not leave, she has tried to tell herself. He loves her. He has said so. Promised even to stay with her for a lifetime. For better or for worse, till death do them apart— that was the vow; Father Iman and God were the witnesses.
No; he would not abandon her. There is no reason to. He has built a home with her. He is happy with her and their three-year-old son. He would not leave.
But why does she sense something? Why is there the soft song of silence seemingly screaming something? Is it all in her head?
Against the occurring disproportion, she final arrives at the crest with him, and they are one once again.
Don’t leave me…
“What do you mean?” His voice, tired and dreamy, breaks her thoughts. Slowly he rolls to her side. “I’m right here.”
At first she couldn’t look at him; but once she does, she stares, tracing around his eyes, the wrinkles which are more evident under the low light, reminding her that she and he are apart by almost a score.
“I know my job has been asking more of me, but you know that no matter how long I stay out, I’ll always come back. I’ll always come home.”
She starts to cry.
“Is something wrong?”
“I’ve just missed you so much.”
And he wraps his arms around her fragile body, and kisses her sweat-stained forehead.
“I’m here,” he whispers. “I won’t leave you.”
Of course, her husband would always come home. If there have been changes, it’s only because he has had so much on his mind. He is burdened by his job, and she must do her best to ease him, not worry with him about senseless things.
“I love you,” he breathes into her neck.
And she forgets her fret.
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J. Guibone – Soul Makers: A Golden City Mystery
“I found something,” she said, breathless. She hadn’t changed, but at least there was already a band-aid on the side of her forehead. “You need to see this, Detective.”
He didn’t even correct her. She turned around and led Hans back out the hardware store. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
Cryptic as ever.
He followed her to the backyard, keeping his gun down, but his eyes and senses on high alert.
They stopped at a freshly dug hole.
“Look down,” Sabrina said.
Hans went around the hole, and goose bumps crawled up his arms. He was, unmistakably, looking down at a corpse wrapped in a clear tarp.
“That’s not the only one.”
“What do you mean?”
Sabrina jerked her head over his shoulder. Hans turned around, and the tingly sensation of terror spread to his spine and the back of his neck.
Four other holes.
“Jackson helped me put my theory to the test,” Sabrina said. “Before I sent him to go ask for help.”
“Four holes?” Just now, he could see his breath in the cold air. Hans turned back to the girl. “Four bodies?”
But she shook her head. “Each hole has three bodies. Jackson and I just followed which piece of earth looked fresh and soft, and then we dug.” She stepped forward. “I think she re-arranged them, placing more bodies into one hole.”
“Why? For what purpose?”
“To make room for more bodies.”
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Michael Recto – Come with Me
“Moira, what’s your deepest wish?” Niko asked out of the blue. She was caught off-guard by the frivolous shift in conversation.
“My…deepest wish? Um, why did you suddenly ask me that?”
“Hmm? Is it bad to ask? I just want to know.” Niko’s expression was still jovial but a little bit serious. It almost left Moira vulnerable.
“Y-you first! Since you asked it.” Moira challenged Niko with a polite smile. She needed to put up her defenses again.
“Well. Ok!” Niko accepted the challenge, freed his hands of utensils he was using, and heaved a sigh before speaking. “I just want to keep Mama happy.” He continued, answering with an optimistic smile. “Mama is always tired. I can tell. Her job makes a lot of people happy so someone needs to do it for her too. Someone also needs to keep her happy.” He looked at Moira who was already listening intently. “So I just want to be that person. I just want to stay with Mama so that she won’t lose her smile when she’s tired.”
Moira was silenced. He looked deep into Niko’s joyful eyes and it was painful. Niko broke the silence afterwards.
“There! Your turn now.” said Niko. Moira tried to choose her words carefully but she couldn’t shake the image of Niko’s smile. For once, she felt comfortable enough to let down her guard.
“Um, I just…want to have more birthdays.” Moira smiled while she said, looking away from Niko as if she was expecting him to laugh.
“Ok? Why? You never had birthdays?” Niko asked dumfounded.
Moira couldn’t help but giggle at Niko’s startled expression. “Of course I did silly! And they were fun!” said Moira. “The last one I had, I loved the food that Tita Mena cooked for me, Tito Ador bought me the most beautiful and delicious cake, and Tatay…” Moira paused for a bit, almost choked, and continued speaking. “Tatay helped me blow the candles because they were too many. I couldn’t blow them all away.”
Niko simply nodded as he mulled over what Moira said. “Honestly, I don’t understand it. Of course you’ll have more birthdays. But…”he paused and gave another smile. “If that’s your wish, it’ll be my wish for you too.”
Moira’s eyes lit up upon hearing this. “Really?”
“Yeah! You’re my friend. I’ll help you fulfill your wish!” Niko’s face blushed at Moira’s gaze.
“Thank you…” Moira’s voice trailed off. She was touched that Niko called her a friend.
The atmosphere in next few minutes fell silent yet warm and inviting. Moira wanted it to last longer but she knew that time was already running out. Everyone will be called back from lunch break soon. She had to do what she came for.
She started putting her utensils and lunch box away and stuffed them back into her shoulder bag. She then took her iPhone out and saw that the map with the red dot is still on the screen, certain that her folks still know where she is. After putting the phone back into her pocket, she stood up, and turned to Niko.
“Niko, as a friend, I have a favor to ask of you.” Moira said to Niko who was also putting his lunch box and utensils away.
“Sure. What is it?” Niko answered. Moira glanced longingly at Niko. She then held out a hand and said,
“Come with me.”
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Justine Camacho-Tajonera’s Bayawak’s Trail
It takes Marian another two hours, one hour by habal-habal, the common form of transport in Bislig—a motorbike rigged with a piece of wood so that more passengers can be accommodated—and another hour by hiking with her guide, Jon-Jon Bitao, to get to the forest. She enjoys the break between the habal-habal and the hike the most because of her drop-off point to meet Jon-Jon—at Tinuy-an Falls.
Marian feels incredibly lucky to see the waterfalls. She’s heard about it from her Mindanaoan classmates but seeing it herself is a highlight of her journey. It’s a weekday so there are no tourists or pleasure seekers nearby, just the gushing water and the expanse of forest behind the falls. It’s one of the widest falls she’s ever seen, its three tiers spanning ninety-five meters across and fifty-five meters high. No wonder it’s called the Niagara Falls of Mindanao. She walks to the wooden bridge that crosses over the basin of the waterfalls to get a better view. She stands in the middle of the bridge, just watching the curtain of water flowing and enjoying the breezy afternoon. Jon-Jon said he would meet her at the waterfalls. She sees someone waving to her from the right side of the bridge. They’d agreed to meet at the bridge. Seeing that there was no one else around, Jon-Jon must have known she was the guest visiting his village. Jon-Jon is short and wiry, his hair in a bun at his nape. He is wearing a traditional red jacket made of woven abaca and modern cotton trousers.
“Miss Marian?” he asks.
“Yes, I’m Marian Malabanan and you must be Jon-Jon.”
“Yes, ma’am. I’m here to take you to the MSIT school. Have you been waiting long?”
“No, I just got here. I was just enjoying the view. Tinuy-an Falls is beautiful.”
Jon-Jon smiled proudly. “It is beautiful. Have you heard about how it got its name?”
“No, I haven’t. Can you tell me the story?” Jon-Jon was glad to oblige.
“It is said that long ago some tribes from Agusan came to enslave our people, the tribes of the Magdiwata Mountain. They forced us to hunt for them and even to build boats called barotos. The people of Magdiwata Mountain longed for freedom. The opportunity came when their masters asked them to take them across the river. They ferried their masters on the river and, knowing about the waterfalls which their masters did not, they forced the small boats toward the waterfall and abandoned their masters as they fell to their deaths. Tinuy-an is a shorter version of tinuyo-an or a deliberate act. This is the deliberate act that gave the waterfall its name.”
“I see. That’s very fascinating. Just a little sad.”
“A little sad?”
“Because they had to murder their masters.”
“Freedom comes at a cost,” Jon-Jon replies. Marian is surprised by the sadness and the wisdom of his words.
“Come, we have to start hiking to our village before it gets dark.” It’s not the first time that Marian has gone camping in the wilderness, so she knows how essential the daylight is for any activity outside civilization. She follows Jon-Jon’s quick pace.
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Bianca Mori’s Snakehead
“Miss Claire,” he called out cheerfully. The street may have changed, but by God he’d still remained neighborly.
She looked up, looking faintly puzzled and squinted. He stepped out of the shadows of the plants and waved his atomizer at her.
“Mang Max,” she smiled. “How are the orchids today?”
“Good, good,” he grinned. “Don’t let me keep you – I just wanted to say hi.”
“I’ll be on my way,” she nodded pleasantly. Max turned back to his orchids and was surprised when she called him a minute later. She was frowning.
“What is it?” he stepped outside the gate. He followed her gaze to the end of the street, where the cement suddenly disappeared and the creek gaped like a gash in the city. There was a crowd there, and they all seemed to be looking down. “I better look and see.”
He could feel her following close on his heels as he approached the crowd. There were people from Sampaguita and from the slums among those standing by the water’s edge, and they all had that strange mix of exhilaration and fear and disgust and excitement he’d come to know well. It’s what onlookers gave off when they saw a terrible accident. Or a crime scene.
A woman at the edge of the crowd – he recognized her at the lady who owned the sari-sari store at the other end of the street, the one with a Lotto franchise – shook her head as she turned away from the crowd and gagged.
Max pushed forward, the onlookers making way when they recognized the former cop in their midst.
“Mang Max,” said Aling Letty, who was at the very lip of the creek. She pointed down.
The body was face down in the shallow, garbage-strewn water. Long black hair floated against the rocks like waterweeds; a lock tangled around a plastic cup. Her short white dress was bunched up around her waist, revealing her bare bottom to the world. Max felt a sudden pang, wanting to find a blanket or a piece of cardboard or anything to cover her nakedness.
“Oh God,” gasped Claire, and Max stepped to shield her from the sight. “You don’t have to see this,” he said, gently pushing her back into the crowd. “Please. You might be late for work?” She shot him a stricken look, unable to stop staring at the body. Then, with a glance of fear at him, she wrenched her gaze and left.
He turned to Aling Letty, who was now clucking and clutching at her chest. “Aling Letty, may I use your cellphone?”
“I’m sorry; my load is nearly finished,” she said apologetically.
He sighed. Was he the only one who still kept a landline on the street anymore? “Carlo,” he called to the man in the yellow barangay tanod vest, standing nearest the body. “Don’t let anyone move her. I’m going to call the precinct.”
“Already texted them,” said the burly watchman.
“I’ll still call them.” Max snorted. Texting. Honestly. ‘Patay d2 punta p0h kyo’. ‘Dead body here’ in mangled textspeak.
Couldn’t even dignify the dead with an actual conversation.
He reached his cool, dim house and dialed the phone mounted near the door.
“April?”
“Tito Max?”
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Mine! The Fraud Hunter Book 1: Chasing an ATM Schemer
I hear a warning shot. I run to the gas station with my stilettos in my hand. It is that bastard again. Gabe Jacinto, the fraud hunter, has been a pain in my ass for the longest time.
Damn, he’s coming my way!.
“Hey you!” Jacinto shouts at me.
I point my gun at him and and shoot.
“You won’t catch me!” I taunt him.
He runs toward me. I hurriedly hide at a nearby convenience store but, damn it, he’s right behind me! This guy can run.
“You can’t get away with this!” Jacinto warns me as he enters the store.
“I can!” I laugh out loud. “You’re stupid!”
I peek out of my hiding space behind a huge shelf and shoot him again and bulls-eye!
“What the . . .” I sneak a peek and saw that the bastard is holding his left shoulder. It gives me just enough time to run away.
“I will see you again!” I shout as I leave him bleeding.
I have to admit that my life has always been like this . . . Spot-Get-Run.
Yes, I am Teri Francisco . . . The Great Teri Francisco.
“Teri Francisco!” Gabe Jacinto shouts and shoots
Shit, doesn’t that guy ever stop? I jog as fast as I can on the street, suddenly feeling a dull pain in my arm. I see my car driving up in full speed toward me and I am just closing the door behind me when Jacinto shoots again.
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