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Xavi wrote: "Unleash yourself. Write something spontaneously. It doesn't matter what genre or language. English, Tagalog, Bisaya, Ilongo, Chavacano, etc., It doesn't matter. A poem, short story, a paragraph, it..."I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't believe I'm standing on a ledge of a building. I can't believe I'm about to jump.
I can hear the people screaming my name below. I can hear the sirens and the megaphone, pleading for me to step back. I can hear the women crying, praying for my safety. Firemen in yellow coats rushed into the building. Police men cordoning off the area, to keep the bystanders away from a possibility of blood splattering across their clothes and faces once I hit the concrete asphalt.
I can't believe it. I can't believe how hollow I feel inside as I feel the breeze here on the rooftop of the 51st floor. How will my face look like? I wonder. I take a step forward and jump. I can't believe I'm doing--
I can't believe that I... fell in love. And staying in love is also a wonderful thing.
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Maria Ella wrote: "I can't believe that I... fell in love. And staying in love is also a wonderful thing.
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That's wonderful! :)
I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm about to walk down the aisle. I'm about to marry the man I love... The man whom I will spend the rest of my life with and I can't wait. My perfect dress will take everyone's breath away. A sweetheart bust filled with handsewn Swarovski crystals and a train that goes on forever. It is, after all, a Michael Cinco. My parents will cry a river, and my friends will gush with secret envy that they, too, will be married someday. Ha! Let them wish all they want.I watch as the colossal church doors open. Finally, after a year of booking this church, I can now enter its legendary, magnificent threshold. I hear a collective gasp. Flashes of light as beloved guests capture this moment. My moment. My moment of happiness. I walk slowly, ever so gracefully in my brand-new Jimmy Choos. I smile underneath my delicate, laced veil.
Murmurs. No music. That's all I hear. Buzzing like bees. I look from left to right but the flashes blind me, I cannot see their faces. The buzz grew louder. I begin to feel a lump in my throat. I walk down this very long aisle. I see my maid of honor at the very end, shaking her head. My parents, holding to each other, crying.
I look up at the altar. The priest pursed his lips, as if to say, this is the end. My groom. My husband-to-be, was nowhere to be found. I can't believe it. I can't believe I'm being left in the altar. I look back. Everyone of them was recording my moment. My moment of humiliation...
I can't believe I'm doing this. There are many others out there, but why am I the only one who is willing to do this? Fuck.
It's because you need to save your daughter, asshole. I reminded myself. I pictured my daughter, lying with mechanical tubes to help her breath in that depressing hospital room.
Right, to save Julie. And this is the best plan I can come up with?
I cocked the loaded gun. I exhaled as I remove the safety. It's now or never. I pushed the giant glass doors of the bank casually.
People were busy. No one has noticed yet. I shot the ceiling. Twice.
"This is hold-up! I bellowed as I showed them what's underneath my jacket. A timed bomb.
People screamed. I pointed a gun at a frightened teller. "You call the cops and this bank will blow up in seconds. Hands up! Everybody on the ground!"
I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't believe I'm robbing a bank to save my daughter.
Don't edit, don't hold back on your thoughts or language or feelings. Don't mince your words. Write as fast as you can. Whatever terrible things that comes to mind, write them down. It will be awful but you need to get it out there. No judgment. Unleash your inner demons.
Rules: Just write for 5 minutes straight then hit post.
Start with these phrase: "I can't believe I'm doing this... (Di ako makapaniwala na gagawin ko 'to...)"