No friends, lots of enemies; better. Better than nothing at all. Well, that’s just a bit description of my life. My miserable life.

Weird apperance, weird name, weird skills. Everything about me, all of them... Complete boredom and weirdest things.

Weird apperance; long curly hair, eyeglasses on my eyes with eyebags, always wearing black longsleeves and long skirts, always holding a book. Old fashioned as a witch, they said. Weird.

Weird name; I’m Eris Harrington. Sounds cool, right? Eris. Wanna know the meaning of that? Eris is the Goddess of chaos, strife and discord. She is the opposite of Harmonia according to Greek mythology. Okay, me? Goddess of war? Of distraction? Fine.

Weird skills; I don’t have superpowers. I’m not an Air bender nor a superhero. What do I have? I can see something and someone that others cannot see. Simplest explanation? I can see ghosts, spirits, and even other creatures. Seems familiar and simple? Here’s the weirdest and a bit terrifying part: whenever I see ghosts to anyone, they will surely die. I don’t know why, and I don’t know how to save or even warn those people without scaring them. I actually approached some of them before but it all ended up like I was a freak. And until now, I am a freak for everyone. Pretty fun, right?

Then a guy came. Unfortunately, he was a ghost. The first time we have met, I didn’t have any idea that he would change my whole life. But a big cloud of confusion came too when he entered my life: who’s next? Who will die?

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#paranormal #horror #thriller #suspense #scifi #romance

Maybe we should fall multiple times just to stand firmly on the ground.

Maybe we should lose what’s important to us just to appreciate what we have.

Maybe we should experience the absence of something just to appreciate its presence.

But most importantly, maybe we should learn how to let go, move forward and accept what’s unchangeable.

When God is sending strong thunders to us, that doesn’t mean He is mad.

When God is rising the ocean for us, that doesn’t mean He is punishing us.

God is giving us challenges for us to be stronger, braver and smarter.

God always love us.

Those are the spirits of a strong fighter and faithful warrior.

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#prose #faith #challenge

Plush enthrallers, expounders of joy,

On emotional sinews you toy,

More intense feeling do you spark,

Than more similar creatures embark,

For, though being of fur, tail, and paw,

Your knack for empathy invokes awe,

Greater knowledge of foundation known,

Than beings of investigation shown,

And though our time is seldom as short,

A mark transcending time -- you report,

Like parchment airplanes soaring through wind,

Short lived beauties we continue to send,

An endless cycle, never to cease,

Between us and beings of fleece.

People think that love is about sweetness and being flawless. But no, love is about truth. You need to understand that love isn’t always about happy ending.

The moment you show your true personality to somone, the moment you embrace their worst sides, the moment you accept the differences between “you” and “them” - that’s love.

Love doesn’t have to be perfect, it has to be true.

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#romance #fiction #flashfiction

I was so damaged: in and out. I was full of fears and scars. I used to be hard-hearted, not just hard-headed. I pushed away people, built the tallest wall and exclude happiness as an emotion. And so I became the scariest demon. ’Til you came.

You came out of nowhere and showed me your kindness like a sword stabbing me multiple times. I don’t like the way you act like this world isn’t cruel at all. I don’t like the way you smile like people aren’t demons. I don’t like your positivity about everything like there’s nothing to be mad, sad, or whatso. Then one day, we had this heart-to-heart talk. You shared your past. You shared your painful, tragic story. That one day, I saw something. I realized something: I was blind, numb and dumb. I was blind for not looking for the bright side, numb for not feeling luckier than you, and dumb for not knowing the truth about what life is. You had all the reasons and chances to prove everyone that this world isn’t fair, yet you managed to be fine. You were dying inside, yet still managed to shine, just like the stars when the night came out. You had all the proofs you needed to just stop living, but you fought back. You came out of nowhere, shared everything, like you knew me for so long. Like we knew each other long time ago, and just continuing what we had started. And by that, I thanked you. Not just for sharing what you have. I thanked you for saving me and my heart.

Now that the darkness is starting to reign over you, I promise to be your light. Now that giving up is your only choice, I promise to lift you up. Now that you are starting to get tired of everything, I promise to be by your side whatever it takes until you fight back once again and realize why you started this battle. Your battle is my battle. I may not be your sword, which can destroy all your worries and failures. But I promise to be your shield that will protect you against all odds. Tell me all of your negativities in life, and I’ll tell you how beautiful your soul is. And by the way, you don’t have to be a knight in shining armor because I’ll be the one who will save you.

Take this note from a risk-taker: I do break rules, I always do that. But never the promises. Promises aren’t meant to be broken. Promises are meant to be kept, and so are you. Wait and see, just go and proceed. I will always be here. By your side, behind your back, anywhere and everywhere.

I will save you.

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#writealetter #ToTheManWhoCaughtMyHeart #fiction #prose #story #flashfiction #romance

Damn it!!! Whenever I see him, I feel ridiculous. My eyes glazed over. "Best friend I think he's looking at me from the stage!" "Oh, wait, or is he looking over my head at the dj booth so they can cue his next track?" I'll go with the first one. My intention is always to play it cool like I'm just a casual fan. The real truth is I hijacked my best friend and drove over three hours to see him in a more intimate setting. That was only after seeing him once before live. Dude makes me goofy...on the inside. I am over thirty, yet crushing on him makes me feel like I'm twelve. I found out last week that he has the same birthday as someone who is very influential and close in my life. Immediately, I was like, "IT"S A SIGN!" A few weeks before that, I bought a VIP ticket to meet him up close this November. I'm practicing right now being nonchalant. I don't want my hands to shake or my knees to lock up when he takes a picture with me. My heart will be racing, and I may or may not have double vision. He doesn't even know me. I'm literally just the silhouette of a face in the crowd.

I miss you.

These words feel like deja vu.

The last time I heard them, they were coming from my lips.

It’s funny the things you use to miss are now the things you live to forget.

The only things I miss now are the banana pudding I had twice last week and my bed. Jaded.

It would be cute if these words were attached to a human being but that’s too much stress. Cynical.

I don’t want to miss people that decide to leave.

Choices were made and words were said.

Unlike food, I can’t swing buy to pick up love on my way home from work.

Unlike my bed, you will never be waiting for me to come home.

I’m not making anymore room for people I will have to miss.

I’m over waitng for you to say I miss you, too.

@dream