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Solace at Blackberry JamSolace at Blackberry Jam by Anjelica EnajeSolace at Blackberry Jam
Realizing that it was the first day of summer, I had to smile and breathe in the aroma of fresh-cut green grass. A few clouds accompanied the sun as they watched over Dr. John's Blackberry Jam music festival. The trip to the festival was hell, since no one had a sense of direction or was mindful of his or her tone of voice. But I was very fortunate to take solace outside the car window as we passed by numerous corn stalks and spacious lush fields. If my iPod hadn't lost its life in the middle of the drive, I would have been drifting in oasis. But at least the frustrated scre
by ~anjel-pinaya
Dear Cherry: LiarCherry Chronicles: Liar by Anjelica EnajeDear Cherry: Liar
20th day of the Spring season
Dear Cherry,
The closet door screeches, The bones scratch the wood. The wastebasket overflows With blood-stained tissues.
No one suspected anything, That is, anything wrong. The silence creeped them. Sullen air, I breathed. Worried faces, intimidating. Open smiles, plastic.
My activity was kept secret: Hushed slurs near adults, Embraced in arms I do not love, A drunken kiss, All under innocent cover-up.
So what
by ~anjel-pinaya
90-percent Kissable90% Kissable A (really) short story by Anjelica Enaje90-percent Kissable
Every girl, from the time she plays with Barbie dolls and as a housewife, thinks about her first kiss. This magical thing where her soft lips touch the quivering lips of a boy she really likes. How those lips abraise together and eventually stay adhesive as they part. Sometimes, they smack apart. Now that's a sweet, subtle fantasy.
That moment almost came for Ayla. She, in the firm amrs of Emile the modest nerd, leaned in ever-so slowly. Her gut contracted, caging in the monarch butterflies. She didn't plan on kissing this boy, but if the thought temp
by ~anjel-pinaya
Loose ThreadLoose Thread by Anjelica EnajeLoose Thread
The fine thread, the color of blood, Attached to the pinky of two people, Destined to live together in life Even if they don't know it
Some threads are so strong: No matter the pull, the cut, It holds like titanium But the heart is gold
Some threads are frail: Can be easily sliced And lost in the wind Thus another failure at love
Some threads are lucky: One too many times snipped, But can be tied together again Leaving so many thin bows
But our thread is different,
by ~anjel-pinaya
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