Looking Back At My “Fictional” Attempts

Photo source: kidsinthekichen.blogspot.com

Photo source: kidsinthekichen.blogspot.com

I don’t tell you this often enough but I’m really grateful for your taking the time to read my stories. Cheesy but I can’t thank you enough. And it just warms my heart that some of you may be numbers on my blog stats and unknown faces from halfway across the world but I’ve already shared a lot about my inner thoughts and quirks.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Today, I was rereading my old posts and decided I want to re-post some of my favorite fictional stories. If you haven’t read them, here’s your chance. If you have, please tell me what you think about them.


The first one is called Purple and Red. It’s about a woman with an intense need for affiliation and a low self-esteem. It also hints physical abuse.

Maybe you locked yourself in your room grieving the silence of the phone. Did he forget your birthday or was it anniversary? You wanted to paint your bedroom red but you are waiting for his approval. So now it’s still the lifeless gray that matches your gloom.

You may read the full story here.


The second one is the love of a witch and a prince called Witching Hours.

The prince had a recurring nightmare of riding his horse on the forest and running after a woman in a billowing red skirt. But before he could catch her, he gets thrown off the horse.

For the full story, just click here.


The third is about a rainy morning and the memories that pour with the drops on the window pane.

And on rainy mornings, I stay in bed and look out the window and wonder if you still look up at the sky and ask why she’s crying.

The full story is  here.



Again, thank you so much, everyone.

PS. Enjoy the rest of your day.

The Boy Who Left

The title would have worked better if the past tense of leave is leaved. Get it? Haven’t heard of Harry Potter?

So this is about the boy who left. Well, not really as much as the girl. Same old story, they were friends. Nothing special about the friendship though. What she liked about him is that he listens or at least pretends to. He would ask her about everything from commuting to food to shoes to games. She was happy to oblige. He would flirt from time to time but she would dismiss it and thought it harmless. Then one day he kissed her. She felt odd that she was not surprised. She would say the kiss was nice because she really does not have other words to describe it. It was not spectacular or terrible or boring. It was just nice.

Happy ending, right? In the perfect world, your friend becomes your lover and you live happily ever after. Well, not so much in the not-so-perfect world. Plus the title gave the ending away, didn’t it?

So moving on with the story after they have kissed. The girl vanished, not in the vanished into thin air fashion although that would have been way cooler. Just the classic 21st century kind of disappearing act. No text messages. No calls. No instant messages. No emails. Then they saw each other again after a few months. He asked her why she left. She couldn’t think of a decent answer. She simply said, “because I’ve always had the taste for self-destruction.”

And so the boy left never to be heard from again.