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Murdered by Cliche

TUESDAY. 1:20PM. That particular Manila afternoon was killing me. The rainy season was supposed to have begun a few weeks ago but there I was, sweltering in my room and cursing for all I was worth because the damn freaking weather wasn’t helping me write something. The heat was unbearable and it was eating up what little stored energy I had. It didn’t help that my PC was also having one of its seizures — restarting itself even if I was in the middle of a program.

Banging the mouse forcefully on the table, I got up, strode to where the airconditioning unit was installed, and turned it to full blast. I decided to discard my t-shirt, free-throwing it to the corner where the laundry basket was placed. I missed my mark, the sweat-stained shirt ending up lying rumpled on the floor. I would have wanted to take off my blue jersey shorts too but thought it awkward and downright disturbing to be writing with nothing but my briefs on. Continue reading “Murdered by Cliche”

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Project Alexander – Chapter I

Fact 1:

In 2011, a manuscript written in a strange code was found beneath the ruins of a castle in Barcelona, Spain.

Two years later, a group of archaeologists from the Loyola University in America was able to decipher parts of the manuscript. To their surprise, it was written in colloquial Tagalog, a native language of the Philippines using the baybayin script.

Until now, they still have no idea how it came to be, nor how it got there in the first place.

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Fact 2:

I know how it came to be and how it got there in the first place.

~~~ Continue reading “Project Alexander – Chapter I”

The Curse of the Trencavels – Chapter II

The Man Without a Face
Montpellier
April 1067

The man without a face couldn’t find the right word. And it made him uglier. His withered face, remnant of a once handsome face ravaged by the plague, was twisted into concentration.

Querabin?

He couldn’t find the right word that he knew succinctly described the beautiful creature frolicking naked by the river. Those infernal priests and their Latin! He cursed. The creature was a boy child of about eight summers or so. The boy was breathtakingly beautiful. Golden locks which were naturally curled on their ends. Skin almost as pure as snow. And the eyes. They were the bluest eyes he had ever seen.

Serubin? Continue reading “The Curse of the Trencavels – Chapter II”

The Curse of the Trencavels – Chapter I

Raengarde Galen
Chateau Comtal, Carcassonne
February 1067

The sleepy little castle town of Carcassonne awakened early. From nearby villages came donkey carts laden with produce. In the air were sounds of wooden wheels; of bleating goats and braying donkeys trotting into market. By the time the church bells began ringing for the morning Angelus, merchants emerged like insects and commenced shouting their wares. At once, the soft hubbub of noises turned into an almost deafening cacophony of sounds. Another uneventful day in Carcassonne has begun.

Raengarde Galen, now 51 and plump as a fattened pig, pushed herself up in bed, her ears assaulted by the familiar noise. Continue reading “The Curse of the Trencavels – Chapter I”

The Curse of the Trencavels – Prologue

Ermengarde de Foix
Chateau Comtal, Carcassonne
December 1066

 

She will kill herself today, she has decided. She made that decision while Uncle Raymond was still spurting his foul seed inside her, his eyes closed in blissful orgasm.

With just a few more thrusts, her daily descent to hell was over. Sex with Uncle Raymond was always a speedy affair; one of the very few things in life she’s still thankful for.

“You’re the only woman who can make my limbs tremble with so much pleasure, my dear.” Count Raymond-Bernard Trencavel, now standing beside the wooden bed and fully-clothed, smiled softly, the hint of suppressed lust still hovering over his quivering lips. Continue reading “The Curse of the Trencavels – Prologue”

One Minute Late

The dawn approaches and a strange quietude heralds its arrival.

A wizened old man, panting and drenched in sweat that makes his alchemist robe cling to his frame like sagging skin, arrives one minute late outside the celebrated Muktar’s Portal and begins a one-sided conversation with the ancient oak door. As his whispered words slowly fade into nothingness, the only entrance to the great hall of Seludong Castle yawns open.

Two small steps later and he finds himself inside, making him instantly aware of a singular thing — the mighty hall is chillingly silent. Continue reading “One Minute Late”

The King’s Dagger

“Booo… boo… heeeeeee…. mmmmmmooooooonnnnndddddd!!!!!!”

A piercing cry tore the night’s golden silence, waking up the king’s personal guard from his stolen sleep. A few moments passed by and the silhouette of a woman tiptoed out of the king’s bedroom. Before the guard could react, she was gone in an instant, swallowed by the darkness. Fearing for the worst, he rushed to the king’s room.

“My lord! Are you alri–”

“I’m perfectly alright, Sancho my man,” the king, who was very much alive — and very naked to boot — interrupted him.

“But that was–!”

“My enemy, the Queen, yes.” King Bohemond cut him off for the second time, waving a hand. “She came here with a poisoned dagger in her bosom, intending to kill me no doubt.” He chuckled. “Naturally, I ended up piercing her. . .” he paused, “with my very own potent dagger.” He added with a wink.

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