The Novelist


For days, she dreaded to look at her reflection in the mirror. Twenty-four by seven, seven days a week. These words kept on reverberating in her head. Then it would be followed by a certain memory that kept bugging her every time she would attempt to examine her life these past few months. ‘Yours is a face that could launch a thousand ships.’ She heard it from the very man she hold dear. He’s long gone. But their memories are as vivid as her wild imagination. She is a novelist by heart.

Born with a silver spoon, she always thought that she is the master of her own universe. That she can just rearrange the stars to her favor and all circumstances will bow and kneel before her. Someone who wouldn’t accept no for an answer. She is, indeed, full of herself.

That was the last entry. She’s been working on her fifth novel for nth weeks now. Turning the moon into the sun, the sun into the moon and yet she’s still unable to finish the introduction. So, everything is wrong with her now? She thought, she can always cheat time. She’s pathetic. Coffee is now coursing through her veins. Sleep deprivation has taken its toll on her once radiant face.

She fought tooth and nail to have that confidence to look at herself in the mirror.
At an instant, she whispered softly … ‘time to pamper me‘.

Beyond Hope #SoCS

beyond.jpgI have never felt this cold before. It’s as if I am inside a refrigerator waiting to be frozen to death and to meet oblivion. I feel more than numb, the excruciating pain I felt a couple of minutes ago is gone. I fell into a deep slumber. But before my consciousness left me, I finally utter my last prayer, that if ever fate would be kind enough to wake me up, I would be given a chance to find the man of my dreams alone and free.



I ache to see his eyes burn for me, so intense that it could melt my heart in seconds. I want to feel the warmth of his touch, that lingering embrace that makes me feel secure. I would love to see us holding hands in public. Kissing me softly in front of other people. I would like to show the whole world that he is mine and I am his. That our love could outshine even the hotness of the sun.



This is in response to a Saturday blogging event hosted by Linda G. Hill entitled, Stream of Consciousness Saturday 

This may be late but better be late than never. Cheers!