Scribblings and scrawls of a hopeless romantic soul



Rhuo Chwerthin

Rhuo Chwerthin

Most days I prefer solitude
Most days I walk alone
But whenever I’m with friends who love me
People whom I love in return
I ache such for time to be frozen
Make that moment last
For there is no grander explosion
Than a heart exploding to a loud laugh.

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Today’s Filipino word prompt is “halakhak” which refers to “a loud, uninhibited laughter”.

Come on! Write a poem or a fiction
Snap a photo under the sun
A six-word tale or a long post, perhaps?
Let’s all get word-high this July!

Want to join the fun? Find the prompt words HERE! Don’t forget to pingback & use the tag WordHighJuly. Mazel tov! 😉


The Great Book of Lists- Chapter 5.1: People Who Inspired You

I’ve waited for this day to post this specific TGBoL chapter. Chapter 5.1 is all about the people who inspired you. It’s not about Descartes, Churchill, Coelho or any other inspiring thinkers whose quotes flourish the internet and the social networks. No, this chapter is about a list of real people, unknown (or almost) to the world who had a real impact on our life.

As for me, it’d be:

  • God, inspite of failing him most of the time, He never failed me
  • My family who are my great source of strength and inspiration
  • My college professors who pushed me to my limits, for they knew we were meant to grow
  • My treasure box of friends- my high school bffs, my college buddies, my “UTODIAN” friends, my favorite love-birds (Rinabel & Red)

~ Continue reading “The Great Book of Lists- Chapter 5.1: People Who Inspired You”

Flakes of fire


Friends are flakes of fire

I shiver to heat, not ice

With them, winter’s gone

Written for Written for RonovanWrites’ haiku prompt #90: Friend & Shiver

Cheers to all our best friends. The funny, crazy, frustrating, and loving ones! ❤ ❤ ❤

The Confession


It was one of those Friday night sleepovers. Nights you jokingly call ‘talk-overs’ for it starts and ends with long talk and gossip in between laughter instead. Just you and you best friend over comfy pillows, soft cushion, and warm blanket. Nothing else matters.

On this special night, in your matching pink pajamas, she turned, hugging your side. With probing eyes she asked, “Aren’t you going to tell me about it?”

“Tell you about what?”

“About it, you silly!”

You gave her that knowing smile for it never ceases to amaze you how she’s able to read your mind. So this is going to be THE night. A confession about the ruggedly handsome man you two met one Sunday afternoon. Your thoughts sent you an avalanche of chill and excitement as you began to speak, “So you rememb-”

“Wait! I’ve got to go to the bathroom,” she said, cutting you off.

Tugging the pillow, you chuckled and wondered where to start. And in the middle of rolling back and forth, you caught a glimpse of a letter. There it was. You could see the corner of the folded yellowed parchment sticking out of the torn lining of the battered book.


Tears trickled down your cheeks after realizing you’re both in love with the same man.

“So, what was it?” she came rushing.

Word Count: 200

Written for Roger Shipp’s flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction For the Purposeful Practitioner. This is actually half fiction, half truth. I wrote the original story five years ago when I found out my friend liked the guy who liked me. Thank God the feeling’s not mutual on my end, for I would rather lose a guy than a very good friend. The poem was the exact words I’ve read from a piece of paper I found on her sketch pad. :”)

This week’s prompt is: There it was. You could see the corner of the folded yellowed parchment sticking out of the torn lining of the battered book.”  (The opening sentence does not flow as nicely as I would have liked…. You are encouraged to tweak it and use the concept/idea.)

Enjoy more stories here:


Euphoric whenever you’re around
Little butterflies to me surrounds
Enthralled by the weight of your magical spell
In just one instance to you I fell.

I woke up stunned with this epiphany
That I am for you, as you are for me
Your laugh is the best sound I’ve ever heard
Ecstatic on things that we’ve talked and shared.

What can I say, you got me all tamed
I am neither crazy, nor still sane
Well, who cares! This ambiguity I don’t’ mind,
For as long as my love and yours are forever intertwined.

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