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Empty

The moment I heard that the streets of Divisoria have been cleared of sidewalk vendors, I flew to Manila to witness the momentous sight. This once busy section, riddled with various bazaars and people, has finally been stripped off its chaos.

As I stride aimlessly on one of its thoroughfares, I couldn’t help but sigh. It feels different. Everything is new to the eyes. Who would have thought we were walking on square blocks of concrete before?

“It’s so empty,” I voiced out.

“So are our stomachs,” the man from behind replied. He is Renato, a vendor for 45 years.

Word Count: 100


It has been a while since I’ve written for Friday Fictioneers and I am happy to be back for this week’s prompt.

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where a photo is used as a prompt for a hundred-word piece of fiction. The photo prompt this week is a courtesy of Rochelle herself. 🙂

This one is inspired by the ongoing road clearing operations in the Philippines. Last July, the Department of the Interior and Local Government gave local executives 60 days to reclaim public roads from private use and to clear streets of obstruction. While this project scheme comes with good reasons and intentions, it could not be denied that the street vendors, whose lives relied on their meager earnings, were greatly affected. When the stretch of roads have all been emptied, what happens to those who strive to make ends meet. Is change truly for all? Here’s a photo of the real Divisoria.

Credits: Philstar

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Pink Froggie

One Day

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“You’re doing great, Manny.” Rod stepped into the boardwalk, his boots thumping against the wood. “A bright future lies ahead.”

It’s been three months since Manny became the Department of Agriculture secretary yet it seemed like he spent a lifetime dealing with the country’s rice self-sufficiency issue. “You think so, Mr. President?” he asked, running a hand along the rail, smiling at the infinite horizon of rice fields and blue skies.

“You’re staring at the answer, kid.”

“It’s just that I have this dream… that one day, no child will be seen stealing or scavenging for food.”

“Don’t we all?”

Word Count: 100

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


In response to this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where a photo is used as a prompt for a hundred-word piece of fiction. The photo prompt this week is a courtesy of Adam Ickes. Thank you!

I have never been fascinated by a politician before but I found our new DA secretary, Manny Piñol, a breath of fresh air. I appreciate that more than anything else, he is an agriculturist. His hands have touched the soils. I do hope that he never strays from his mission to towards food sufficiency and poverty alleviation in the country. 🙂

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War on Drugs

 

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War on Drugs
Realistic Fiction

“How are we doing?” Police inspector Stone inquired, pouring another glass from his bottle of Jack Daniels.

“Seven-hundred deaths, eight-thousand surrenders, sir.” Bates answered aptly.

Disgusted, Stone felt the liquor boiling from his insides. “That’s a lot of mouths to feed. We’ve had enough of these pushers and addicts. This is war on drugs, kid. I want you men to purge.”

“What about due process, sir?”

“Call it resisting arrest or self-defense, I don’t care. Just get those body bags out—fast.”

*BATES’ PHONE RINGS*

With a lump in his throat, he voiced, “Sir… It’s your son. He’s…  He’s dead.”

Word Count: 100

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


In response to this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where a photo is used as a prompt for a hundred-word piece of fiction. The photo prompt this week is a courtesy of Ted Strutz. Thank you!

I was watching Senator De Lima’s privilege speech last night and regardless of she has done or has failed to do against the proliferation of drugs as a former justice secretary, I stand by her side when it comes to extrajudicial killings. This do-it-yourself justice is inhumane, an impunity that must come to an end.

“Drugs destroy lives, but we need not destroy lives to destroy drugs.” -Leila de Lima

 

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Magical Innocence

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Magical Innocence
Childrens Fiction

People fear me. Footsteps quickened whenever trekkers pass by.

Yet, a child’s innocence is magical. Most often, they’re valiant warriors throwing pebbles at my window, playfully screaming, “THE WITCH ON THE FOOTHILL IS REAL! RUUUUUN!”

Once, a little girl braved knocking on my doorstep. She came up in her yellow dress, demanding, “Are you a witch?”

“Am I?” I asked.

She looked at me with watchful eyes, traced the stonewalls with her little fingers then said, “No. You’re not… Witches live in huts, you live in stones. I think you’re a caveman. A cavewoman!”

And that just made my day.

Word Count: 100

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


In response to this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt.

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where a photo is used as a prompt for a hundred-word piece of fiction. The photo prompt this week is a courtesy of Piya Singh. Thank you!

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The Day

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The Day
Satirical Fiction

I stared out the window, little birds are clustered on live wires across the empty street. The world outside was ominously still— no cars and not a hint of soul.

Where is everyone? I wondered.

Then I realized, today is the day. The defining moment wherein a new governing body will be established. A new head of the state. A new ruler. A new legacy.

I wonder who’ll win the election. Whose dirty tricks worked? Whose sugar-coated words thrived?

A deafening firing disrupted my reverie but none of the birds came spiraling down.

Then I realized, today is the day.

Word Count: 100

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


In response to this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where a photo is used as a prompt for a hundred-word piece of fiction. Thank you!

PH is three days away from its national election and the country is in clamor. This game of thrones has led families and friends fight among each other, insisting and brawling that one candidate is better than the other. I found this series, Imagined President, from Rappler interesting and thought-provoking. But who really is the lesser evil? I wish I knew.

There is just one thing I hope on May 9. I hope it won’t be a bloody end.

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Realms

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Imagine a vast realm, still and undisturbed, resting on the shelves as books. Each book has a story to tell— a life seen in vivid imagery or told in detailed intricacies. A world of history or fantasy, victory or defeat, research or discovery, questions or answers.

I delight in hopping from one realm to another. Some world I explore in a day while others took longer. But the world I’m in today is quite… puzzling. I set off a journey to the pages filled with outlines of shapes in various sizes.

Then I realize, some realms are not for me.


In response to this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where a photo is used as a prompt for a hundred-word piece of fiction. Thank you!

The photo prompt, a courtesy of Kent Bonham, reminds me of logic shapes and puzzles. Once, I tried to read a book about it back in collage, I ended up staring blankly at the pages. Blame my left side of the brain, please. Nonetheless, I had to read it to pass an exam. LOL. Some memories… ^^

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Heritage

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I am Guillermo Fransisco, commanding general of the Philippine Army’s 21st division, a patriot, a family man and a drifter soul— in layman’s term, a ghost.

For seventy-four years, I’ve guarded the forts of Corregidor, watched how the remnants of our battle slowly faded through time. This place, which once served as the battleground for freedom, is now considered a heritage site. Heritage. A term for the riches of the past passed from one generation to the other. I’ve heard all the stories from the tour guides but theirs were mere versions. Nobody lived to tell how the Fall of Bataan felt like.

Or if they lived, nobody dared to remember.


In response to this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where a photo is used as a prompt for a hundred-word piece of fiction. The photo prompt is a courtesy of J Hardy Carroll. Thank you!

I have always had an affinity to old places and heritage sites. When I saw the photo prompt, it took me instantly to the battles of Bataan and Corregidor. This story is inspired by one of the Philippines’ unforgettable event, The Fall of Bataan. Seventy-four years ago, on April 9, 1942, eighty thousand Filipino and American prisoners of war were forced to walk their Death March.

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Dreams & Nostalgia

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“Twenty-three years…” Liam mumbled

“Can you believe it?” asked Lianne, rejoining her brother in nostalgia as they watched Loboc River from the windowsill. “We used to run the length of its bank until we reach the part where the muddy water and the salty ocean unite.

“Take us! Pleaseeeee!” Liam yelled, imitating a little girl’s voice. “You used to scream at floating restaurants cruising along the river. Hilarious!”

“We thought it’d take us abroad…” She murmured, her back facing the river.

“Hey, when’s your flight to Dublin?” Liam digressed.

“Thursday. You?”

“Got a conference at Ohio in three days.”

She gave a knowing smile and said, “Dreams do come true.”

“They always do.” he acquiesced.

Word Count: 115


In response to this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where a photo is used as a prompt for a hundred-word piece of fiction. The photo prompt is a courtesy of Rochelle herself. Thank you!

This story is inspired by one of the Philippines’ tourist destinations, Loboc River. P.S. Sorry for the extra fifteen words. I tried to trim it down from 150.
Happy weekends! 🙂

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Dusks and Rocking Chairs

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Most people fear age.

But I don’t. I’m Ben— an eighty-something graying man, probably on the verge of decline. On dusks like this, as the remnants of the day slowly fade, I take the time to marvel that age. From a rocking chair, I like to ponder the things that I’ve done (or did not do) and tally my age in days.

“Boy, you forgot to throw the garbage out!” I suddenly remembered.

“What?” my wife’s voice echoed from behind.

“Nothing, dear. Today, I’m just 29,293 days old.”

She gave me her most beautiful smile and acquiesced, “Aren’t we both?”

Word Count: 100


In response to this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where a photo is used as a prompt for a hundred-word piece of fiction. The photo prompt is a courtesy of Emily L. Gant. Thank you!

Glad to come up with this story while listening to Kenny Roger’s Through the Years on a reclining chair and I just found out that I’m 8,786 days old! Happy weekend, everyone! 🙂 🙂 🙂

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