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The warmth of the shining sun was just perfect for a trip to the meadow near the park on an afternoon spring day. You lingered in the area, enjoying the gentle breeze embracing your skin. The wind blew not just gentle breezes but full-blown spine-tingling winds. It was a constant roar in the ears, but you enjoyed it, grateful for the relief from the heat you felt while jogging. The crisp scent of trees blooming in spring was enough to overpower all your senses and lifted your spirit like it was light as feather. You were enchanted by the scenery that stood before your eyes the moment you sat down on the bench. The fascinating sight soothed your mind and sent relief to your stressed body for an ample amount of time. The sweet melodic singing of birds that welcomed you to the natural landscape sounded like music to your ears. Taking a break from the stress and tension you experienced all day was the greatest decision you would not regret.

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MY LIFE IS THE DEATH OF ME An original piece by Rhainelle Misha D. Alquetra I was once told that I had no use Being brought into this world, I cannot refuse Without even knowing what the important things are I was forced to engage in this life of war As I must up the courage and gathered my ammo Though I’m anxious about how far I can go No matter how many times I go against it Only scars will conceal the feeling of guilt When the light was about to disappear All I felt was a shudder of fear All my life I had lowered my head And anticipated the comfort of my death bed When I did not want to say anything When I did not want to see the ending The reason I forced my eyes to open wide Is because I was scared deep inside What dripped on the tip of my toes Were not raindrops, but teary water flows Maybe I lost my reasoning in this battle Only then I knew that my enemy was in the mirror The cruel world has abandoned me This undefeatable fight that endlessly tormented my vitality I don’t know what to do I’m so exhausted but I must go through Even if my ankles were firmly held by anxiety Even if everything disappears in front of me Even if everybody say it’s completely useless I will not tolerate my life being a mess The moment I was brought into this world, I cried Knowing that the challenges of life is ahead of me No matter how hard I try, though I’m anxious about how far I can go I will still continue to follow the path until I leave behind the battlefield I never dreamt of having the world in the palm of my hand But some people just cannot understand I wasn’t born to impress anybody I was born because my life will be the death of me

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A work of fiction by Rhainelle Misha Alquetra

The delightful sound of the ocean waves splashing, running towards the shore and back. A heartwarming picture of the glowing sun in front of me, reaching its rays as if they were warm and tender loving arms hugging my body, protecting me from the awful disasters reality has to bring. This was the most wonderful time of the day. Suddenly, I felt shaking. The ground was trembling. An earthquake? In this time of the day? At this very place? On this ground where I stand? Why? Why ruin the perfect moment? I can hear people starting to panic, running towards where they could duck cover and hold, be safe from tall buildings that might topple over them and crush them to pieces. And then I heard someone. Someone’s calling me, screaming my name. Just then I realized my mother was still inside the house. I could imagine the horror, terrified that something bad might happen. I need to rescue her. I need to make sure she’s safe. It was my father’s will before he crossed to the other side. He said I should protect her. Well, that’s a given, for she is my mother, and its also a given to care and protect your family at all times. We are the only ones left after all. The intensity of the trembling earth increases as I ran towards the front door, forcefully swinging it open, screaming, calling my mother. There was no response. I thought she might be upstairs in her room, doing her hair and make up as what she always do at this time of the day, getting ready for work. I grabbed a thick book from the table for covering my delicate skull. I struggle to ascend the stairs since the ground was shaking even greater than before. I heard mother screaming my name, and then there was a loud bang. TO BE CONTINUED

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what am i doing with my life ._.