Writing Exercise

She passed upon a girl and a boy along the corners of Ayala Triangle on her way home from work, the way the girl's smile flickers and the boy's eyes shines, they must be a new couple, she named them Jenny and Josh. As they advance closer towards her, all nature grew hushed. If birds were on sight, they may fell silent. Even the construction of a building in the distance seem to cut its sound. The golden, late afternoon light intensified around them, the sight was hurting her eyes, it was tuesday, exactly nineteen days at being 26 years old, and to nature, she can't help but whisper, "remember me? i'm waiting, i'm still here"

When the Night ask Itself

Walking in the sidewalk at 11-ish PM is a scenery of a boy begging for a little piece of bread, of a girl in high ponytail with tight short shorts, she's crossing and a crowd of boys are whistling, there's that woman screaming for a lost wallet and a man running for his life, tightly holding a bag, inside he could feel the growling hungry stomachs of his children, his breathless, "Hush! Hush now, my children!" could be heard in the silent of the night, the stale smell of sex is mixing with the smell of tapa, of burger, of.. There's a groan of adultery inside the kitchen, stretch your eyes far to that pillar beside that two kids sniffing 'til their noses bleed, is death without a scyth, he's holding a party, each night, at this hour

*randomly written 05 September 2013