Chaos Inside A Pen

Author's Note: Danag is spirits that once co-exist with mortals according to the Isneg Folklore in the Philippines. However, their co-existence ended when these spirits soon learn to crave human blood   It was the chilling wind of 5 in the morning that embrace my bones as I step outside for a jog. The surrounding is still dark but thin slits of light are slowly creeping from the east as I decide to take the familiar path that leads towards the green fields of our barrio. For almost 10 years of living in the city with every corner smothered with glitz and glamour, the sight of our village is still the one that my eyes yearn for. The simplicity of the houses that are not competing with their sizes and height. The trees that are more appealing the than the lifeless skyscrapers that look like an oversized tombstone at dusk. And most of all, the greenfield that makes you finally breathe life itself as compared to the stench of smog in the big city that chokes out the life in all of us. ...

  A realm is a reflection of what kind of entity dwells on it. This explains why the mortal realm, in essence, is the perfect model of a melting pot world due to the extreme diversity of humankind. Even all are subjected and bound by their own flesh, no human is exactly the same when it comes to their soul thus you will find an assortment of areas that mirrors the identity of the people who live there.  This principle applies also to the creatures from Biringan. And since the entities are formed from the strongest desires of humankind in a twisted and chaotic fashion, chances are that anyone who has the guts to enter their world but lacks the mental fortitude will always be good as insane for they will never comprehend the purest strain of hate, fear, hunger, lust and other desires that manage to take their own shape and forms inside Biringan. Of course, that also depends if they can get out of that place that is known to trapped souls for eternity. Thus, hell in another guise...

“You look awful,  apo. Didn’t you get a  good sleep?” Nightmares are typical to Denzel. Ever since he was still a child, most of the dreams that visit him in ungodly hours range from bizarre to something that will leave him clutching his heart as if he was about to have a heart attack upon waking up. When he starts to have a growth spurt, he manages to learn a kind of dreaming technique taught by her Lolo Virtudazo to pacify the demons of her slumber. Yet from time to time, some fragments of the diabolic dreams still manage to slip past through his mental defense. And whenever that happens, he knows it's another omen that he must take careful notice of; something awful is about to happen, and whether he likes it or not he will get involved in it. After all, that is his job as a freelance occult investigator. “As usual, another bad dream Lo…so bad I want to puk--” And without even finishing his sentence, he started to throw up on his bed due to the astronomical disgust that sti...

"It's been four weeks since the start of total lockdown here in our place due to COVID - 19 outbreak. So I took this chance to update my blog with a brand new story that is slightly inspired by the pandemic we are going through now. News on the internet is too unsettling so I decided to just write as always to save from worries and paranoia." “Jake, mag-impake ka na. Aalis tayo.” Ala una palang ay bigla na akong ginising ni tatay mula sa pagkakatulog. Gusto ko mang mag-reklamo dahil sa pagkakaudlot ng panaginip ko ay napaatras na lang dila ko nang makita ko ang seryosong mukha ni tatay. “Magdala ka lang damit. Huwag ka ng magdala ng pagkain.” “Teka tay, saan tayo pupunta? Di ba naka-lockdown tayo ngayon?” Hihikab-hikab pa ako noon habang pinipilit kong labanan ang tawag ng kama at unan ko. Mag-iisang buwan na noong pinatupad sa buong bansa ang total lockdown; hindi pwedeng lumabas ng bahay liban sa mga doktor at mga militar. Lahat ng pagkain a...

Image Source: D. Gastin. License:  https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/deed.en “I hate this city old man!” The lad in hipster clothes did his third spitting on the concrete as he cast a scornful look to the towering pillars placed randomly around Manila. Neon glows, voices and noises; everything breeds nothing but shallow pretense to him. Submerging his senses on those stimulants is akin to eating a burger that upon the first bite, you will eventually notice that the patties are missing. It is always been hollow in the inside. “Those skyscrapers look like giant tombstone if you ask me.” He continue while trying to find his last stick of cigarette on his pocket. “Why that is exactly the truth son.” The old man of the city who live day and night begging and sleeping answer him as he ponder with his own set of pale eyes the technicolor lights blinking against the black horizon of the city like countless candles in the wind. “This the graveyard of...