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. ...

  “No…not again!   Joaquin only felt a slight heat beneath his skin when he found out again the pair of swirling horns on his head. The strange protrusion got him in a complete panic as he stumbles across his bed with all his pillows and blankets roll all over the floor. He rushes at the comfort room, open the faucet and douse himself with insanely cold water while he is practically naked with only his boxer shorts on him.   The shiver that strikes like lightning down to his marrow is enough to make his flesh and brain shudder; completely shutting down the heat in his body and dissolving the images that nearly make him fall again to sinning.   How come he got arouse from just seeing a dancing group of girls donning a Sailor Fuku in a commercial? Their skirts are not even that short enough to have a peek at the color of their underwear! "This is wrong...of all the people, why me?" It was the same sentiment he always utters every after his bouts with his un...