Chaos Inside A Pen

  Denzel with his Lolo Vir hasten their way back to the apartment of Cheska as the spectral form of the young girl is like a busted bulb right now as the faint glow from its physique now flickers on and off. Her soul has been separated from her body for too long that Denzel fear that her mortal shell will reject it due to the thinning soul line.   And if worse comes to worst, she will be practically and inevitable become one of the dead.   Upon entering the unit of Cheska, the two will be greeted by Lolo Vic who is now beneath the flesh of Cheska’s body. His having the time of his life right now as he explores the sensuality of a female’s body; a Venus as an old perverted men right under the skin of a maiden that bears the body of an hourglass.   He is about to hit the “sweetspots” that every woman begs to be touched when Denzel suddenly draw a sign of the cross in the air and recited the infamous Roman Catholic rites of exorcism to expel the body of his ...

  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...

Cans of red horse beer littered all over the floor of Cheska’s bedroom. Some are empty while others wait for their turn when her throat becomes dry again. Tonight was Friday which means she can stay up until 4 AM without getting bothered by any calls from her clients if she already finished her overdue graphic designs. They can wait for sure but her hormones don’t. That is why to set the mood, she turns off the lights and wears nothing on top of her bed but her oversize shirt, underwear, pink socks, and her thick-rimmed eyed glasses so she can watch clearly the erotic scene unfold right before her hungry eyes Her laptop, despite the 10% battery warning, continues to play a particular scene that she intentionally kept on loop on her video player. The scene where the young maiden will be stripped from head to toe. Once naked, her body that bears that shape of hourglass will be deflowered not by thick calloused hands of man but of tentacles; green, slimy tendrils that wrapped around her w...

"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...

Third Eye 190x210 oil 2012 by Martin Guderna The problem is she can see too much; her normal vision is always mired with the strange and odd sightings beyond the scope of her two eyes and her own comprehension. It all started when she was five. The memory still gave her a good chill when the snapshots from the past suddenly flash before her mind; floating, dismembered head with gaping mouth spilling black liquid and hollowed eyes that keeps on gazing her each time she try to sleep and each time he wakes up in the cold gust of morning. When she was a teen and currently exploring the kick of her hormones, she nearly killed her boyfriend when they are secretly making love in her room when her parents are out on a party. As he thrust his way deep inside her for her first taste of deflowering instead of the face of the handsome mestizo that pounding her, it becomes the face of a horned goat bleating loudly as saliva drip from its muzzle. Their relationship ended right there wit...