Chaos Inside A Pen

  “Apo, I am afraid about your decision on leaving Vic with the young lady. You know him.” Lolo Vir finally breaks his silence as they follow the Dalikmata along the empty streets with only a few cars embark the midnight journey while the city is already asleep and perhaps dreaming about its former glory when its people are simpler and buildings and infrastructure doesn’t look like a colossal tombstone. “Trust me, Lo. Lolo Vic is the best choice for leaving an empty mortal shell alone.” Denzel said calmly to which Lolo Vir can’t help but to wonder if his grandchild really knows about the history of infamous grandfather that become a most wanted figure before among his peers and colleagues who are part of the occult society. It is or the same reason why he can’t Lolo Vic who sought magic in extreme means with abandoned values and virtues; a typical wizard bent on the left path. “Alright apo. But don’t tell that I didn’t warn you.” The two hurriedly catch their breath as the Dalikmat...

  “Ugh. What a wasted beauty. She got some good racks isn’t Paulo?” “Affirmative sir. Too bad she’s not warm anymore…” “Bah! Just take some pictures and just do the usual in the comfort room!” The police officers who are the first to arrive in the room of Cheska laugh with their dirty jokes as they a photo of the now lifeless body of Cheska. With her pajamas removed, nearly torn shirt, and a gaping mouth with volumes of drippings on it, it's easy to jump to a conclusion that the one who enters her apartment was aiming for her and not for her belongings. The apartment is perpetually untouched without even a hint of intrusion save by the open doors which also shows no signs of any forceful entrance. “Hey Paulo, once you’ve done with those photos, make some copy of it. I know some who is working on a new porn site who has some fetish with dead bodies. I hope the lady won’t mind her photo being sold around the globe.” Paulo chuckles while listening to her senior. Of course, the dead wo...

“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...

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...

  “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...

Armed with S-Grade Kevlar suit and sub-machine guns that pack firepower without any recoil which is perfectly made for all-out assault; the 7th Unit lead by Chief Sakamoto stormed the former nest, Maximillian Fernandez before he went out of their radar.   The White Mansion, as coined by junkies and punks in the street, has lost its former glory and beauty. Its gates and walls are now draped with dead vines and vandalized by street urchins with puerile images of dick and pussy   It’s infamous gold and yellow paints are now like faded urine-stained all over its facade while its large iron-wrought gate has gone missing.   However, despite the dilapidated condition, testosterone boys and wild girls are now flocking inside the huge three-story mansion. Maximillian promises them that not just booze will flood his crib tonight; crystals, poppers, and other extreme party drugs will be available with the exact amount of cash.   But many from the underground is also expecting ...