Lance on Wattpad

A creative movement I worked on back in my junior year college has been fully uploaded to Wattpad. I wrote it during a writer's block moment at a time where I needed to craft something for a grade. I can't recall what exactly inspired this particular piece, but it's nonetheless something that my peers might expect from me: weird stuff.
It's a short story about a young man who gets into a messy situation just by going to the wrong place at the wrong time. All four parts are up.
Enjoy, guys.
Much love.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/202649551-lance-or-ill-lit

For Marion

The news was merely delayed when I first heard about it. My mother wanted me to ask my ex why there were so many officers on site near her house, in close proximity to Nagle Avenue. I told her I would, soon discovering that it involved Marion-Mario Tahiraj, a former Taft classmate and cinematographer that I had the pleasure of knowing. I remember back when he brought a vape after getting busted for possession. We shared the brand new pen under the tables at the cafeteria, hoping that the pigs-in-training wouldn't notice our fatuous activities. There was also a time when we were in the same group for a massive history project. We filmed it, with Marion coordinating the camera, music, editing, and further touches to finalize the assignment. Our teacher, Plencner, rewarded us with a B, and to me it was an achievement since no one else was up for making a film in such short time.

After high school, like most of the bastards moving up to higher education, we went our separate ways in an amicable but unacknowledged fashion - we simply stopped talking, no drama in the mix.

College rolls by, breaks in-between, the usual collegiate route.

Then the 18th of January in 2016 comes by, my friend is killed in vehicular warfare with a tree, due to the intoxicated irresponsibility of Mishel Lame, both were admitted into the same hospital, where Marion was pronounced dead.

There's not much I say can about Marion, only that he was sincerely a great guy to be around with. And despite how many times I try to imitate Herbert's voice from Family Guy, Marion would always do it better.

Take it up with whomever is up there, dude.

Much love.

https://link.kikitime.com/post/78e1f1f8-1dbd-4a44-9a8a-e1b053a9eae3

Heart-stopping Contact

Retrieved Post from Deleted GREAT AMERICAN TRAGEDY Blog, a blog I worked on back in early college.

Heart-stopping Contact

She said that she wanted to look into the storefront to stop for a while in order to catch a breather. I didn't blame her, our lungs desperately needed a break from all of the smoking that we shared.

The storefront showcased three mannequins with different attires, all within the square of bright red to enclose the window's darkness by shoving it away. Whoever was in the back walking from one end of the hallway to the other was oblivious to our stance.

We didn't move much, only to keep our temporarily loose balance intact. But as we stood in front of the window, I caught a glimpse of her everlasting eyes as they stared into mine. I felt the world spinning still for one quick second, I felt my heart stop for two, and the eye contact merely lasted for three. Those three seconds. Those damn three seconds killed my high, because I felt the intensity of instant love, yet I had to ignore it. I was becoming scared of the notion of falling in love in again. Okay, perhaps not scared; perhaps not in the mood or mindset for it. I tried to fight off the thought for a while, but that wonderful image crept back into my mind for the remainder of the night.

She smiled a little and then proceeded to advance our walk, away from the storefront. I shook myself awake from the heart-stopping contact, given the fact that I lost my breath, pulse, and heartbeat altogether.

And the worst thing is, she'll ask me if I'm okay, and I'll continue to lie, like I always have.

Heart-stopping Contact - https://link.kikitime.com/post/44ef17ed-b62d-4d39-8bc7-feb588624d96