Stelllax

I’ve done it all, I have achieved my greatest dream yet I feel empty. I cherished all those who deserved it, and silenced the undeserving. I’ve come so far through this treacherous road yet as tears flow down my face, I don’t feel the accomplishment. Was everything I did for nought?

“The only thing standing between you and your goal is the story you keep telling yourself.” I silently muttered to myself as I read and cleaned the books of my abuelo. These books have been in the attic for so long, a treasure from the past yet they are here, slowly degrading. “Are you done cleaning, hijo?” grumbled by my abuela and she added, “Come on now, we have a lot to clean up, the moving company is coming!” I smiled at her and replied, “Yeah I’ll be done in a while, these are treasures, you know?”

As I continued what I was doing, I found a book covered by a tela hidden behind a box. I immediately went for it and as I held it in my hands, I felt the dust-covered worn hard-bonded book. I cleaned it with my trapo and read the worn out title, “La Sociedad Secreta de la Justicia.” The secret society of justice, that is such a rich name for a book, I thought. As I opened it, a trail of musty old-book smell filled the air. A thrill of anticipation went through me as I flipped through the first few pages of.  Intrigue went through the roof as I discovered that it wasn’t a novel but my Abuelo’s diary. “Quite a strange title for a diary, lolo.” A tear formed on my eyes as I muttered to the heavens while slightly laughing. My abuelo hasn’t died for long but he still never fails to make me smile.

A short burst of deep honks brought me back to reality. I really am in trouble now! I whispered to myself and not long after, I heard the shout of my Abuela, “Alejandro, I told you already, pack up and arrange the books on the truck along with other items!” After a few hours of back-breaking, sweat-forming, and snot-forming work; we’ve finally done it! After a few minutes of break time had gone by, I went to the bathroom and cleaned the dirt I picked up today. After that I dressed myself, and together with my family, we went out of the house. My father, for the last time, locked the gate. As I heard the metals clicking, I looked back to see the house for the last time. This house was my home, my childhood, and my memories yet today I am leaving it all behind. Tears formed on my tear ducts as I was reminiscing about the past. 

“Let’s go now, your Abuela is tired and wants to sleep on a bed as fast as possible.” blurted out by my father. I closed the door slowly as I entered the taxi solemnly, knowing that a new chapter would start anew, and there was no turning back.

Author's Note;

Hello mijos and mijas! This will be my hobby book as I am still studying at an engineering school. Expect no regular uploads as this season marks the deadliest chapter of my life (I might fail!).

But throwing that aside, this novel only has the backbone for now, nothing is really set in stone so you might, can, and would have a part in creating this! This novel is basically the creation of my daydreaming haha, I am really excited to hear your thoughts!

Ah yes, do know that I am Filipino and this novel is centered on the southern tip of the Philippines so expect some unfamiliar words, or unfamiliar sentence-structure, just ask me though, I'll be glad to explain!

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Volume 1