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Bato Tp

MASKARA

Tik tak. Tik tak. Tanging tunog ng orasan ang nangingibabaw sa tahimik na bahay—isang tahimik na nakakabingi, na para bang bumabalot sa bawat sulok ng silid. Parang musika ito ng kawalan, ngunit imbes na paginhawahin, lalo lamang nitong pinapalakas ang kabog ng aking dibdib. Tik tak. Parang pinipiga ang aking puso, bawat segundo, bawat saglit, paulit-ulit, na tila pinapaalala ang bigat na matagal ko nang dinadala. Hindi ko na kayang pigilan pa. Kumawala na ang aking mga luha, kasabay ng hiningang tila mabigat na bato sa aking dibdib. Bumagsak ang mga patak na parang ulan sa pisngi kong hindi na sanay ngumiti. Minsan naiisip ko, paano nga ba ako napunta sa ganitong sitwasyon? Ang sakit—nakakapaso, nakakasakal—hindi ito basta lungkot lang, kundi isang matinding kalungkutan na nagpapahina sa aking mga tuhod. Araw-araw, pilit akong bumabangon, pilit tinatawid ang mga oras, pero habang ginagawa ko ito, lalong lumalalim ang sugat. Nasasaktan ako, hindi lamang dahil sa mga nangyari, kundi dahil sa awa ko sa aking sarili. Sino ba namang hindi maaawa kung araw-araw, pinipilit kong ngumiti kahit wala nang natitirang dahilan para sumaya? Ngunit kahit anong mangyari, kahit anong sakit ang idulot nito, isa lang ang sigurado ko: Ikaw at ikaw lamang ang aking mamahalin. Walang makakapalit sa'yo. Sa kabila ng lahat, sa kabila ng mga gabing binubulabog ng tahimik na pag-iyak, ikaw pa rin ang laman ng puso kong durog na durog na. Hays… Nawa’y dumating ang araw na ang tik tak ng orasan ay maging musika ng pag-asa. Pero sa ngayon, ito muna ang aking mundo—isang tahimik na silid, isang pusong nagdurugo, at isang pagmamahal na kahit kailan ay hindi ko kayang bitawan.
ariazmo · 1.6K Views

Am I The Villain?

[Disclaimer: A lot of chapters were removed and revised, starting on chapter 5] TP was your everyday average neet. Aside from working once a week, all he did was play games, eat chips, read manga, and occasionally write comments complaining about how bad a series he continues to watch is. But, he does have ONE particular hobby he picked up a few years back: To give as much hatred as he can to one particular novel. He didn't plan to stop unless his anger faded, or the author stopped writing. But, surprisingly, the undeserving author kept on writing despite having no readers aside from the occasional.. or daily hate comment and reviews from TP. Even TP had to give him credit for his unyielding spirit to write such a terrible novel. One day, after TP satisfyingly left another bad review and went to sleep, what he noticed was something quite unordinary. Something Uncommon. Or rather... impossible. He woke up to a body that wasn't his, and a written letter: Dear Toilet Paper, it has come to my notice that for the past 2 years you have not once missed to leave a single comment on every new chapter I have made. As a writer, I have much to learn; thank you for your criticisms. However, as much as I'd like to continue the story and keep you entertained, I have to put it to a stop. But, since you obviously like my story so much, I've gotten a perfect opportunity to keep you entertained. Hope you like it. Keep in touch, ~Xoxo, your lovely author, Janissa.] ____ COPYRIGHT THUMBNAIL, ALL CREDITS (ASIDE FROM TEXT) GO TO XRallenX ON DEVIANTART. LINK: https://www.deviantart.com/xrallenx/art/Evil-Smile-157230115
WORDEE · 12.1K Views

MANUSIA SETENGAH MUTAN

seorang pria tua barpakaian putih seperti seorang ilmuan berlari keluar dari sebuah gedung dan melewati lorong ,dia sesekali menoleh kebelakang seperti ketakutan, nafasnya tersengal sengal seakan nyawanya akan muncul saat itu juga ,nampak dari arah belakang empat orang berpakaian serba hitam dan berkacamata mengejarnya. didepan ada perempatan kecil dan pria tua itu berlari kearah timur untuk mencari keramaian dan berharap ada orang yg bisa membantunya lari dari kejaran orang orang itu,senyumnya terkembang melihat lalu lalang kendaraan di tembusan jalan yang ada di depan dgn harapan banyak orang yg akan membantunya, tp harapan tinggalah harapan,, doorrr...doorrr peluru mendarat tepat di punggung pria tua itu,dia tertembak oleh para pengejarnya lalu jatuh tersungkur kedepan dan menabrak seorang pemuda, pemuda itupun kaget dan segera melihat keadaan pria tua itu,melihat darah di punggung pria tua itu, pemudapun berteriak minta tolong sehingga menimbulkan kerumunan yg membuat orang orang yg mengejarnya tidak bisa menangkapnya, tolong panggilkan ambulans disini ada yg tertembak ucap pemuda itu, ""pak tua bangun sebentar lagi ambulans datang kamu pasti baik baik saja" seru pemuda itu namun kondisi pria itu sepertinya tidak memungkinkan lagi, pria tua itu berkata lirih sambil memegang tangan si pemuda " hey anak muda tolong jadilah orang yang baik" tanpa disadari pria tua itu mengeluarkan suntikan berwarna hijau dari sakunya dan menyuntikanya tepat di leher pemuda itu, "ahkk apa apaan ini" sambil mengambil bekas suntikan itu lalu dibuangnya,,seketika itu pula pria tua itu memuntahkan darah segar dan menghembuskan nafas terkhirnya,,, pemuda itu bernama Krishna dia duduk di bangku SMA kelas 1 dia anak dari keluarga yg sederhana,dia anak yg cerdas dan pandai,dia juga rajin membantu orang tuanya,,di perjalanan pulangnya dia mengingat kejadian yg baru saja dialaminya dan memegangi lehernya penasaran dgn suntikan yg di suntikan kelehernya oleh pria tua itu,
Yahe_Krishna · 1.8K Views
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