VORFREUDE.

(n.) the joyful, intense anticipation that comes from imagining future pleasures

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OVERTHINKING

A One-Act Play

Kyd David Arbitrario

CHARACTERS

Argus – 29 - Prince of Philippines Alice – 26 - Wife of Argus

Leomord – 26 – New King of Philippines Roger – 21 – Counsellor of Leomord

 TIME

The time is in present.

 PLACE

House of Prince Argus in Scarborough shoal, Philippines

Scene 4

 But as time goes by, Hamlet has noticed that his wife is constantly out; from lunch, to tea parties, and then dinners started to turn into sleep overs. He started to have uncertainty about his wife's actions.

  Alice

My love, I would like to ask for your consent, for I will be out having lunch with some associate

 (Hamlet undoubtedly gave dispensation to Gertrude not knowing what his wife was up to.)

  Argus

Certainly, my love, I hope you’ll have a pleasing lunch with

them

 Hamlet thinking that his doesn't find his company appealing thought of something that could cheer her wife up. He hosted a dinner party with his close friends and their wives....

  Argus

My love, I’ve noticed that you always associate with thy friends and I’ve decided to invite your closest friends also their spouse.

  Alice

Thank you, my love (Eccedentesiast) (A day later)

Argus

My love, our visitors are here. Welcome to my humble abode

 Visitor Thank you for inviting us Hamlet.

  Leomord

It is a pleasure to be invited by one of the most powerful persons

  Alice

I’m glad that you fellow made it, have a seat

 (Claudius stared at Gertrude and mesmerize her.)

  Alice

Hold on, I’ll just go and get the food that Hamlet made for you

 Oh hello, which drink do you prefer coffee or tea? (Asked the audience)

Alice

All right, ye.

 (Gertrude is going to the kitchen to prepare foods and drinks for the visitors)

  Roger

Sorry for being late, I have just finished doing something

 Hamlet

It’s okay brother, take a seat and wait for Gertrude

  Leomord

Hamlet may I ask, where the washroom is?

  Argus

Go straight and turn left you’ll see the washroom and the kitchen

  Leomord

Thank you, be right back

 (Claudius left and goes to the washroom)

  Leomord

Gertrude, need any help?

  Alice

Yes, I do need your help

 (They are staring each other like the already have done

something before)

  Leomord

Would you mind if I will hold your hands and kiss you? (Gertrude nod)

(Hamlet decided to go to the kitchen to help Gertrude)

  Argus

Claudius! Gertrude! Why are you so close to each other?!

 Claudius:

I’m just helping her in preparing these delicious foods

  Alice

Yes, my love, I asked for his help

 (Hamlet leaves the kitchen and started to hunch)

 (Claudius ordered Polonius tell Gertrude about his feeling that Hamlet starts to hunch)

  Leomord

Polonius, tell Gertrude that Hamlet started to hunch

 (Polonius goes to Gertrude’s room to tell her about Claudius’ feeling)

Roger

Gertrude, I have something to tell you

  Alice

What is it all about?

  Roger

about what happened earlier in the kitchen, Claudius has a feeling that Hamlet is starting to hunch

  Alice

what should we do?...

 (Polonius and Gertrude heard Hamlet’s foot steps and Polonius hides at the curtain)

   Argus

What was that?

I saw you’re beside him and you’re too close with each other

   Alice

He offered a help because he saw me hurdling

(Because of Hamlet’s anger he accidentally pushed Gertrude, Gertrude fell into the ground)

  Alice

Help!

 (Hamlet heard something that moves behind the curtain and he saw a man)

  Argus

so, it’s true, I was right that you and Gertrude has a relationship!

 (Hamlet stabs the man behind the curtain)

  Argus

That suits you!

Alice

Stop please!

 (Hamlet killed Polonius without knowing that it was Polonius)

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Black out

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PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE ME

 PC. Castro

 (January 12, 2003)

THE DAY THAT I WAS BORN AND RAISED TO THIS CRUEL WORLD.

(January 12, 2013) When I was ten (10) years old

All I know is I was born to be loved by writing and reading. I've been living my life afraid of opening up to someone. Writing is the one that helps me a lot to release all the pain and escape this cruel world. Writing gives me pleasure and happiness that no one can give to me. I've created my blog and have taken it down because I am afraid of being judged and be recognized by my family.

 (January 12, 2015) When I was twelve (12) years old

I was the same kid as before who loves to read and to write blogs about what I feel and experience, but I write it for myself and not to broadcast to the whole world. I write my life experience so that in the future, when I escape my comfort zone, I will look back on the old me, and I will say is that "I did it." But as time passed by, I have lost sight of what truly matters, what is truly important. I forgot all that matters to me, and it is all because of my family. They are too hard for me to stop me from where I am to enjoy. All I want in this life is to become a well-known writer and to become a director too. But they do not want me to become one. They want me to be a teacher and to teach young generations just like my relatives, which is not my true passion.

 (January 12, 2018) When I was fifteen (15) years old

They have won. My passion is not like before. I forgot how to write and to express my true self through writing. I did escape my comfort zone from being an introvert to be an extrovert. I have learned to adapt to those people around me. But the consequence is that I forgot what matters to me. I forgot that I loved to write before. I forgot what I dream. I forgot to express my true self, and I admit that I became the fake one. Before, writing is as important as food, water, and sunlight because I cannot live without them but look at me now; I almost forgot where I start. And that is the reality.

 Thank you to the one who is requiring me to write my journey as a writer. Thank you to the one who is reading this. You served as my reminder to look back on my old self. I didn't know if I could get back to the old me who loves all of this. But thank you for reminding me and made me realize that I can. Also, thank you for correcting me when I made mistakes. And I hope you appreciate this craft essay of mine.

 (2020-future) To my present and future self

For now, stop wasting your time in the fantasy world that you will become a great writer and director and face the reality that you have to be a teacher. But don't underestimate yourself and make your family proud by giving them their dream for you, and after, make yourself proud too by achieving your ambitions. I am proud of you because you did escape from your comfort zone and move out of the box, but please don't forget to look back on what you used to be. I know you made the biggest mistake of your life and have come up with nothing but a huge bag of heartache, but please look forward and make everything possible because I know you can. Good luck with your journey.

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THE BETRAYAL OF VITA ANTONIUS

 A One-Act Play

By

h. bautista

CHARACTERS

Vita – 17 year-old daughter of the Antonius clan

Felix – 23 year-old adopted son of the Antonius clan 

TIME

700 BC

 PLACE

Rome

Scene 3

Midnight. Felix’s quarters.

FELIX reads by his desk. The table is next to the window with maps and scrolls, and a lamp upon it. The curtains are pushed to one side to give way for the MOONLIGHT. The wind chimes SOFTLY JINGLES with the wind. VITA hides behind the curtains. The WIND CHIMES RINGS LOUDER and startles VITA.

 FELIX

Who’s there? Show yourself.

 Vita

(Steps out from behind the curtains)

It is only me.

 FELIX

Ah, my sweet cousin. Come out of the shadows and join me.

 VITA

(Walks over to the table)

What keeps you awake in this late of night?

 FELIX

It is I who shall be asking the same. Alas, I know your heart will not be content without knowing. And if that is so, see for yourself.

 VITA

It’s the map of the world.

 FELIX

Ah, that’s where you’re mistaken. ‘tis a map but not of the entire globe. You see, I plan to sail and discover places beyond these borders.

(Pauses to laugh)

Now I know you must think of me a mad man but see. (Points to the wind chimes) The wind pushes them westward. And more aggressive every passing day.

 VITA

If you were to sail today, the wind will guide you quickly far west. Far past the Spanish and across the deep seas.

 FELIX

Well… yes, my bright girl. Yes! Think of all the treasures we can trade, and the land and.

 VITA

All of the gold and all of the beautiful things.

 FELIX

My heart re-joys only thinking of it. We will be the first to open a new route of trade.

 VITA

Your bravery and passion for trade resembles greatly of grandfather’s. Oh how I see why he chose you to inherit his work.

 FELIX

And so I shall live up to his name. I will not disappoint. I shall bring honor to the family! Allow me five years.

 VITA

Ah, you see, that’s the problem.

 FELIX

But there is no problem worthy to face in the name of glory. Five years will pass in the blink of an eye. Of course, I will not see you grow into the beautiful woman you are to be or see you wed and have kids. But know this, I will come back.

 VITA

You don’t seem to hear my concern. The problem is you will do all that you say. You will bring glory to the family. That much I know. And you will take all of the glory and fame. And what will be left of mine?

 FELIX

I do not wish your displeasure of any kind.

(Holds VITA’s hands)

Are you worried? Tell me, is there any request you would like to ask me? Speak, my dear and I shall do what I’m told.

 VITA

Then… I wish for your death.

BLACKOUT

A LOUD THUD

LIGHTS UP slowly on set.

FELIX lies on the floor with a blade on his neck.

 VITA

You must be terribly confused, dear cousin. Oh no need to talk, the blade on your neck is laced with poison from the eastern territories of the globe. If you thought about venturing eastward you might have had a chance of surviving. You’re paralyzed, unable to move until your slow death.

(Kneels beside FELIX)

And you must be wondering why a poison ended up in your beautiful neck. Let’s start over, about eleven years ago. When a rich barren woman decides to adopt a son of her own. As it turns out, he is skilled, brilliant, and grandfather’s favorite show dog. He is a visionary. He had all and everything as if he was a blessing from the gods. Now what was left of us, the true heirs of the Antonius when you so selfishly took all the attention to yourself.

 FELIX

Vita, my beloved.

 VITA

(Holds, FELIX’s hand and brushes the hair away from his face)

I loved you too, truly, dear cousin. But you simply had to go.

(Hugs knees and a tear falls down her cheek)

Of course I loved you very much. We did grew up together. You loved me more than my brother. I didn’t want to do it but mother wanted us to inherit the family name.

(Cries, her tears wetting her dress)

I’m sorry, I had to. Mother said it was to protect us.

 BLACKOUT

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Break Free

R. Marcelo

I woke up in the room of Cione wait she told me we are going to eat but why I am here right now? Urgh Cione I think she don't want to wake me up since I am tired because of the flight. 1 week have passed already and I'm still thinking about the guy in the airport which is really close to Shan. Cione tapped my shoulder asking "Hey are you still with me? Mind to share what are you thinking Bluenica Mendez." I told her about the guy in the airport and she said "Wait do you like Apollo Jimenez? The way you talked about him is kinda sus huh. Btw he is going here later with my boyfriend ofcourse." this girl is kinda silly as ever I told her "Shut up I'm just curious you know but I don't like him and I can't I'm getting married." I know she is kinda worried about me cause I'm going to marry a guy that I don't even know or does he exist? Sudenly the guard told Cione that Shan is here with Apollo ofcourse Cione and Shan have their moment right now and guess what Apollo is with me no one is talking but out of the blue he talked to me and asking "I don't have a chance to ask your name at the airport since you just sleep at the car, so lady what's your name?" I told him that my name is Bluenica and he is joking about my name like he is asking if I like color blue and he started calling me "Asul". We talked to each other the whole time. It's been 2 months since I met him. Almost everyday I am with him I feel comfortable when he is around I don't want to fall for him but it's happening. He messed up my hair the he suddenly asked "When will you go back to California Asul?" Here we go again to that Asul I replied to him "I only have 3 months left staying here I just want to enjoy every moments and please stop calling me Asul grr." He chuckled just like the first time we met everyday that I am with him we are creating priceless memories which I want to cherish forever. He is so good in everything even for making me laugh like no one did before I hope the guy that I'm going to marry is like him the personality and everything.

"I like you Bluenica" this thing is kept on repeating in my mind. He likes me and I don't even know what to do and suddenly told him that "I like you too Apollo" I'm shy but atleast I also confessed to him it's been 4 months and I'm going to California next month honestly I don't want to go back there and I told Apollo about my situation he just laughed at me and said "Don't worry baba, I am here" and I asked him why is he laughing about it he said it's nothing. How can I let go of this person? I just want to cry I only have 1 month to be with him he gave me a ring the day we confessed to each other a promise ring I don't know what's promise he is talking about. Almost everyday he gives me something like flowers and letters he is the sweetest person I met. I am with him I mean I am with them Apollo, Cione and Shan we are here at Baguio. We plan to go here since I am going back to California next week we are staying here for 4 days. I am talking to an ice cream vendor when Apollo hugged me tight like he won't let go of me ever. The ice cream vendor gave me my ice cream and Apollo took it from me grr this guy is so silly. It's evening right now and we are eating at the balcony of the hotel we are staying in. Apollo surprised me with a lot of flowers my favorite one sunflower and he gave me a necklace, I cried because of his surprise how can I let go of him? How can I leave if he treat me like I am his future wife. I cried because of his suprised he asked me "Do you like it baba? Will you be my girlfriend?" I kissed his cheek and I said yes, he hugged me tight. He seemed so happy and thats what I love seeing my man happy. We enjoyed the rest 3 days we are at Baguio. This is the day that I don't want to happen. Tonight is my flight going back to California. He is with me right now helping me in packing my things. He kissed my forehead and he said "Takecare of yourself love have a safe flight. I love you." and hugged me for tight. Hours passed they took me to the airport. I am here and I am going to say goodbye to him/them it so hard doing this. I told him to wait for me and he just smiled at me we hugged each other for the last time. I'm gonna call off the marriage thing and tell my parents about Apollo.

End.

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A Hope to Be Wholesome

K. Dizon

Foregone mistakes still with thee. Judgement to every effort, Deprives a person of glee. And think oneself as error.

No one deserves such treatment, We are frequent to blunders. Always be so lenient, With those who cry than suffer.

When one searches their pieces, Let there be of help, not hate. When one goes through such phases, Empathy shall radiate.

To whom who reads this poem, I hope you to be wholesome.

Source:https://preachingthenewlectionary.com/tag/sacrifice/

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Beyond the Walls

K. Dizon

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Ink talks while paper hears

T. Sanchez

Who would have known that a pen and a piece of paper can change your outlook in life? Writing helps us to see more of our own perspectives. Maybe some people see this as our leisure interest or some cumbersome responsibility as we work on our education while we build our future. A pen and paper could be more if we could look thoroughly and perceive its essence. The words we put on these sheets are not merely our ridiculous compositions, nevertheless they hold piercing emotions and hidden meanings over and above.

It happens to be our friend. There have been times when no one is there to hear you out in a long run, when you want to spill how you are feeling. It is contagious and you cannot just expect everyone to be there for you to vent out right off the bat. I cannot explain how much writing have helped me to put my mind at ease. The feeling of holding a pen while you pour out all of the unspoken words you have left in your heart gives us this greatest satisfaction, happiness and comforting relief we have been longing for the whole time we are feeling empty. There will always be times when you are unfortunately meeting the bumpy roads in our existence considering that life is full of constant ups and downs, striving to get through on every obstacles we apparently meet.

I came into the age and state when I considered it as a therapy when you started to learn how to keep in track with your own head, by filling up the blanks placed right after the categories of thoughts, triggers, feelings and action. Every day, the understanding you have to your own self gets better as you become transparent under tranquility. It is all because of the notes you have written for your ego that helped you know what circumstances you are getting at. It is almost similar to making a to-buy-list for your groceries when you list down your notions on a paper. You jot down each and every fundamental things you need, just like when you want to write all the most valuable memories you want to keep. For this instance, I conceived that writing can free our mind when one will be disoriented, unraveling the bounds of their sub consciousness.

Writing taught me how to be a dreamer. I have inevitably looked up to individuals who are good in literature. Musicians, lyricist, artists, poets and such people who are able to construct something worthwhile about their experiences, generating stories with their great efforts in order to attract others. I started to wonder how it feels like to have their admiration by soul as you moved them by the sentimental crafts you have done. I ought to achieve being one, even if I only have to write for my own pleasure. The determination I have to keep the ink running, yielding something fresh to impress myself with my own capabilities. I wished to be admired by my own self with the line of thinking I have alone.

My journey in writing is full of realization. As expressed, it is not just a process where you put messages or phrases on a paper but rather an art of expressing our feelings and emotions through the use of words that came from our hearts, with full of passion. We learn how to play with words until we are able to generate new ideas, while reflecting on them. In spite of everything, the admiration I have for artists did not give me a reason to feel insecure about my journey. In fact, they help me to become more confident in fostering my perceptions by the use of inscribing. Source: https://www.pinterest.ph/pin/841258405373623537/

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MR. CASKET

A One-Act Play

by  

Francine Louise Clemente

 CHARACTERS

Sue – A housekeeper at the Mendoza Museum

Fernando – Late dictator whose corpse can still communicate with Sue

 TIME

The time is the present.

 PLACE

The Mendoza Museum, Philippines.

 Scene 1

Night. There is a casket in the middle of the room. Inside is a lavishly preserved corpse, Fernando Mendoza’s corpse. The room is filled with darkness, the ceiling lights only gleaming at the glass casket.

The minimal glint of the lights towards the wall shows pictures of Fernando Mendoza during his presidency.

Footsteps are heard.

Sue enters from the left side with a mop and a pail and faces the audience.

SUE

Is he awake? (Heads towards the casket and curiously looks.) Oh, not yet. But he will be in a few minutes. He will wake soon and it’s another night of looong explanations and narrations. I will get my work done before he wakes up.

(SUE starts to mop the floor, near the casket.)

There’s not much work to be done today. Everything is clean. No one ever visits this place. I mean, not every day. But his wife wants it clean always. I mean.. cleaner. Yes, his wife. Do you know his wife? Yes! The one with thousands of shoes! That’s his wife. A very supportive wife, isn’t she? Supported even his very inhumane atrocities. Some were even ignited by her.

 (FERNANDO groans.)

 SUE

Oh.. He’s awake now. I would be preparing a long narration now but I have other plans tonight. I brought him something.

 (FERNANDO wakes and the glass casket makes a clinking sound.)

FERNANDO

Are they gone? (Slowly stands)

LIGHTS on the center.

SUE

They are. It’s Saturday today. Everyone went home early.

 FERNANDO

Saturday? Really? Is it Saturday today? How long have I been sleeping?

 SUE

How long were you sleepi- Oh! Very very long now, Mr. President.

 FERNANDO

President? Am I still the president? Oh! The people must’ve liked me so much!

 SUE

Uh.. A lot did.

FERNANDO

A lot.. But you seem unsure about that, Sue.

 (SUE drops the mop in annoyance. The drop makes a loud sound)

SUE

You don’t seem to remember, Mr. President. No matter how hard I try, how many nights I spend trying to make you remember. You just always seem to be oblivious.

 FERNANDO

Oblivious about what? You’re acting very weird today, Sue!

 SUE

See! (Drops the mop in annoyance. The mop makes a loud sound.)

(FERNANDO is stunned.)

 SUE

I tell you every night. I tell stories. But you seem to forget about the atrocities! You remember your life and your luxury but not the lives you took and the properties you robbed! You just seem to skip the bad parts. And your familiarity with me makes me feel very weird.

 FERNANDO

(Walks away.)

Oh, I don’t believe you! Will you stop this nonsense! That’s not true!

 SUE

Oh, how I wish it wasn’t true! I wish everything’s a lie. How I wish no one was killed, abused, and lost. How I wish, Mr. President!

 FERNANDO

(Walks towards Sue.)

Killed? Abused?! I need to talk to my wife about this!

 SUE

But you’re dead, Mr. President! You’re just a corpse. A dead but- An alive corpse. Speaking and moving every night inside this room. You can’t leave. No one even knows you’re uh.. Alive? I’m the only one who has knowledge about this. Or maybe the kid too. The one who once got lost in the museum and saw you open your eyes. A very careless move, Mr. President! But no one believed him anyway! Not even your wife.

 FERNANDO

(Sits at the edge of the casket)

So.. No one knows about this then?

 SUE

Yes. And you don’t remember so much about your life. (Starts wiping the wall surface of the room.)

 FERNANDO

I don’t?

 SUE

The last thing you remember is your wife and the three officials you said were the reason for your effective presidency. And interestingly, me! You remember my existence each night but I have to keep reminding you of yours!

 FERNANDO

Yes! The three cabinet members. They were the reason why I was the president in the first place. They told me I could and so I did. I did with the help of my wife. She encouraged me with everything! Oh, I miss her!

 SUE

Yes, yes, your wife. Your wife was an accomplice too. She still enjoys the robbed wealth up to now. And you’re here, stuck in a museum, only awake at night and oblivious about your own atrocities. What a sad life. I mean, death.. (Continues cleaning every surface of the room.) And you have to deal with me every night! During your prime, you only spoke and socialized to high-ranking officials. Well, look at you now! You have no choice but talk to a housekeeper like me. Karma, maybe.

 FERNANDO

Was I really a bad leader?

 SUE

Yes. Evil, actually. A dictator. You caused so much troubles. People were fighting each other. All because of you!

(Walks to the left part of the stage. Lights point towards a black backpack. SUE grabs something from the inside.)

But I brought you something. I’ve tried every way to make you remember permanently, but every time you wake up you just don’t seem to remember. You’re oblivious of your crimes. (Walks towards a small television at the right corner of the room as she holds a small square case. The stage light follows her.)

(SUE grabs a chair.)

SUE

Sit.

 (FERNANDO, confused, sits on the chair.)

 (SUE starts to operate the television. She opens the small case and it shows a disk.)

SUE

You will watch this for the whole night. Just to give you a sense of the harsh realities during your regime.

 FERNANDO

Will that work?

 SUE

I’m not sure. We’ll see, Mr. President. We’ll see, Mr. Casket.

(SUE leaves him and heads to the left stage. She grabs the mop and continues mopping while facing the audience.)

SUE

I hope after this, he remembers. He just seems to turn into a soulless corpse as days pass by. He must remember. He deserves to remember. He deserves to be haunted by his actions!

(Lights turn off and focus on the seated FERNANDO. The sound of the film he was watching fill the entire room.)

BLACKOUT

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Grand Chase

N. Torno

A man that survived a war is said to be someone that knows everything. It can be said to be the same with this guy. What he saw was not a war, but a one – man slaughter. He saw the beast’s white and dark swords bathed in the blood of those he called brothers. No one was able to predict that this would happen. He slaughtered everything that breathes and moves. As the war ended with both sides being slaughtered by a single being that was supposed to be on the other side. The disaster disappeared leaving the world forever scarred. After this encounter he was able to know what inevitable disaster once this catastrophe returns. That is why he wished for a way to counter this… this inevitable disaster. It took him almost his whole life, but he was able to create it. The sword he called Grandark that rivals the sword of the demon Eclipse. As well as the only being that is designed to wield Grandark, Zero. A homunculus that is made to be able to live for centuries. As this story is being told by the current demon king to his little son Dio, he thought to himself then that if Zero was real they could have fought back against the ancient demon’s slaughter every time. (100 years later)

 A bloody afternoon in the battlegrounds. Blood was spilled both demonic, human or ancient. The reason for this war is not because of some territory or land, but information about the Ancient Demon Duel’s arrival to this dimension. Dio who was slaughtering the humans who was trying to force their way to the kingdom of the demonkin saw the dimension was cracked and someone was trying to force their way inside this dimension. Due to how it is similar to Duel’s way of transport both sides in the war was confused but Dio, the prince of the demonkin shouldered the responsibility of killing Duel, without a single word he assigned his trusted men in the war and went to place where the dimension crack was located. Arriving at the place he expected overwhelming pressure being emitted by the ancient demon and expected to die as well but what he saw is not a demon, but a homunculi, but this isn’t any normal artificial human that he knows of because he is emitting a strong but not heavy pressure, and the sword of this homunculi was alive. As he wakes up, Dio then ask, “Who the hell are you?!?!” The person stood up and as he was about to talk, Dio who was still in shock decided to point his blade before this person even started talking and also told him to walk slowly in the direction to the kingdom of the demons. The homunculi decided to not talk and just comply. When Dio returned to the battlefield he saw that the war ended at least for now. As he was entering the kingdom the homunculus was greeted with looks of confusion because what they expected was the dead body of their prince Dio because of him suddenly charging to the dimension crack, not a prisoner. After they put him in a prison enforced with sealing magic, Dio was scolded by his father for suddenly charging and was almost killed. They had a talk about this matter and decided to just let it go since Dio returned now decided to talk about the prisoner that came from the dimension crack and was given a chance to see the king. He spoke and said “I’m here to look for a person, I’m here to kill that person” without any emotion in those words. The king then asked, “Who is this person?”. He then replied “Duel”. The people were at shock after hearing the name of the ancient demon from his mouth. At first, they laughed on how someone who seems to have no emotion desired to kill a catastrophe but Dio seems to have acknowledged that he never desired to kill Duel but was programmed to do so. During the interrogation they asked his name at the very last part, but he said nothing. Then they saw a light shining from his back and when checked it was a sword hidden in plain sight. The king then asked what this sword is. He then answered “Grandark”. Everyone was shocked to hear the name of the sword. That is when Dio decided to ask, “What name did your creator bestowed on you?!” he then replied “Zero”. Due to the sudden turn of events they decided to put him in prison for a while and decide what to do next, but during the discussion, they sensed another dimension crack near them. The one that came out this time was someone they knew very well, and it was Duel. As Duel was staring at the demons, Dio drew his scythe and was ready for any attacks Duel will unleash. Duel, recognizing the small demon’s resolve he decided to draw the legendary sword Eclipse, but what came afterwards was someone that no one expected. There was a sudden explosion in the kingdom with a black figure jumping towards Duel. It was Zero and no one knew how powerful he was until they saw it. The blade Grandark was absorbing the strength of both Duel and Eclipse. They saw him and acknowledged his name during that confrontation, that this man is Zero. As Zero clashes with Duel while cloth in black miasma like substance, the sword keeps on changing to a drill, a great sword, and many more preventing Duel from adapting on the ways Zero fight. As the battle progresses, they see clearly that Zero has the upper hand in the clash of both strength and adapting. Due to how the fight was going Duel was forced to open and crack the dimension space to escape. Zero then was left with his task unfinish. As Zero go down the kingdom he was greeted by both fear and admiration. The whole kingdom apologizes for imprisoning the only person capable of killing the catastrophe. Zero did not mind them much and replied “I don’t mind” without a single emotion and never knowing if this is sarcastic or not. Due to how the kingdom was at shock to see a living legend that is said to be the only hope against Duel, the king decided to help Zero and asked to leave immediately. During the discussion, Dio then said, “I’m going with him”. At first the king was against it but due to how Zero is someone that is on par with Duel, Dio was assigned to watch over and help Zero. They then get ready to slay the ancient demon Duel. Zero then opened up the dimension crack and charge straight into Duel’s location. Arriving at the location seeing the catastrophic demon waiting for them. Zero and Dio draw’s their blade while Duel draw’s his. The clash started and it has been almost a month. During this time, the clash was already known by the entire world and other dimensions and for the very first time all kinds of beings was there watching and was in the same side. The clash between Zero, Dio and Duel changed the landscape, destroyed the mountains, evaporated the seas near the area. The world was forever changed because of the power of both sides. It’s been already a year and the fight is finally nearing it’s end. Duel and Dio exhausted due to fatigue but Zero seem to still be fine due to his strong counter to the ancient demon Duel. The very first time Zero finally spoke out with emotion shouting “Giga!! Drill!! Break!!” while changing Grandark in a form of a drill striking and destroying Duel but before his death he showed Zero his memories and was given with two emotions because of it, and that was both anger and sorrow. With the demon now slain Zero now holding emotions decided to leave this dimension never showing again even if the dimensions are destroyed.

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Fly

R. Pamintuan

From the deep oceans, you help me to survive,

Dark cave, you gave me a light,

Dark forests you help me to let go,

But, from light, you left and disappear like a bubble.

 “I love you” that word that I always hear from you,

“I miss you,” you say this every time you miss me,

“I hate you” that word that makes me hurt a lot,

“Let’s end this relationship” that word that can pull me down.

You speak a lot with a full of promises but you act nothing,

You say “I love you” but it's not coming from your heart,

You are on my side but you go to another side,

You leave, you leave me alone in a secluded.

 Me, Best friend, who will you choose?

You’re girlfriend or girl best friend,

You left me behind while you choose your path with your best friend,

You abandoned me while suffering.

 I cry, cry every night thinking if I was enough?

Am I not enough? Or you are not enough for me?

I did everything but you didn’t appreciate it,

I run and love myself until I fly

Fly to leave you,

Fly to become happy,

Fly to become tranquil,

Fly to love myself.

 I thought you love me but the reality is not,

Your best friend is my best friend,

Our best friend is like a snake,

It suits the color red to her because she’s a snake.

 She smells like garbage,

She smiles like a devil,

She plays like a kid,

A desperate woman.

 The color red to my heart is now changed,

I deactivate my feelings to you,

I turned off my hearing to avoid all your excuses,

I will never hold your hands anymore.

 We can’t back the past,

I learn to move on for myself for my future,

The future is uncertain,

I need to focus on myself.

The past is dark,

The present is a little bit lighten up,

The future is bright than to bright,

The future is the first priority.

 I fly so that my future will not stay from the dark,

I fly so that my future become perfect,

Loving myself first to have a perfect path in the future,

My future is my priority that why I need to fly, fly.

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1897

R. Pamintuan

Señorito your love is full of red,

Your love, love to me is big as the sun,

You will look at me love and turn your head,

But bun we’re not allowed cuz' I'm a nun.

We have a call sign a weird call sign “bun”,

You still treat me like, like a real girlfriend,

You always feel me your love honeybun,

But all the memories we have will end,

Is now end because you misunderstand,

But for now on, I'm not your bun my love,

All the hurt that I receive makes me stand,

I will let our past to be end my love.

 Our love end in 1897,

Our past will call 1897.

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