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"Severing The Ties"

Written by Deidrew Tuazon

Here I am again, sitting at the cafeteria table alone, snacking on my cold sandwich with some

apple juice that I bought from the convenience store. And there I saw her again, beautiful black

silky hair, porcelain skin, and hazel eyes. I can see why everyone is attracted to her, she was an

all rounded girl, balancing being an athlete and being the top student in school. Whenever I look

at her it always makes me wonder what it'd feel like to be popular, to be surrounded by people

who love and adore you. What I hadn't known was that I was already staring off into space,

looking at her, she must've seen me staring as she flashed a warm smile at me, I just went to class

and tried to forget about it. The next day I realized I slept in and was already late to class. As I

hurried out I just saw my mom on the couch, already on her third bottle, I paid her no mind and

started running without thinking of eating or bringing food. Once lunchtime came, that's when I

realized I don't even have money to buy food. So there I was, sitting down in the cafeteria alone,

hungry, that's when I saw her, she radiated a bright and warm energy wherever she may go. This

time she waved and approached me," Hello there! I noticed that you didn't bring food today, here

you can have some of this bread if you'd like," she said with a cheery voice. "I'm Rina by the

way, Rina Lunari," she said with a smile on her face. I introduced myself as she sat down to eat

with me, we started talking about things that interested us and who would've guessed, we both

liked a lot of the same things. Time passed by quickly, she asked me if we could walk home

together so of course, I complied. As we were walking, I felt an aching sensation in my head, the

next moment I woke up I was already in a hospital bed. Completely clueless about what

happened, a nurse came in and told me that I passed out due to lack of food in my system and

that I needed to eat more. I then checked the time on my phone and saw that it was half past

midnight. I kept staring at my phone thinking, isn't my mom worried even in the slightest bit?

she sent not one even one message, does she even love me? Does anyone even love me? It

dawned on me that this is what loneliness must feel like, I am completely alone, with no one who

truly loves me. As I was spiraling, this was when I felt something gripping my hand, it was Rina.

She was sleeping as she held my hand, I didn't know how to react nor how to feel. I've always

been alone in situations like this, it's not like it's the first time I've been in the hospital either. As I

was staring at her I saw something red, a thin red line that was wrapped around my finger. I was

confused as to what that string was but as I was staring she woke up and flashed another one of

her warm smiles at me. "Solana, how're you feeling?", Rina asked. I told her I was fine, that I

just needed a bit more rest, after that she escorted me home and gave me a get well soon basket,

"that's very sweet of her" I told myself. The next day, as I was showering I noticed that the red

string was still tied around my finger, curiously I tried untying it which only made my finger

hurt. So after I showered I tried following the string to see where it'd go. As I was walking down

the hall, I saw my mother again, drinking her life off, but this time I also saw a red string tied

around her finger. I tried following it but it led to my Dad's urn which made me wonder what that

meant. I tried going on my phone, searching through every bit of the internet to see what it could

mean, and I saw an article about an urban legend called, "The Red Strings of Fate." Seeing what

it meant made me light up, does this mean that there really is someone out there for me? A few

weeks had passed, somehow everything went back to normal, although Rina wasn't going to

school anymore, I'm worried about what had happened to her.

These past few weeks I've also seen how there really is someone for everyone, seeing how they

have strings that connected them, may they be happy or not, they were still each other's

soulmates. I decided, today is the day I find my soulmate, I need to know who'll actually love

me. So this is when my search began, I followed the strings but to no avail, I still haven't seen

them, the person at the end of my string. It was almost midnight by the time I reached the train

station, here I have a gut feeling that I'm getting closer. As I was nearing the boarding station, I

saw a girl in the distance, I saw how my string had connected to hers. I thought this is it, I finally

got to meet them, running as fast as I could I realized who it was. It was Rina, just standing there

at the edge of the train tracks. I yelled out to her and she heard me, she smiled warmly at me, I

smiled back realizing that Rina was the person I was meant to be with all along. Then it

happened. She jumped in front of the train. I couldn't react, what do I even do? This was when I

decided to sever the ties.

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"A step into my writing life"

By Deidrew Tuazon

How would I describe my writing journey? To make things easier, let's split it up through the stages of life.

Stage 1: Infancy

From when I was born up until I was learning to walk I had many people come into my life, each

carrying me with a different story to tell. Many tales were told, ranging from those who are heroic and bold, stories and lessons which shape me like a mold.

Stage 2: Childhood

This was when I got to explore my artistic side, coloring the walls, following the lines as guides. Learning to walk, talk, and write, this was just the start of a long ride. I've become active and social, trying my best to tell my own tales. Trying to write down my journal, becoming fond of telltales. I've grown detached of writing because of the way my handwriting looks, its apparent that still hasn't changed..

Stage 3: Adolescence

Here we are, on my way to adulthood. Going through issues and tissues seeing if I could get a clue. How do I express feelings which those I can't even tell no one? Whom do I go to in my times of need? My parents aren't there, my friends are also growing, I just feel so alone. This was when my love for writing came back, I journaled my thoughts into a tiny book, one I can keep where no one can look. On my spare time I would watch videos of spoken poetry, the tone in their voice, the feelings in their eyes, it gets me all giddy. From there, I would write poems with my friends, on the floor with only our papers and pens. Reading them to one another, these memories are those which will last forever. My love for writing only grew from there, from poems to short stories, the amount of serotonin writing gives me, nothing can compare. I am still learning and on the process of going through adulthood, many more lessons to experience, I bet I'll always look back to my childhood.

Stage 4: Adulthood

I can't wait to see what's in store for me in the future. May it be happy or sad, I can always cope

with humor. I look forward to where life may take me, the next time I continue this I hope I'm still free as a bee with tons of honey, making money for my soon to be family.

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“My Shining Star”

By Deidrew B. Tuazon 

"My shining star, do your best and do it with a smile" A phrase which stuck to me ever since I was a child. A young and ambitious boy, courageous and bold but my once fiery passion, has now gone cold

I was the golden child, a trophy meant to be displayed to others, 

One who is outstanding, triumphant, but also a prisoner. 

A chamber of pressure and regrets,

I need to be a star, though I could use a listener. 

What's this? Where are the strings that once controlled me? 

Am I no longer needed, am I really free? 

No this can't be, I'm a shining star, I promise I can be whatever you want me to be, 

I need validation, tell me I'm doing ok, I'll do my best, that I can guarantee.

 I'm the golden child, the gifted kid, but why do I feel so empty inside? 

The brightest stars may burn the fastest, but I need to remember that I am a star nonetheless.

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“Strings Of Life”

By Deidrew Tuazon

The strings of life that has a hold on every one of us. Each string producing a different sound, leading

to a different path depending on how we choose to play the right strings to achieve the right melody.

Hello drew, how are you? have you seen the notes? do you now know which string to play? Choosing

and deciding always pressures you, you should always take your time drew, one string at a time. The

string like a tightrope which you always cross when making big decisions, the sigh of relief you make,

the feeling of content and accomplishment. The red string of life, which connects you to your

soulmate. I wonder when you will meet. Will it be under the stars in a sandy beach? Will it be

something as simple as meeting online? So many questions with so little answers. The feeling of

uncertainty has got me on edge, The strings of life can truly be peculiar.