Mark Geriko Bucaling
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Vacant Chair, Unheard Laughter
An empty chair at the family table serves as a poignant reminder of the laughter that once filled the room. Its absence leaves a void, a space once occupied by joyful conversations and shared jokes. The air is heavy with the echoes of unheard laughter, a symphony of mirth that still reverberates within the hearts of those gathered. Memories of vibrant personalities and unforgettable moments reside within the vacant chair, waiting to be reignited by the warmth of companionship and the unspoken promise of togetherness.
By Mark Geriko Bucaling12 months ago in Fiction
Unblown Candle, Unmade Wish
A solitary candle stands tall and unlit, its wick untouched by a flickering flame. The wax, pristine and unmarred, holds the potential to carry whispered wishes into the universe. Each passing moment is a missed opportunity, the chance for dreams to materialize and aspirations to take flight. The unblown candle becomes a symbol of unfulfilled desires, a beacon of hope patiently awaiting ignition. Its silent presence reminds us to embrace the present, to seize the fleeting opportunities before us, and to ignite the flame of possibility that flickers within our souls.
By Mark Geriko Bucaling12 months ago in Fiction
Unplayed Melody, Broken Instrument
The piano, its keys untouched, stands as a silent sentinel in the corner of the room. Layers of dust have settled upon the polished surface, obscuring the vibrant notes that once danced through the air. The instrument, a conduit for raw emotions, now bears the weight of silence and neglect. Its broken keys and worn strings tell tales of melodies unplayed, of emotions left unexpressed. But within its worn frame lies the potential for resurrection, a yearning to breathe life into forgotten harmonies. It patiently awaits the touch of skilled hands, eager to unleash the unspoken music hidden within its depths.
By Mark Geriko Bucaling12 months ago in Fiction
Unspoken Goodbye, Lingering Embrace
In the quiet corridor, a lingering embrace holds within it an unspoken goodbye. Two souls, once intertwined, find themselves at the crossroads of separate journeys. Their bodies speak the language of love, silently conveying the depth of their emotions. The warmth of their touch lingers, creating an invisible thread that connects their hearts across time and distance. In that fleeting moment, they find solace in the bittersweet beauty of farewell, cherishing the memories they have shared and carrying them forward into the vast expanse of their individual paths.
By Mark Geriko Bucaling12 months ago in Fiction
Forgotten Footprints, Unexplored Paths
The sandy beach stretches ahead, its shoreline adorned with forgotten footprints, each one a story left untold. The waves whisper secrets of unexplored paths, urging wanderers to venture beyond the familiar. The imprints in the sand hold the echoes of unfulfilled adventures, of dreams yet to be chased. They call to the restless souls, urging them to step forward and leave their mark on the vast canvas of life, to embrace the unknown and discover the hidden treasures that await.
By Mark Geriko Bucaling12 months ago in Fiction
Left Behind
Bundles of unsent love letters gather dust in the bottom drawer of an antique writing desk, their existence known only to the drawer's wooden confines. Each letter, carefully penned with ink and emotion, speaks volumes of unrequited love and unexpressed desires. Their words, hidden away, hold the power to transcend time and distance. Within the drawer's depths, the letters become a secret solace, a silent conversation between hearts that never had the chance to intertwine. Their unspoken affections echo through the ages, carried by the whispers of the wind, longing for a day when they will finally find their rightful recipients.
By Mark Geriko Bucaling12 months ago in Fiction
Faded Photograph, Forgotten Moments
A faded photograph, once vibrant with captured memories, now bears the marks of time. The soft hues of nostalgia paint the worn edges, telling tales of moments that have slipped through the cracks of memory. Gazing upon the blurred faces frozen in forgotten moments, one can't help but feel a bittersweet pang of longing. Each crease and faded line holds stories untold, a testament to the fleeting nature of time and the impermanence of even the most cherished memories. The photograph becomes a cherished artifact, a doorway to the past, where forgotten moments come alive once more.
By Mark Geriko Bucaling12 months ago in Fiction
Unopened Gift, Uncelebrated Occasion
The beautifully wrapped present sits untouched on the table, adorned with a satin bow and delicate ribbons. It exudes an aura of mystery and unspoken celebration. Time stands still as the occasion it was meant for fades away, lost in the tides of life's unpredictable journey. The unopened gift becomes a symbol of missed opportunities, holding within its concealed contents the untapped joys and cherished memories that never came to pass. Yet, its presence serves as a gentle reminder of the potential for celebration that still lingers in the heart, waiting for the perfect moment to unfold.
By Mark Geriko Bucaling12 months ago in Fiction
Unworn Wedding Dress, Unspoken Vows
The pristine lace dress, meticulously chosen, hangs untouched in the wardrobe. In the quiet solitude of her room, she recalls the love that once filled her heart. A veil of silence drapes over the unspoken vows, their promises lingering in the depths of her soul, never to be witnessed by another.
By Mark Geriko Bucaling12 months ago in Fiction
Abandoned Memories, Unread Letters
Dust-covered boxes lay forgotten in the attic, holding fragments of a life once cherished. Among them, a bundle of unsent letters reveals untold secrets and unspoken confessions. The author's words, locked away for eternity, now serve as a testament to missed opportunities and lost connections—a silent conversation that will never find its recipient.
By Mark Geriko Bucaling12 months ago in Fiction
Empty Crib, Dreams Unfulfilled
The nursery, once filled with hope and anticipation, now stands barren. Each night, the parents yearned to cradle their child, but fate had other plans. The crib, untouched by tiny hands, serves as a reminder of dreams unfulfilled. They find solace in whispered lullabies that fill the empty room, carrying their love to a place where dreams never fade.
By Mark Geriko Bucaling12 months ago in Fiction
San Lorenzo's Triumph
San Lorenzo defeated Newell's Old Boys 2-1 on Sunday to move up to fifth place in the Primera División table. The match was played at the Estadio Pedro Bidegain in Buenos Aires, Argentina. San Lorenzo took the lead in the 20th minute when Ezequiel Cerutti scored from close range. Newell's Old Boys equalized in the 50th minute through Juan Garro, but San Lorenzo regained the lead in the 65th minute through Adam Bareiro.
By Mark Geriko Bucalingabout a year ago in FYI