For sale
baby shoes, never worn.
In the forgotten depths of a storeroom, the shoes lay untouched, preserving the essence of a life unlived. Each stitch, a testament to hopes unfulfilled and dreams left suspended. For sale: baby shoes, never worn.
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Mark Geriko Bucaling
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Forgotten Memories
In the dimly lit attic, amidst a labyrinth of forgotten trinkets and discarded furniture, rests an antique wooden chest. Its presence is commanding, beckoning me with an air of mystery. Intricate carvings adorn its weathered exterior, whispering tales of a bygone era. The rusted lock guards the secrets held within, secrets that have waited patiently to be unveiled.
By Mark Geriko Bucalingabout a year ago in Fiction
Falling in Love with Pain
There’s a curious allure to pain, an inexplicable magnetism that draws us in, whispers sweet nothings in our ears, and wraps us in its cold embrace. It’s a paradoxical dance we engage in, tiptoeing on the precipice between pleasure and agony, surrendering to the intoxicating rhythm of our own suffering. In this enigmatic waltz, we find ourselves entangled, finding solace in the very thing that causes us anguish.
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