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I’ve been called a lot of things.
Insane, crazy, raving, a lunatic.
But not of them fit quite as nicely as “deranged”
Maybe because it meant that I used to be normal.
That I wasn’t always like this.
That something happened to make me this way.
That YOU happened to make me this way.
» Posted By Rio On 03.11.2014 @ 6:10 am
She was dead nervous as she finished pouring the wine into the glasses and fixing the settings. Now, all she had to do was to wait for him to show up.
She already had a plan in mind. She’d let them have dinner, drink a little, laugh a little, and after settling down, she’d talk to him about it. In a calm, mature way.
Yes, that was the way to do it.
He opened the door, bouquet of flowers in hand. He looked so happy and carefree and rugged in his long-sleeve shirt (top two buttons undone) and dress pants.
It made her more nervous.
Which is why when he sat down, she blurted out “I’m pregnant.”
» Posted By Rio On 01.29.2014 @ 8:19 am
I never thought of him as a hero.
He was too quiet, too forgiving, too SOFT.
He never seemed like the perfect prince or the dazzling knight who would sweep princesses off their feet.
But when he saw me in my broken state and did nothing but come up to sit with me, I realized that maybe, he was a different kind of hero.
The kind of hero I needed.
» Posted By Rio On 11.16.2013 @ 4:42 am
The potatoes were overcooked, the meat not nearly seasoned enough, and the candles just wouldn’t stay lit. To top it off, you spilled the (cheap) wine on your shirt when you were trying to open it (which resulted in the cork falling into the bottle).
But as she looked at you in amusement while forcing herself to eat the dinner you tried your very hardest to make, you couldn’t help but feel you did this just right.
» Posted By Rio On 10.25.2013 @ 11:12 pm
He kept on changing the words
And fixing the chords
Until no one knew
What his song was about
(And maybe that’s how he wanted it)
» Posted By Rio On 10.19.2013 @ 5:28 am
This isn’t what I thought it was.
I expected it to be boiling – I expected flames to be licking at my skin, charring it and blistering me.
I did not expect this icy wasteland.
I didn’t expect this lonely room.
And I most certainly did not expect hell to be so… empty.
» Posted By Rio On 09.23.2013 @ 3:06 am
There are quite a few things that I don’t do as often as I’d like, I think.
Like curling up on my bed and reading a book that I actually want to read.
Eating out with my friends and making so much noise the staff glare at us.
Talking to someone until the sun rises.
Telling my parents I love them.
Hugging my siblings.
Convince myself I’m good enough.
Small things like those, which I seldom ever do.
» Posted By Rio On 09.14.2013 @ 10:32 am
Gossip followed her everywhere she went.
She learned to just shrug it off – maybe even laugh at some of the wilder versions of the story.
She was totally unaffected and remained cool and passive.
On the outside.
On the inside, she knew every single rumor had a shred of truth in them.
She just didn’t know which ones were true, anymore.
» Posted By Rio On 09.05.2013 @ 9:49 am
It’s about to begin.
The referee is talking to both team captains, going over the rules once again.
You notice that they both have their arms crossed. Their faces are passive and they seem a bit tense.
The referee finally stops talking and he makes the captains shake hands. They size each other up while doing it.
Your captain comes back and he makes you guys go into a huddle. No other words are said as he puts his hand in the middle. You all pile yours on top and shout your team name.
You line up and the go signal is given.
It’s time to win nationals.
» Posted By Rio On 08.23.2013 @ 11:13 am
» Posted By Rio On 07.27.2013 @ 11:19 pm
It’s funny how much between us was actually unwritten and unsaid.
What’s even funnier is that people always assumed that it wasn’t (unwritten and unsaid, that is).
But the funniest thing is that I actually believed there was something worth writing and talking about.
» Posted By Rio On 07.21.2013 @ 10:46 pm
She opened door after door until finally, she came upon a hallway. This one didn’t have just one door like the others – no, this one had two. And they were both open.
In one door she saw her past. She saw her parents as she saw them in her childhood – perpetually fighting, trying to keep their voices down when she was there.
And in another door, she saw her future. She saw herself with a drunk and angry husband and a crying baby at the side.
The message was clear, but the choice was hard: would she fix her past, or change her future?
» Posted By Rio On 07.20.2013 @ 8:05 pm
They were always the ones to make people laugh; never hesitating to belittle themselves in the sake of comedy. They could take any kind of hit- hell, the name of their job was a blow in itself.
So it didn’t really surprise her when she found him crying into his arms once the show was over. You couldn’t expect them to not feel anything after a while, right?
She was silent as she sat beside him, stroking his hair and his back.
“My poor little fool.” She whispered as his sobs continued on into the night.
» Posted By Rio On 06.10.2013 @ 8:12 am
She rocked the crib slowly, the last few notes of the lullaby drawing to a close.
The baby inside gave a little yawn and drifted to sleep, a pacifier in his mouth, his eyes closed, and his face relaxed.
She kissed his forehead and sighed, turning towards the door. The man waiting there stood with his arms crossed, his posture giving away nothing except for the fact that he had a gun with him. She nodded and walked out with him, not looking back towards her baby.
» Posted By Rio On 05.20.2013 @ 5:35 am
She rocked in front of hundreds each night; sometimes in the little rundown cafe on the street corner, and sometimes in big arenas.
She always mulled over her set list; it was a rocker thing, apparently.
Her set list always told a story; whether it was the story of her high school life, her first heartbreak, the last boyfriend she had, or her friends.
And tonight, her set list would tell the story of them.
» Posted By Rio On 05.16.2013 @ 10:16 am
“So are you two, like, dating or something?” They both grew quiet and looked down, their lips pursed and their hands fidgeting.
They always knew it was a taboo thing between them. No talking about what they were – or what they weren’t. They were happy staying like this.
So it surprised her when he reached under the table and grabbed her hand, only offering their companion a small smile.
» Posted By Rio On 05.14.2013 @ 7:41 am
I could hear him before I could see him. His footsteps making loud noises on the staircase. It sounded like he kept on tripping.
Then, I could smell him. And that’s what made me really scared. It smelled like that stinky yellow drink he likes – what was its name? Beer?
And finally, he turned the knob so I could see him. I whimpered and grabbed my teddy bear, already shutting my eyes to try and not think of the pain.
» Posted By Rio On 05.08.2013 @ 3:26 am
He liked telling stories. Stories about him and his friends, their adventures, stories about the past of the tribe. Stories that would become legends.
But his favorite kind of stories were stories of the future – stories where you were free to write it as you please.
» Posted By Rio On 05.06.2013 @ 8:49 pm
Everyone thought she was like water; cool and calm under any situation, flexible, and adapting. Sometimes, she too, thought she was like water.
But few people saw the fire burning in her eyes, the flames guiding her actions, the passion with which she felt things, the ardent flame that would not dare to die out.
» Posted By Rio On 05.06.2013 @ 9:05 am
They weren’t friends; not really. It just so happened that they had a common enemy. And after all, the enemy of your enemy is your friend.
So it totally wasn’t friendship when they shared food or helped each other set up their tents. Even when they told pointless little stories beside a campfire to try and wile away the time. Nope, they totally weren’t friends. They were just enemies with an enemy.
» Posted By Rio On 04.30.2013 @ 8:32 am
She was trapped into a corner, trying her best to keep quiet. Something she was currently failing at, seeing as she couldn’t stop the little giggles escaping her mouth.
He heard the sweet, high-pitched giggles, and smirked triumphantly. He followed the sound to where he supposed she was.
He turned and was confused at the site of an empty corner. He swore he heard her…
Then she jumped on him from behind, her laughter ringing off the walls, her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.
“Checkmate.” She whispered into his ear as he smiled.
» Posted By Rio On 04.24.2013 @ 8:32 am
He picked up his order from the barista – a tall Americano, one pack of sugar – and sat down in his normal chair by the window of the little cafe.
He sipped the hot drink, bringing out some of his files from work for him to peruse. He continued in this fashion, surreptitiously glancing at the door every few seconds.
The bell by the door rang as a woman stepped in, shaking her hair free of the stray snowflakes, brushing some of them off her coat. She went to the counter and ordered her usual – a Caramel macchiato and a bagel with cream cheese – and went towards her normal seat by the window of the little cafe.
He said nothing as she slid the chair across from. She got out a book – the sequel of the last book she was reading, he realized – and opened it to where her bookmark was, getting absorbed into the story.
Neither of them said a word to each other, though both of them had a hint of a smile.
» Posted By Rio On 04.22.2013 @ 11:03 pm
She stared down from where she stood, about a foot from the edge of the rocky cliffs. Her heart was racing, she was starting to sweat, and she couldn’t keep still.
It was only natural for her to be scared. She’s never done anything like this before.
She’s heard stories, of course. Mostly distant “Oh, I heard about this person….” or “My cousin told me that one time….”. But all the stories ended the same, no matter who told them.
She glanced back at her friends, a few dozen feet away from her. They were all doing their own business; none of them seemed to mind her.
She made up her mind. Taking a deep breath, she took a few steps back in order to give her a head start. Then closing her eyes and saying a quick prayer, she ran until she was half a foot from the edge, and she jumped.
She screamed as she fell, half laughing hysterically and half sobbing. Then, she hit the clear tropical water, her friends shouting in the background.
» Posted By Rio On 04.20.2013 @ 5:55 am
They grew up in the concrete jungle that was the metropolitan- the tall skyscrapers were their trees, the cars and buses the creepy crawlies on the jungle floor, and the sidewalks the well worn footpaths.
Always, adults would comment about their own childhoods; childhoods filled with climbing trees. skinned knees, lazy days under the summer sun, snow days during winter.
But the kids would just sit there and give them a slightly indulgent smile, nodding and humming in the right places. Sometimes, they’d feel a little defensive – wasn’t it them who decided that they should stay here in the city while the kids grew up?
But even if their childhood consisted of going down to the convenience store at the corner of the road, closing the grate on the old clunky elevator, double checking their pockets and bags to make sure nothing was lost, and warily avoiding suspicious persons on the street, they knew they wouldn’t have had it any other way.
» Posted By Rio On 04.19.2013 @ 8:27 am
He crouched down deeper into the undergrowth, making sure that he could still see her.
They were having some sort of festival; something to do with lights and dancing and general merriment. She was in the center of it all- the queen of the festival.
And what was he? A dark, lowly creature watching on the sidelines, not wanting to taint her luminous, regal glow.
» Posted By Rio On 04.18.2013 @ 4:31 am
He stood in front of her, mumbling and scratching his head and fiddling and just generally being nervous.
“Um, you were going to say something…?” She asked, trying to keep her curiosity – and patience – in check.
He mumbled something again and she sighed, finally losing her cool. She leaned in and his blush intensified.
“What were you going to say?” She asked him again, staring into his eyes. She was so close to his face.
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and placed his lips onto hers.
And that kiss said everything he mumbled out.
» Posted By Rio On 04.17.2013 @ 1:08 am
I glared at the machine I was working at, cursing and muttering underneath my breath.
I paused and wiped some sweat from my brow, looking up and glaring at the super intendant. He smirked back and gave me a mocking salute.
I continued working. Because while they had her, they had leverage over me.
» Posted By Rio On 04.15.2013 @ 10:16 pm
They fit together like a puzzle; neatly, perfectly, problem-free. If he was this shape, she was its complement. That’s how it always seemed to be.
So why, she wondered, had this not worked out like before? It’s like she was a round peg trying to fit into a square hole – neither of them relenting.
» Posted By Rio On 04.15.2013 @ 3:31 am
It’s funny how attraction works sometimes. A guy and a girl can be mutually attracted to one another; as can a guy and a guy, a girl and a girl, a kid and an adult.
But sometimes the attraction isn’t so mutual, is it?
And sometimes, the attraction is completely out of one’s hands. Like how a pin is attracted to a magnet; it’s the way of nature. To defy it would be futile and pointless.
» Posted By Rio On 04.13.2013 @ 8:41 pm
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He was sitting in a little alcove naturally made by the tree, face pinched in concentration.
“Come on, you can do it! Just stretch out a little!” She told him encouragingly. She didn’t know the branch would break if he stepped on it. She didn’t know that when he got her trinket, he would fall down.
But it’s okay, he thought, it would be for her. So he wouldn’t regret it.
And maybe he’d finally get her to notice him, this way.
» Posted By Rio On 04.12.2013 @ 9:52 pm