"She gleams silver underneath the moonlight," I said proudly. "And yet, she truly is crimson, deep as the blood we shed."
“Isabel,” a voice speaks my name. It was almost a whisper. It was as if it were only windswept. I looked behind, seeking the echoes once more. “Isabel…”
My eyes opened as the pain burst, spreading through my body. There were no sounds around, only silence. The night still creeps on. In my room. I tried not to scream. The pain shoots up my spine. It was blinding. The old scars upon my back reddened.
Involuntarily, I arched, bending my spine heavenwards. My arms extended, digging into the sheets, trying to support my torso’s rise. My hands crumpled into fists, as if gripping hard into the air. The pain trebled. “Isabel!”
I am losing breath. The pain is beyond my capacity. Red flashed from the darkness. I lost consciousness.
Sunlight hits the lid of my eyes. Too bright for my comfort. I feel like I am still in my bed. Opening my eyes, I try to look around. There is no more pain, but there might be chaos left.
I gasped. I was shocked at what I saw. A blood-red sword pierces my chest. The pain comes back. Yet, this time, it is upon my chest.
“This is my punishment,” tears rolled from my eyes. The sword burned bright upon the day. I could try to escape…
I focused, closing my eyes. I summoned all the power left in me. My hands glowed. I closed on the hilt with both hands. But before I could even touch it, fire burst forth. I screamed in pain. I could not touch her. “Stelmaria…”
I curved my body. There could only be one chance. I will have to submit to my true form. The scars reddened. Before yesterday’s nightmarish events, the scars have long since been unused. Ink spread from there, forming runes. With what remained of my strength, I whispered, “Reveal the Light.”
It was as if sunlight started to pour out of my wrists. Out of the fierce glow came the bindings- chains to Ascension. My eyes glowed, and with it, markings glowed on my left cheek. The firebrand of angels. Finally, from the scars on my back, my wings emerged. The feathers were yellowish, with stains of black demon ichor. It has been long since I saw them.
Once again I tried to take the sword off my chest. This time, no fire came. No pain unraveled. Slowly, I pulled it out. And as the sword left my flesh, the wounds started to heal, all the pain ebbed away. I am free.
“Stelmaria, I am sorry,” looking down at the sword. Tears would have fallen if my eyes weren’t so dry. I am an angel once more. Perhaps, I could never live in this world. The bindings that I have are never diminishing. I must leave at once. Reconciliation with the others would be my first move. But…
“The sword can never part with its’ mistress.”
I spun around. From behind curtains, a man appeared. Dressed elegantly in formal black, his clothes crisply new, he started to approach me. I must be in a bigger trouble than I supposed. Angels were never meant to live in this world. Angels were never meant to be humans. They are bound to serve the Light. They can never love. I can never love…
“Greetings, Isabel,” he said as he conjured a cane from the air. “Come, the Grim awaits.”
Much Too Thirsty, So Little Coffee To Drink( full title)
I could not think of,
The last time I stayed up late,
With you in my mind,
With you in my lips,
With nothing but coffee to drink;
There might’ve been whiskey
In that too hot comfort drink,
Because reality was murdered,
And unreality dictated my blinks;
In that night’s midnight,
When the rhythm’s a sing-song flight,
In the tranquility of idle serendipity,
Chance shattered the dream’s multiplicity;
And then the random state of mind,
Spoke, leaving a singularly depressed heart blind;
The emotional capacity is at its limit,
I say: empty it and leave it,
Toxic waste, yellow fortune,
Pallid anthem, unfound tune;
There are seas of diseases
In between the grey pieces,
Ash flakes in the fire,
Molten hearts burning in the pyre;
Look at your stars,
Speeding like cars,
Chase them until December,
And maybe in the dark you’ll remember:
They’ve shone for you,
And every dream became reality in every hue.
Alfred Taubman, Richard Schultz, Ralph Lauren, Richard Branson, Micky Arison, Michael Dell, Mark Zuckerberg, Paul Allen, Bill Gates, and Steve Jobs never got out of college but succeeded. Damn, they're good.
To celebrate Nestle’s centennial year in the Philippines, Nescafe is hosting the “Simple Shots, Simple Joys” video promo.
The promo is open to all passionate video makers, students included. Participants have an option to choose which category to enter in: the general video category or the student category. Each category has a running theme, which the participants need to execute in their videos.
- General Category Theme: Who or what inspires you?
- Student Category Theme: Inspiring life’s simple joys
The only requirement for all entries is to include a shot of the red Nescafé centennial mug to start and end the videos.
Each video entry should have a running time of 15 to 45 seconds.
A total of P150, 000 worth of prizes is at stake. Here are the deadlines for both categories:
- Submission of entries for student category: July 20-August 18, 2011
- Submission of entries for general category: August 4-18, 2011
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