POV’s

-PILLOWTALK- FICTION There’s a reeking smell of lotion, sanitizer and sweat and other whatnots on the bed sheets. I tried to reach him for more but he turned his back. He just shrugged and the blanket ran further down his hips, barely covering anything. I tried my best to look normal. I reached his hand. He did nothing against it. I pulled him closer until he fell on the bed again. He groped my waist. His fingers felt hot brushing against my skin especially on those parts. I tried to press my body against his but I guess my strength is not enough. After all, we have been sleeping together since forever. Every night. Ugh. His manhood against my sof- ugh! Is so- oh. I think I’ll faint. His muscular arms against my tiny body felt like roots digging inside me for pleasure. I tried to bite his neck, but his fingers were all so clumsy it went under me and started to go oh-so-wriggly I lost all my sane. I forgot how to bite. There are times he’s wild like he’s no longer the man I used to know. He would bring more girls and though I could join the game, it is not enough still. Those girls are animals! One even forgot to wash her- eew! And sometimes, when one of his friend came to stay the night, he offered me! Ugh, it’s a wild experience to behind with. The unholy alarm screamed and he got up. He got up and unwillingly and went to the bathroom, *****. I’m left speechless. What can I do? Pillows don’t talk. Psh! ________________________________ The Death of Ogis Fiction-Short Story I was brought unto this world from a round white case. Not even given a chance to see the beauty of this world could offer. I was sent to an apartment; hell I call it. Living with this three step-brothers: Tom, Vaughn, and Toby, I knew nothing in this world’s pleasures that the three boys desire. I was locked up inside a small room with a glass window pane, enough let me see what life a waits for me in this pit-like place. My life became a constant blank until that day. That very day, what I thought would be the would be the very moment to blessed me with a pen to finally fill those same empty pages has instead brought upon me blades enough to tear my whole world. A stranger came. They talked and even laughed. It was like a devil having conversations with his apprentices, discussing their next crimes. I thought the stranger would bargain me for good but, I was wrong, Completely wrong. Tom rushed to my direction. He pulled the key and pushed the door open. He pulled my leg! I screamed but nobody else was there to hear. If anyone would, the wouldn’t even care. I kicked, but strength wasn’t enough. Vaughn, holding a knife in his left hand managed to squeeze my throat tight. I choked. I cried. I pleaded. Toby, took his hands on me, I can no longer move. I screamed again, hoping that someone would hear me. Vaughn, with murderous face slit my throat. Blood runs cold, as I felt every slice on my flesh go deeper. The tiny pieces of hope I had for paradise gradually faded as my blurry visions were turning into complete darkness. They laid my corpse on a metal table. They said they wanted to serve me dressed-for their visitor. Serve? Then, they pulled all my hair. Toby, anointed me with oils and rich aroma. What’s that for? How dare them to say they will serve me dressed! When not a single cloth covers my breasts! (Just sharing some pieces I actually submitted to our school’s writing contest and some published in our school newspaper. What do you think?) (also, if you wonder what takes me so long to update, well... my chapters we’re always rejected. I have to revise it again and again.)