Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Ice Cream

Casting guilty glances sideways, I steal furtive and lustful looks.
Behind the counter, nestled in gossamer mist sits seduction.
Ice cream colors in luscious parade torture me.
I must have some or suffer torment.
Lips moisten as my knuckles pale.
In the end, I surrender.
A craving too overwhelming.
The avalanche begins.
Blissful indulgence.

- Bisoy

This Bisoy piece originally appeared in Creative Writing Exercises as, well, a creative writing exercise. Duh. Bisoy originated a regular creative writing exercise in his company, participated by copy writers in the office.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

The Defense Of The Weak

Pirates, munitions running out, sailed in retreat against stout hearts.
The battle raged, whilst no victor can be adjudged.
Heaved mightily, to the last drop of blood.
Weaklings, yet determined to defend their land.
The townsfolk, manned the fortress guns.
Fought against panic and fear.
The fortress slowly crumbles.
Hearts foul intent.
Pirate cannons!

- Jovir Amatong

This Jovir Amatong piece originally appeared in Message In A Bottle as a creative writing exercise. Jovir Amatong lives in Compostela, Cebu.

Tuesday, April 8, 2008


I finally found the vile creature that took my son.
Her coffin, I lay open under the pale moonlight.
Her serene countenance belies the pitiless temptress within.
Her youthful visage hides centuries of murder.
North winds breathe a cold gale.
But I tremble in rage.
This wooden dagger unleashed.
My grip tightens.
No hesitation.

This short story originally appeared in Paperbag Writes.