Beginning 

It was all cream. The whole room was painted cream and it gave off the immediate feeling of warmth and coziness. The floor was wooden and it creaked in a way it’s supposed to. The way you’d know it’s authentic wood. Her desk situated beside the door quarter-filled with her beauty products, quarter-filled with her notebooks and papers, and half-filled with her album collection, some were vinyl records, some were just CDs of different singers and bands dating from as early as the 20s to the present.

In a corner were a few instruments she owned—a piano, a guitar, and a little shaker. One wall was devoted to her closet with a bookshelf in the middle filled with books she has read multiple times.

Her mom was visiting her for the first time in her first owned place.

She was excited but at the same time nervous, what would she think of her place?

Middle

Her mother arrived with an already discriminating gaze, looking at every corner, making sure she doesn't miss a detail.

And then they go to her room.

"Wow,"

"Is that a good thing?"

"It's a good thing," she smiled and her daughter loosened up. And then she started telling exciting stories about each item in her bedroom.

End

Beginning

The smell of the pavement after raining

Smoke from cigarettes

The smell of the sea breeze

Everything was irritating her, the smell, the sight, the noise, it has become too familiar that it was getting on her nerves.

Then a guy with big framed glasses sat next to her which annoyed her even more.

Middle

she stood up and walked away from the bench but she jumped when she realized he had followed her.

she walked faster but he kept up

"What is your problem?"

He didn't answer.

She ran as fast as she could without looking back.

But there he was again in front of her.

"What do you want from me?"

"Just a little bit of your time to listen to my problems."

"That's it?"

"That's it. And then I'm out of your hair in no time."

"Okay. Fine."

And so he told his story.

End

He had told her his problems and then he left. Just like that.

Beginning

He doesn’t have a bed. He just sleeps on the floor next to his pet Pug named Roberto. It’s not that he’s poor or anything, he just prefers to sleep on the floor next to his dog. 

He lives alone in an apartment he pays for himself; he has a good job, even a nice car, a good girlfriend, and a happy family. He just really likes the floor.

One day, Roberto got out of his apartment while he was out for work because he forgot to put him in his little cage that was more of a little room.

Middle

He comes home and realizes Roberto is gone.

he calls the receptionist and asks if she has seen Roberto. "No," she replied.

End

Beginning

He looked like he just came from his house. He’s patiently waiting for someone. He’s alone in the table. He checks his phone every five seconds. He looks worried and nervous; it’s almost like he’s about to cry. 

The bell from the door rang and he look at its direction. 

a couple comes in 

Girl:Sino yung kumausap sayo kanina?

Boy:Si Tina? Classmate ko nung high school. She’s studying in CSB now.

Girl: So why is she here?

Boy: She’s visiting! We’re both from the South naman e. Ngayon na lang ulit siya nakabalik ng South since nagdodorm siya dun sa Taft.

Girl: I was just asking (sigh)

  The boyfriend leaves the girl and the girl looked helpless but at the same time pissed.

Boy and girl suddenly looks at each other's direction

Middle

boy had the sudden urge to approach the girl

"I'm spoken for" she said

"I know. Me, too"

they spent the whole afternoon together just talking.

End

they part ways and went back to who spoke for them.

Beginning

He had one of those beds that you can hide in the wall. I think it’s called Hidden Wall Bed. Yeah, those. He likes it so much because it saved so much space. He is so particular with space, especially his personal space. He has a rule that you’re not allowed to be a foot near him. It didn’t matter who you were in his life; you had to respect that rule. That rule would also explain his being single his whole life but he didn’t mind; not one bit. He just needed his space.

An 18 year girl who is very confident and friendly

they happen to be in the same coffee shop called Coffee Prince that hot summer's day.

she accidentally spilled her drink all over his table and some of the liquid ended up on his lap.

Middle

"I'm so sorry! Here let me get that for you!" She said in a rush while wiping his table and then proceeding onto his lap.

He stood up and walked a foot away from her.

They looked at each other.

"Please don't ever do that again," he whispered loud enough for her to hear.

"I'm really sorry."

And then he walked away.

End

Beginning

Ever since the iPad was invented, there was no day that I didn’t see her carrying this. I think, now, it would be hard to imagine her without it.

While she was tinkering with it, she came across an article “Solon wants death penalty for illegal logging”

She has the urge to do something about it

Middle

She is now an advocate of the bill for death penalty for illegal loggers

She receives threats that they will harm her children if she doesn’t stop what she’s doing

She doesn’t stop

End

She came across another article online: “The Lost Lamb”

There comes a time when you think you’ve reached your breaking point and you don’t know what to do with your life anymore. One day, I thought I reached mine. I was so stressed out with life, everything was just going wrong, everything was against me. My academic life was monotonous but also stressful at the same time (if that makes sense), and for what’s left of my existing social life, I could just not live up to society’s standards of common courtesy with people in my social circle—in simple terms, I could not care less about them. And then in my family, I just felt left out, not because they’ve chosen to ignore me but because I’ve chosen to ignore them. Because I believed I have every right to do so, because I was busy, I was so busy with school. So busy that I didn’t even attend Church anymore. And I think that was what broke me. Of all the things I could have neglected I chose to neglect my faith, over what? School? Priorities, Chuchay!! And so when I attended Church again, I felt grounded. I felt that even though I know I still carry with me all the burdens I could possibly think of, I was given hope that I could overcome them all. And I did. And so the lost lamb was found. 

Beginning

A girl carelessly dropped her bag on the grass

She sits next to it and rummaged through her things

Then a man talking about construction walks past her

Middle

“I always hated the thought of being in an office, being confined in a small cubicle, and doing the same boring thing everyday for at least 8 hours and not to mention answering to a boss. I don’t want to be like that. I want to be my own boss.” She mumbles but apparently it was loud and clear enough for the man to hear.

The man stopped in his tracks and looked at the girl.

He looked at her with an curious expression

End

They spent the whole afternoon talking about anything they could think of.