Every time he spent his days and nights in somebody else’s house, Luji couldn’t bite.
He plugs a box to view color.
Flicks the thumbstick to hover.
Stops occasionally at a certain option.
Presses “A” to set motion. Continue reading “His Game”
He is kind and patient.
I do not intend to hurt him.
But, it’s heading to hurting. Continue reading “Uninterested”
Ratatatata!!! Continue reading “Argument”
Lazy, irresponsible, insensitive, snob, diva…
Few words they throw to define her.
Of all people, she hears it from her family – her so-called family.
Sometimes she would think that she doesn’t belong to that family.
They’re “too good” to get along with the likes of her.
She wonders why they are of her own kind and of her own blood.
It is easy to disown her, it seems. Continue reading “Black Sheep”
He has been trying so hard to find more food for us. I almost felt guilty for licking the last bits of meat. Continue reading My Hunter