Just as the title implies, this will be a compilation of my random thoughts.

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One day, the world was suddenly tormented by a high concentration of frequency wave unheard by human ears. It was detected by radios, TVs, computers, and etc. But there are those who heard it. And those that did suffered from a mild migraine to an unbearable, head-splitting pain that was followed by vomiting of blood and uncontrollable hallucinations.

After a day of suffering, those affected became monsters.

But there were also those that became . . . something entirely else . . .

These dabbles would be things I had dreamed about. There are dreams that I’m in, dreams that I’m not. Though there are also times were I could control what would happen and dreams that I have no control over. But—most of the time, seeing these dreams is like watching a movie for me. They are so vivid that I could not help but write them down.

Everyone knows of the 12 Zodiac Signs. But- no one knew that they actually existed. They were created as a guide for humans. Each having their own roles- they had lived peacefully with humans for more than a few centuries.

Until- some had started to become wayward. The Signs that were meant to be guiding the humans now prey on them.

The humans needed someone to save them- someone who can fight against the monsters that lurked in the dark. And so, a last group was created.

A new race has been given birth: the 13th Sign that no human knows of, yet- they are the only thing that stands between the destruction of the world as everyone knows it. They are the Pyxis; known as the Compass: The guide for those who grew astray from their path.

It has been a century since the world experienced a war. After the last war, the world was left in a state of destruction that made recovery impossible. Almost-- if it aren't for the people who revealed that they have special abilities.

Year 2119, the war had started again. And Reins must run or fight for their lives.

Ashantee Avery have taken multiple clubs just to keep herself distracted. But no matter how busy she may be, she always finds time to dial the only number that doesn't answer any calls, tell her tales to the voice message and doesn't even bother to say goodbye.

And then, came Seth Jensen. The man who was a couple of years older than her. But she couldn't deny the fact that she feels something for him. Will he be enough to make her finally say her goodbye or will he be just another distraction?

(Rough draft. Soon to be edited.)

A poetry that tells what is a mom and dad in our life.

Just a bunch of poems I write in my spare time.

​(STORY EDITING. GRAMMAR NOT POLISHED.)

Once, people believed that there exists something of a rare ability. Something of the impossible.

But only the royalties have actually seen it. No person of an inferior position than them had the privilege of gazing upon the said miracle.

But for decades, the said miracle has gone missing. And whoever finds it would have honor never before bestowed on anyone.

But none have yet to succeed.

It cannot stand the heat of the sun. For it was one with the water. It can command any form of water, may it be the pond, the river and most especially the sea, to heal anyone who holds it if the need arises.

And in isolation, it was kept.

In cold, it survived.

And in heat, it shattered.

It was known as the 'heart of the sea'.

Exactly what the title says. Over time, I will post one hundred-thousand things to do when you're bored. Fifty things a day. Do them if you want to, or just read them and laugh your head off at the funny stuff. Enjoy.

Set in a world where monsters roam the Earth freely. Gretel hunts those things that gives you nightmares.

In my dreams there are 7 different doors in land. Which has different colors, and different stories. And I call them, The 7 doors of wonderland.

This is a poem I did for our school newspaper. Read on <3

Stories are known to be long. But this is a collection of stories that only consisted of 55 words.