Short Story | Jebal and Sumana Village

By Eddlynn Jennifer Mangaoang

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    "Jebal!" A shout reverberates through the clearing. His leader angles the spear in his hand and thrusts toward the boar's eye. He misses. He calls out again, "Pull yourself together and get up! We need your help! Deo! If he doesn't get up by himself, then leave him to die!"

Article | How I Celebrated The Pride Month

(Or Loving My Mental Health Class During Summer School Because We Talk About LGBTQIA+ Community and their Rights to a HEALTHY, NON-DISCRIMINATED LIFE as Human Beings) 

By Eddlynn Jennifer Mangaoang

Written on June 23, 2021

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Poem | Twenty-Eleven

By Eddlynn Jennifer Mangaoang

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On November of

Twenty-eleven

I walked the fifteen-minute distance

To my middle school

Poem | Folk Songs (Three Parts): Aida

By Eddlynn Jennifer Mangaoang

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Seventy-seven thousand years ago

Bakunawa rises from Her deep sleep

And hovers the night sky

To wander the Great Four Seas.

Short Story | A Thousand Stars, And Still I Found My Sun

By Eddlynn Jennifer Mangaoang

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    The rays of sunshine creep over the window, touching the glass and reflecting a sheen of light that embraces the silent room, kissing Bagwis's tan skin as he sleeps beside her. Slowly, Liksi untangles herself from his warmth, repositions herself to face him, and gazes at his peacefulness. 

Article | How to Give Up and Move On?

 By Eddlynn Jennifer Mangaoang

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Update: July 19, 2021

⚠Trigger Warning⚠ <Mentions of Thoughts on Suicide or Self-Harm, Mental Illness>

Fall Quarter 2019

I was definitely in a very bad predicament during this semester - my grades were failing in a course for my major - and I was constantly anxious and worried about it, but I couldn’t seem to do anything. I felt powerless, I couldn’t sleep, and although it felt like I should be doing something, I’m doing nothing. 

It started when I received my first failed exam score. I was slightly worried, but I failed an exam before and I just had to do better with the next exam and everything would be okay. I also turned in homework and papers - anything for the class - on time, but truthfully, my heart wasn’t in them anymore. Although other courses were not affected as much, I was losing focus and interest in studying. I did not want to admit it at that time. I just want to do nothing. 

Short Story | Trust

By Eddlynn Jennifer Mangaoang

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    "S-Samaya," Fengshen spits blood with her name. He finds himself bleeding next to his throne with a woman bearing his beloved's face standing in front of him, the tip of her sword inches away from his nose. "Samaya."

Poem | Folk Songs (Three Parts): Hamina

By Eddlynn Jennifer Mangaoang

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The Irunians sing with echoing voice

Into the vault of Heaven and Epirault.

Hear, hear these silent pleas

And hope She wouldn't find a fault.

Poem | Folk Songs (Three Parts): Liksi

 By Eddlynn Jennifer Mangaoang

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One scorching sunny day

In Nubia's ocean of sand

A wandering wizard lays

Her dainty feet on land.

Short Story | Alicia's Key

By Eddlynn Jennifer Mangaoang

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Trigger Warning! <Implied Torture, Murder, Implied Murder>

    She gasps into consciousness and sits herself upright. In panic and a blurred vision, she scans the room for something - someone - but couldn't find it. She doesn't know what she's looking for. She doesn't understand... but she knows it's out there; in here, in this room. She positions herself in the middle of her bed, puts two big pillows on both sides, and tugs the blanket until she can curl the edge and tuck her feet protectively while protecting her head in a cocoon. The room's cold temperature adds to the chilliness she's feeling, and she shivers at the feeling of someone watching. She closes her eyes tightly and holds her breath, willing herself to sleep. When sleep is tugging at her consciousness and she's in a state of pure drowsiness, a cold touch - body - seems to enter her own and she loses consciousness. 

Short Story | Eating Seres Vivos Be Like

By Eddlynn Jennifer Mangaoang

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    Harold is shaking underneath him. Harold fears him, and Joshua becomes sad. "Harold," he tries to call out, but his lover's name comes out as a guttural sound like - "Ar-raw-rd" - and Joshua is heartbroken.

Poem | KornIn

By Eddlynn Jennifer Mangaoang

This poem is dedicated to @lazysheep's "Red Thread" (Until We Meet Again).

You can read the translated version of "Red Thread". See the link below:

Red Thread

Or support the author by reading "Red Thread" via the Kindle version:

Red Thread

and watching "Until We Meet Again" on YouTube:

Until We Meet Again

Also, support "Hemp Rope" and its upcoming series called "Between Us".

Hemp Rope 

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Poem | WangXian

By Eddlynn Jennifer Mangaoang

This poem is dedicated to Mo Xiang Tong Xiu's "The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation" (Chen Qing Ling, The Untamed, 陈情令, Mo Dao Zu Shi, 墨香铜臭).

You can read the translated version of MXTX's "The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation" on Exiled Rebels Scans page. See the link below:

Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation

You can also watch "The Untamed"/ "The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation" Donghua Version. See the links below:

The Untamed

Mo Dao Zu Shi

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Bursts/Drabble/Short Story | I You and The Author

By Eddlynn Jennifer Mangaoang

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Chapter 1:

I am the woman standing protest in front of the city hall, bullets from the barrel rain on me. You're the loud voice shouting I don't belong in this country. The author is your society - harsh and picky. 

Short Story | Karma Is A Bitch, And Don't I Know It Well

By Eddlynn Jennifer Mangaoang

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 Trigger Warning! <Misogynistic Remarks, Homophobic Remarks, Body Shaming, Implied Child Abandonment/Neglect, Implied Domestic Violence>

    Harold takes a swig from his beer mug and the loud boom of the speaker overhead is making his head throb. "Shitty office with shitty people that department is!!!" Gonzales? Ha! She got a frigid ass and an uptight attitude, can't even take an apology with finesse! An ugly bitch! Hey, ya wanna date someone like her? I no wanna. No wanna!"

Poem | Morning Alone

By Eddlynn Jennifer Mangaoang

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I woke up to the thunder banging loudly

After a sharp, yellow lightning cut

Across the dark gray, cloudy sky

The white rain rushing downwards

To water the dry chilly Earth.

Poem | Sacramento

By Eddynn Jennifer Mangaoang

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My eyes remembered the greenery

The pine trees so verdant and lush

Tall and strong

And lining up along the highway

Short Story | Sweet Madeline Eating Banana on the Ground Near the Pineapple House in Meow Town

By Eddlynn Jennifer Mangaoang

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Trigger Warning! <Harassment, Implied Rape and Murder, Use of Date-Rape Drug>

    He advances the four inches gap between them and slowly creeps his hand on my bare knees, his other hand behind me on the back of the couch twirling a piece of my perfectly curled hair. My body folds inward trying to avoid his alcohol-reeked breath wafting my rose-colored cheeks. 

Short Story | Amazing You

By Eddlynn Jennifer Mangaoang

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Trigger Warning! <Domestic Violence>

    It was very sudden. I found myself sprawled down the pristine tiled floor of our small kitchen sobbing and choking in my own snot while I watched my father pace in our connected dining and living area. He was angry. He was hurt from the inattention and isolation we put him through, because why not, why shouldn't we make him feel the hurt he started to sow even before I was born prematurely in a hospital a couple of miles away from home that was not a home surrounded by vultures ready to tear at you when you decided to show weakness.