Haiku Poem | Cat

By Eddlynn Jennifer Mangaoang

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Black cat wide eyes

Not meowing

- Is a neck pillow

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Short Story | Lamp And Shower

By Eddlynn Jennifer Mangaoang

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Note: As part of our writing assignment for Week 13: Character "Flaws," How Characters See Their World, my professor, who had us read Bonnie Jo Campbell's American Salvage's short story "King Cole's American Salvage," instructed us to write a story based on it. Below is the full instruction from my professor, copy-pasted:

Due before class next Monday, May 3. Please, read carefully the Bonnie Jo Campbell story, "King Cole's American Salvage." Briefly, answer one question: why are you, or why are you not able to feel compassion for this man who has committed such a violent act? Then write a 1-page scene of the trial, using setting details and specific details, but from the first-person point-of-view of King Cole, the man who was so badly injured in the attack. Try to capture his consciousness, his mind, his voice, his memory, his way of thinking. The scene should flash back and forth between his recent past and the trial itself, as he struggles to remember all that's happened.   

Later on, my professor said to write about any of the characters. 

The use of names, location names, etc. from "King Cole's American Salvage" is only for the assignment above. No copyright infringement intended.

    Wanda's unfocused eyes flickered, and with a start, she pushed herself from the unmade bed, but pain shot through her skull, banging loudly like a hammer on a nail, and her waist, throbbing like an irregular heart rate after she drank too much coffee. It fucking hurts. She inhaled the stale air deeply and sucked in the odor of last night's activities. When she got her equilibrium back, Wanda scanned the quiet room, her and Slocum's strewn clothes were on the floor, hanging by the ceiling fan, and covering the still glimmering lamplight.

Short Story | Desert

By Eddlynn Jennifer Mangaoang

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    He fluttered his eyes open, blinking away the sand that irritated them He tried to utter a word, but instead a guttural sound came out from the back of his unused throat; parched and dried. He lied still while trying to figure out what happened after he passed out. He ceased remembering anything after he whispered his prayer and let darkness consumed him.