Fan Fiction

Howl to a Star

The sky fumed to an uneasy red like a wisp in a wizard’s head. A comet was about to fall and break little Howl’s sleep. It had always been like this on nights nearing his birthday. When Howl was about to turn thirteen, the fiery vision recurred more often and strong. He woke up with a trickle of cold sweat and a desire for the other half of the dream. It made him ache for the visibility of the being beyond the bleeding heavens―the absence.

Howl lay on the rocking chair beside the fireplace on a bleak night in Porthaven, Wales, waiting for the spell of sleep to take over him again. He intended to cross midnight and the first hour of his thirteenth birthday, and attempted to reach unfamiliar places of the dream world. The lone wind whined against the creaking window, waking Howl for awhile. He caught sight of a turnip-head scarecrow waving at him from the outside and dozed back to sleep in a blink or so. Embers rose up in a slow dance against the gloom and the fire seemed to whisper in a brittle voice, “hearth” which can be confused with “heart” or was it the other way around. The firelights condensate into murky clouds of cerise, and there came Howl waiting for the phantom comet to land and crash, but there was still none.

He was awakened by the thump of the scarecrow against the glass as if it was knocking. He rubbed his eyes to shove away the fog in his head. The pounding of stick and hay against glass ceased and the scarecrow disappeared. Both of Howl’s parents had gone on a trip to the Capitol to attend a convention on steam engine and magic as prime investors, and he was left home alone. Howl had no one to ask to about his recurring dreams that night and his parents might had intended it for Howl to skip over his boyhood. This had been a faltering tradition of the wizards, to leave their young alone on Deisiram, the eve of the thirteenth birthday.

That night, Howl went before the vintage mirror again as he usually did whenever he felt confused. Rarely did he fail to look at his reflection and compare it to the ethereal. He had dyed his hair starlight bright from black with coiffure potions to compete with the glow of heavenly bodies. Howl had a fascination for stars, or can it be said that he had a curiosity and ambition for beings that have the upper hand. He had always thought of stars as the eyes and legions of the skies, spying on the nooks and crannies of the world. He wondered if a little boy like him was a spectacle to the the specters above as the stars were to him. This made him lust to be a glorious panopticon himself but his frail wizarding abilities kept him frustrated. The astrophil wanted to become what he loved.

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Critique, Reviews, Uncategorized

Alan Moore’s Lost Girls: Pornography or Literature?


Alan Moore’s graphic novel, Lost Girls, faced a lot of controversies and is subject to debates whether it is mere pornography or a literary work. For one, this sexually explicit fiction on the adventures of female icons drawn out from renowned Children’s Literature― Alice’s Adventure in Wonderland, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, and Peter Pan―never leaves a page free of sensual scenes and sexual acts. Moore himself professes that his work is pornography. Later on in an interview, he contended that when the writer claims that his work is pornography, people will defend that it is art.

Not all comics are literature. Moore’s Lost Girls is in the risk of falling into the category of pornography in the medium of comics. Through the framework of Aaron Meskin’s essay “Comics as Literature,” I shall map out and argue the literariness of Lost Girl’s first book titled “Older Children” despite its sex-loaded pages.

Meskin states that if a comics possesses characteristics such as (1) being well-structured or well-plotted, (2) rich in language and literary techniques, (3) in-depth in characterization, and (4) exhibiting moral seriousness in tackling humanly interesting themes, then the comics is literary and can be considered as literature (Meskin 220). Let us examine these literary elements in the Book 1 of Lost Girls.

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Children's Literature


One night, Lisa woke up from her sleep and saw her mama and papa’s shadows turn into monsters.

“Go away then! I’m sick of your beastly snores anyway,” she heard her papa’s voice.

“Well, guess what? You hear them because you go home very very late from work, genius!” she heard her mama’s voice.

“Well that’s because I’m working ha— raaaaaaaawr!”

“Well that’s because I’m tired of the house cho— raaaaaaaawr!”

They roared and roared at each other and their growls grew louder and louder like thunder. It made Lisa crawl to the corner of her room and cover her ears and close her eyes and bury her face in her fluffy blue pillow.

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The roaring shadows seemed far away from her. Lisa felt a brush of air on her skin. She uncovered her ears and heard nothing but a sweet silence. She opened her eyes and saw red-spotted skies. There she was, falling, floating with a rainfall of white feathers, away, away from the thunders.

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Articles, Feature, Reviews, Uncategorized

The Art of Islam


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I wondered why the BBC documentary is titled “The Hidden Art of Islam” before watching it. Why hidden? The answer is soon unveiled in the documentary. It points out that Islamic art is rather non-figurative—it carefully follows the prohibition of figuration because depicting figures implicates the artist to be rivaling the one God as creator.

In relation to the elements of design and their variations, Islamic art gives scrupulous attention to details and proportion. The three fundamental aspects of Islamic art being (1) Geometry, (2) Islimi or Arabesque, and (3) Calligraphy would prove that this typical art is highly concerned with symmetry to the point that it radiates due to the perfect ratio.

The Kaaba, for instance, is the black box in the center of the grounds of Mecca. I admit that when I first saw the Kaaba in pictures when I was in high school, I questioned why a simple and non-figurative object could be this significant for Muslims in their worship. Now I understand and appreciate this certain Islamic view that God is beyond object, and the Kaaba is the symbol of God’s presence on Earth. Since points, lines, planes, and volume are relative, the Kaaba can be perceived in many ways.

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Articles, Feature

MILF-GRP Peace Process (From Marcos Regime to Arroyo Administration)


The peace process between the Moro Islamic Liberation Front (MILF) and Government of the Republic of the Philippines (GRP) is complicated and ongoing. The change of administration from president to president greatly affects the movement of the peace process. From the Marcos regime to the Arroyo administration, peace agreements were signed and later violated, leading to a question of trust. The timeline of the MILF-GRP peace process shows that attaining peace is not a simple and peaceful process.

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Photo Art, Portrait



Claws&Clutches 1

Photo Art, Photography, Visual Poetry Attempts

Claws & Clutches


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Mi Amor, Photo Art, Portrait


Poetry Attempts, Uncategorized

Found Faith

She told me those were just




Then I knew of my religion

She is a goddess who sets right and wrong

Who could?                  And so

I untied my hair

I let her

my school skirt and hers too.

Her eyes were soulful, cheeks wet with my tears

couldn’t embrace her



We switched

The light from the fluorescent bulb cast through

the gaps between the metals of the double-deck.


I thought it should

I thought we should

turn it off.