Written on FB 01 by Various authors

...there was no text message for him that day...                                                                                      1

the emptiness of words numbed her warm body...                                                                                 2

her words drifted with the moist..no message for him that day..                                                              3

indeed, ambivalence's cloak clouds over him.. never before has anticipation been so sweet;

yet only to be stained by waiting's vain bitterness..                                                                                 4

his gadget failed to provide him the noise he needed(or thought he needed) .Still,almost immediately he sat hmself on his father's chair of forgetfulness- in front of the TV. "press ON"                                             5

and it continued over and over again..
how boring and empty it was..                                                                                                               6

minutes before his phone would beep and his heart skip, something somewhere beneath the TV

cabinet starts to light aglow ...                                                                                                               7

he intentionally left it there. He realized that he was not watching the TV after all, only the small screen of that celebrated gadget of technology...he picked it up.                                                                                  8

his heart throbs as he reached for it..and before he could reach it, a familiar sound reverberates..             9

shock and disbelief strike him...so many questions are now meant to be answered...but it was a just a hope...a simple gadget couldn't..                                                                                                            10

it wasn't a sound, he presumed after a longer glance and before the vivid screech: a book flipping on its own ...                                                                                                                                                          11

and so the text would wittingly contain:                                                                                                   12

"the buck ends here"...he was wrong, it doesn't contain any wit nor even a sensible message..only a puzzle, perhaps a code...                                                                                                                                   13

he reads and does not understand it's essence...                                                                                      14

But the gadget commanded attention, perhaps all of his gadgets did. A phone rings it must be answered or stopped. The text dragged him into a suspicious rumination-"the buck ends here", it was then that his father called him-                                                                                                                                            15

yet the message from somewhere transported to him by the mini gadget haunts his sanity...                      16

then again, he sat in a sullen silence...contemplating on something unreal...then his sanity leaves him
*shet---everyday drained...                                                                                                                   17

he couldn't get it off his mind- puzzled..."the buck ends here"...? whatever the message meant, he knows it's time...somehow - the message wants to deliver something...                                                                    18

AND SO HE REPLIED WITH ALL CAPS.                                                                                         19

and for another search, sanity is a vacuum cleaner as he walked 

past his dad recuperating his lost virginity of faith.                                                                                   20

past his own dad-his father who is a                                                                                                       21

politician, he wondered why people thought that politics would complete the circle of success - education, name, wealth,...then a position . He started pressing " w" , then decided to ask...."what?'                         22                                                                                                                  

what must i do to show that i am                                                                                                             23

or rather, realized that in His own people's circle of success, never was there any notion of "family" or "marriage"-- which was perhaps central to Her people--or at least to Her. His father called him once again- his father who was wearing                                                                                                                     24

that tainted old shirt, revealing a hint of what must have been dark blue, etched in what must have been silver linings. But he knew the etching didn't stop there. "Silver linings", was what he whispered with his dried, crackled lips. "The buck", he further pronounces, followed by a bellowed deep breath, pauses a while, then mumbles further, "ends here"... He wanes, then                                                                                       25

a tux.. a tux that suits his personality, a man                                                                                             26

appeared in the mirror to check what it seemed to be a mere act of vanity and discovered the age that lies in his right temple..."twenty years"..he whispered, then proceeded to                                                           27

the bathroom then opened his...                                                                                                              28

fly - the urge of urinating transformed to the simplest pleasure of natural relief.                                          29

and still not relieved at all ... why                                                                                                              30

he dreamily asks himself. Perhaps he desired a more carnal pleasure? and his imagination almost took flight when the door bell rang                                                                                                                          31

..."why has it gone to this?" He thought.. His eyes open with a blank stare. Steady, but focused at nothing. Nothing had registered into his mind, nothing audible to have meaning... As if the thought had blinded him momentarily. Then his thighs felt cold. It's the first common feeling his brain had been able to recognize in the last three minutes that he had been standing there.. His eyes gained focus again.. Then.. He jumped back at the sight of his pants, wet with his own fluid!!!!                                                                                         32                                             

the door bell rang some more, and yet he did not move a bit...                                                                 33

there was a feeling of victory, however suspicious, in ignoring his father, the door bell and the text message ...looking at his "mess" he decided to                                                                                                       34

leave them all behind. "The hell woud I care. why would i bother now?", he said with much remorse as if someone from the realm of his imagination is real. he ignored the persistent noise of the door bell. he again started to                                                                                                                                                35

contemplate on that day..that very day...he can still hear his father say.."....                                               36

..."When are you going to start thinking about your future?" "When will i see you make money for yourself and contribute to society?! Have you even seen yourself in the mirror lately? Look at you! You filthy and useless blob of frustration!"                                                                                                                      37

then he escaped from the words that had been chanting a morbid melody and decided to continue            38

thinking... "why bother about the society? the society dictates whatever it wants anyway. but no matter how mighty it's words are, i will still remain unyielding, ubjuring                                                                        39

the sun sets... three days later their house is barricaded with the words "Police line Do not Cross". Inside

the house, the chair of forgetfulness is etched in blood- his father's. the details of the murder were very enigmatic. They found the lacerated body in the                                                                                        40

toilet where he once stood and thought of "it" - where he would start losing himself to an idea, even he himself would consider "monstrous"..where he had not only excreted his liquids, but even his sanity...         41                                                                                               

CAST
in order of appearance

Valred Olsim
Analyn Caroy
April Lim
Aby Kiaco Weygan
Lessthan Thhree
Abigail Emmanuelle Espiritu Torreliza
Amilof Inso
Arlene Joy Garcia
Donna Ordonio
Victor Javier Atiw
Hershey Hamada Mayanggao
Dylan Morcillo
Enrique Ariel Peralta

 (this was written on FB using a single post and all the comments flowing, thus the numbers refer not to the line count but to the comment)