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After Midnight


Pandora was the only romance he needed. – Gordon Frost

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Sutphin Boulevard


You’ll think that after In the Company of Shadows I’ll look for something lighter. And well, I guess I did for a time.

Until I find myself unable to go past chapter two of every book I read without throwing the word ‘shallow’ and asking ‘You call this sexual tension? You call this angst?’

It’s an unfair comparison in the face of genre difference and world building. But the lingering scenes that ICoS left me are still so fresh. I still have nightmares over the hell that Boyd experienced at Aleixo’s. Right then, I know that the best way to keep my reading streak is to open another book from same authors. At this point, I’m done with 1/27 so I turn to their solo projects. Which led me to Sutphin Boulevard. Continue reading


Hold on tight as you’re in for a 1000-page ride!


Really. The last time I’ve read something as long as this one was when I was still jobless and obsessed with Fictionpress. Which means that I have a lot of time. Which also means that I’m willing to grab anything that can mollify my boredom.

Evenfall took a lot of patience. Not because it wasn’t good but because I had to read it alongside work and mental fatigue.

And I’m telling you it wasn’t a walk in the park. The story wasn’t exactly fluffy you know? Set after the eruption of WW3, you can expect a lot of blood and death and gloom. And torture.  Continue reading

Bottled Up

And so I’m left with two wishes and a heart, and no one to give them to.

That’s Bottled Up by Nilah E. Rose.

Despite my crazy business outside my virtual world, I decided that I just have to read something tonight. And since everything’s been chaotic, I figured that I can’t read something that would go up to 40, 50 or 60 chapters.

Bottled Up was just what I needed. It was short, and it was well written.

“I just…I just don’t want anyone to hurt me anymore…”

“Is…is that against the rules?”

This story is what I call angst. I can’t even begin to explain my awe when I saw how much improvement this story had compared to the typo-syntax-error-filled-BreakingtheMirror-story of Nilah E. Rose. This was purely epic. Of course, there were typos here and there, but do you really even care? Because I don’t.

The child abuse was vividly pictured in my mind without the author telling me the details on how it was done. Just the mere feelings of the genie, as he was watching it, told me that what the child was feeling was totally devastating.

I love the genie’s thoughts. How he despised the kid’s mother and how he mocked the human greed — their materialistic mindset. I love the fact that his disdain was all warranted by the fact that he was once one of them. I love it. I love the fact that the genie had his own story.

It was a 1000+ word chapter and it told me so much.

And these lines?

I will not be ignorant enough to say it was love that clouded my sight, because love does not blind, it makes everything richer. But it makes you selfish, and that is what truly makes you unable to see.I wanted him. I wanted to stay with him for as long as possible, I knew he was mortal and therefore had an expiration date, but I was determined to make the most of it.

The genie’s love for the kid was the seamless allusion to his humanness. How? Because those feelings made him feel real for the second time; it made him selfish again the way human beings are supposed to be. It’s just so perfect. Perfect that the selfish nature that he detested the human beings had was the very same thing that made him recall what he was before his supernatural life.

And the ending. I cannot even.

It was.





I’ll digress from this point for the reason that I don’t even know where to put the next one to form a straight coherent line.

So let me just tell you that there was one thing that I haven’t been able to grasp about the story. The ending itself. SPOILERS! if you’re planning to read this. I mean, I understood what happened, but I didn’t understand why. Why did the kid kill himself? Did the kid, just like all the other masters the genie had, fell into the realization that what he wished for was not what he was looking for?

That wasn’t so clear to me. Because I can’t even imagine how it would not be what the kid had imagined himself to be in to the point that he would be driven to death. That’s just so wrong. I got confused.

But anyway, even that factor included, I still loved the story to bits. 9? 10? I don’t know. 9, perhaps because I’m so slow I can’t even understand the ending? I’ll probably just read the other reviews for reference, but I’m really highly recommending you this if you want a short, satisfying but emo read.

Night you. Imma continue with my world outside this virtual universe.

Love me. Hate me. XOXO

Out of luck

Contrary to our title, today finally marks the first post for this blog. I am reviewing a story from fictionpress which you might have already heard about. Surprise, suprise, it’s d’Neronique “Out of Luck”, a 10-chaptered gayish gay story about Alec who lives his life through games by living under the pretense that he’s a straight guy whenever he meets with a gay-gay stranger to get any sorts of sexual pleasure.

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