Gewgaw Writings

  Arkin was a cheerful 3-year-old boy with bright eyes and a cute little nose. His best friend in the whole wide world was a fluffy gray cat...

By: LESTER TAGA CAPAS The sound of thunder echoes throughout the mountains as Tata Manuel struggles to fortify the roof of his house. ...

By: LESTER TAGA CAPAS   He takes the bottle to his mouth and sits on his favorite wooden chair. "A beautiful antique, isn...

By: Camille Santos Him Here she comes – a regular customer – this time she’s got a backpack. I bet she’s bringing her leather-bound, d...

(Due to inevitable reasons, the story "The Wanderer.." will continue next week. In the meantime, here is what I can offer in its p...

Agnes didn’t want to fight back because she and her cousin were outnumbered. But they were closing in on them, getting ready for the kil...

By : JENA ISLE My name is Pepe. I am 12 years old. People say nobody would read what I will write because I lack schooling, and English ...

By: Jena Isle Left! Right! Left! Right! I commanded my bare feet to keep running. My footsteps echoed ominously in the deserted, asphalted ...