Repost: The Campout

“Great,” Megan said with a grunt as she shook her leg to pry off the mud that so desperately clung to the bottom of her boot.

“Look, I promise to God. I thought I knew where I was going,” Dan replied. “Clearly, you don’t,” she roared back at him.

Now, Megan sat on a rock and watched the trees sway back and forth with the winter breeze. Dan gradually approached her.

A brief pause.

She didn’t look his way, not even slightly. Was she being unreasonable? No. He knew perfectly how much she despised getting lost. Her life had always been so meticulously planned out so that things of this sort wouldn’t happen–ever. And since a situation of this kind was out of her hands, she could at any moment go mad, foolishly mad.

“Daylight is slipping away,” she said as her eyes scrutinized the dark foliage of the trees.

“How bout we just stay and camp out,” Dan said.

“We’ll find our way back in the morning,” Dan said this so quickly almost as if he was afraid of his own words, his own thoughts, his own fears.

“I guess you’re right. I’m acting crazy,” Megan said.

He turned to her with a surprising fidget as though he was expecting her to disagree with his crazed suggestion.  Nonetheless, all he could make out to say with desperate courage was, “You’re not crazy. I’ll start the tent.”

“What a  fucking idiot.” Megan looked down at the tent which was situated much too close to the fire. As of any moment, it would have burnt at an instant. With lightning speed, she moved the tent a good distance away from the fire.

“Got more wood. We doin s’mores tonight?” Dan examined Megan’s stone cold face.

“What did I fucking do this time?” he asked with frustration.

Megan snatched the wood from his arm and said, “How bout next time don’t put the tent so fucking close to the fire. Dammit.” She dropped the wood aiming at his feet but missing by a few inches. Dan turned his shoulder to face the tent and then glanced at the fire.

“What the fuck are you talking about, the tent is 20 feet away,” he said.

Megan howled at him, “BECAUSE I HAD TO FUCKING MOVE IT.”

She opened a Hershey’s bar–of course, it was king size–and perched on the floor near the fire. Dan wore a dumbfounded look. What the fuck was she talking about? I had placed the tent just there where it is now, he thought. He marched towards her with, “I left the tent just there before I went to go get wood.”

She stuffed her face with a marshmallow and replied, “whatever,” with a nonchalance. By contrast, he looked entirely concerned. The tent and the fire could not escape his mind.

“Are you trying to tell me that YOU moved the tent away from the fire?” Dan asked.

Megan cackled. “Stop fucking with me, Dan. I’m tired and I’m going to take a nap.”

Just as she was making her way towards the tent, he clutched her arm.

“I’m dead serious,” he remarked.

She pulled away pushing him hard to the floor.  “No, you will seriously be dead,” she said.

Now, on the floor, he watched her get in the tent. Boy, was he pissed. And she was sound asleep when she felt her tent shake abruptly. You have to be fucking kidding me, she thought.

“What the fuck?” she yelled as she stumbled outside the tent.

Dan was completely silent. His eyes were fixed on the fire. At this point, her bitchiness did not phase him, not even remotely.

“Stop playing with me Dan,” she said.

Still, Dan didn’t look her way.

He seemed vacant of emotion. Almost lifeless compared to the vivacious flames of the fire. She marched to him and nudged at his head. He snapped out of it.

“What the actual fuck?” he finally let out.

“What the hell are you doing?” she growled.

“NOTHING!” He stood up almost as if he wanted to go somewhere. But where? There was nowhere to go. They were lost.

“Quit it, Dan, I’m not joking.”

And with that, Megan went back to the tent.

It was 1 a.m. Dan rested his head on a piece of wood watching the fire. Megan was sound asleep in the tent.


To this, Megan awoke abruptly. And then it came again, louder than before.


Without a second thought, she zoomed out of the tent. Dan was lying still by the fire. His pupils red and still vacant of emotion. She let out a nervous laugh.

“Are you trying to scare me, Dan?”

Her words startled him, as though he had not been aware that she was standing over him. He finally stood up.

“What the hell are you talking about? he asked.

She glared at him, a devilish look. “Look, I  heard you laughing, I don’t care to know why, but don’t make me come out again,” she said. He stared at her and studied her face. By the look of it, it seemed sincere. She couldn’t be crazy. I can’t be crazy, he thought.

“What laughing?” he asked.

She rolled her eyes and said, “You can’t be serious.”

“ Oh, I’m dead serious,” he said.

“No, you are dead,” Meg replied.

“What?” his words stumbled out of his mouth.

You’re going to die,” she said again.

This time, he actually let out a cackle.

“You got me,” he said, Come, sit by the fire. Let’s start over.”

She sat next to him with a grimace. They watched the fire. She gradually lifted her hand and placed it on his cheek. He leaned in for a kiss. He devoured her, as she did to him. But now she placed both of her hands on his neck, gripping it tight, almost choking him.

“Not too hard,” he said with a laugh.

With this, she gripped on tighter.

He coughed, panic in his eyes. Tighter and tighter and still tighter she gripped until his face turned purple, and she watched him collapse to the ground. Now, he was literally lifeless. To this, she let out a cackle.

No, it was not an ordinary laugh. It was insidious, too familiar. As a matter of fact, it was the same laugh she heard while she was in the tent.  Why it was her very own laugh.

It was her all along.



There’s a particular man living in my heart

dictating my movements and my words

No, this isn’t metaphorical

The man in my heart

is very much alive

and now he lives in my veins

creeping up

to stain my sane brain

If I twist and I turn

slash you with the ugliest of words

remember that pesticide

I have living inside

doctors won’t cure me

they say I’m insane

but if they do nothing

he’ll corrupt my

perfectly normal brain

The Stampede

I was at a safari

watching earth’s creatures

across a vast savanna land

taking pictures of elephants and giraffes

in the lion’s heartland

stranded we became

lost in mother nature’s game

a ferocious wildebeest herd

sprinting closer and closer

for us, there’s nowhere else to run

so I’ll take one last look

at mother nature’s sun









I opened a box

unleashing horrors and demons

and I can’t find the lock

as angels’ wounds deepen

the dead walk amongst us

gliding through a slaughtered school bus

I’ve been hailed by madness

for unleashing this cursed fluorescence

And though I’m frozen in a shock

Today I found just the lock

to close the box for good

but that fluorescence got a hold on me

and suddenly I feel mad and free









The Traveler

I’m a traveling man

Always carrying two bags in my hand

If you’re smart and frugal like me

There’s not a place in the world

you can’t travel and see

I’ve been to many places here and there

I’ve been traveling pretty much everywhere

I’m a practical and  simple man

I need not a fancy restaurant

I can eat from the can

and I don’t need a fancy hotel

I’ve found some place to stay

they call it the Bates Motel


Rejection can make you feel bad

Rejection can make you feel sad

I’m here to tell you it’s not all that bad

Your rejection

makes me all the more glad

all the more ironclad

all the more determined

to continue to write

I see my glory

I see my light


This is a response to a literary magazine that rejected my work.

I won’t call them out because that’s just ruthless, but I know my worth, and I know the potential of my work.

Keep writing, folks.

Keep pushing forward.





Apostle Review


Gareth Evans has a lot going in his most recent film, Apostle. I don’t even know how to reply anymore when someone asks, did you like the film? These days it seems I can’t give a straight answer. This is the way I feel about Apostle. This the way I feel about many films that have so many good moments but are undermined by other bad moments.

Don’t get me wrong, there are many great moments and even good ideas explored in Apostle, but I feel this film lacks some things.

You think the film is going one way, and then it goes another way. Usually, this is good for a movie, but it wasn’t for Apostle. To me, the story just seems scattered. It’s trying to tell many narratives at once and as a result, it fails to find a cohesive point that ties everything together.

Firstly, I’m a fond believer that a basic premise beats a complex one any day.

Obviously, when you find a film that’s complex, that’s fantastic. But only when that complexity makes sense. Take, for example, Shutter Island and Inception. One may say the latter is far more complex but, nonetheless, both have multiple inner workings that complicate the plot that work to intrigue and is ultimately understandable.

Apostle adds many elements to its story that doesn’t make any sense to me. Thus, I think it could have fared better without too much going on.

I like the way the film starts out. The protagonist makes his way into a cult in order to rescue his sister–this very idea I found interesting, and the mystery holds ups pretty well. As the protagonist learns the cult’s way of life, so do we. We ask ourselves what’s with all the blood, and who’s this goddess? What’s going on here?

However, as it all unfolds and we come to find out what the cult is really about, it all goes downhill.

The goddess was in no way, shape, or form scary or threatening. Hey, maybe she wasn’t supposed to be. Still, I find her silly.  The idea that the village maintains her livelihood by feeding her blood baffles me. And we are supposed to believe this supposedly makes a good harvest? It’s not that I’m close-minded, I just want a story centered on a more realistic approach.

Nonetheless, there’s a lot to like in this film but sadly it’s not the story. The film greatly captures the time period (early 20th century). The characters are good. The actors are good. There are a couple of thrilling moments. But as a whole, I did not like it.

One moment I like was when Thomas Richardson (Dan Stevens)  makes his way in the tunnel to uncover what’s been going on under there, and Prophet Malcolm (Michael Sheen) is out to capture him. This was suspenseful.

I like when Prophet Malcolm comes to a realization that there is an intruder in the village, and he lines up several suspects asking them to recite, correct me if I’m wrong, a biblical text. Ah, yes. I liked this part very much.

But I wouldn’t tell someone to not watch it. You’ve got to watch it to form your own opinion.

Thanks for reading folks. I would like to hear your thoughts on this one, regardless if you agree or disagree.

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