Strange Bedtime Stories

Esthrya The Damned

Illustration by: Ray Piedra

“Happy birthday, sweetie!”. 

Her mom greeted her excitedly. She’s got a present. And what a surprise, another lovely doll. Another one to add on to her seemingly never-ending collection.

“Thanks, mom! I love it! She’s the prettiest one I have now!”

This doll was different. She had a long black hair, with dark green eyes and wore the fanciest pink dress. She came with a tiny mirror. She went upstairs straight to her room and played with her new doll.

“I’m gonna name you Esthrya and you’ll be my best friend!”, brushing her hair.

“Oh, you have a hair brush and a cute mirror.” She took a look at herself in the mirror. “Do you want to see how you look like, Esthrya?”

She was playing, laughing and giggling with Esthrya as if the doll was real.
Her mom was right behind the door ajar. She smiled and walked away, content with seeing her daughter finally happy again.

She didn’t really have too many friends. She spent most of her time talking to her dolls, brushing their hair and just about anything if she wasn’t in school. And even if she was, she would bring with her at least one of her favorites. And now it would have to be Esthrya.

“What’s your new doll’s name?” asked her seatmate in English class.

“Her name’s Esthrya. My mom gave it to me on my birthday.” 

“Oh. She’s lovely. I wish I had a doll like her.” 

Her seatmate told the other girls how pretty Esthrya was and how she wanted to have one on her birthday, too. Almost all the girls in the class knew of Esthrya and they adored her.

“Mommy! My friends love Esthrya! One girl said she wanted to have the same doll on her birthday.” she said, giggling.

“Wow! That’s wonderful, honey! You’re having so much fun with your new doll! I’m so glad you like it!” said her mom.

“Are you kidding me? I love it, mom! I love her! She’s my favorite! Her hair and eyes are so pretty!”

“But finish your homework and dinner first before you play with her, alright?”

“Yes, mom.” she answered back.

So again, she went up to her room, shut the door and instead of drowning herself with textbooks, she played tea with Esthrya. 

“Would you like another cup of tea?”, long pause… “and then you say: yes, please. That is how you ask for tea, Esthrya.” laughing.

She and Esthrya went on like this for weeks. Mom thought it was somewhat a good thing to see her daughter at least be happy even if she wasn’t playing with other little girls outside. What mattered was that her daughter was happy.

But in a not-so-faraway kingdom, somebody was not happy at all. Somebody was infuriated about having Esthrya as the new favorite.

Someone envied her. And this somebody wanted to punish her for being the brand new favorite.

This someone lived close enough to Esthrya and the little girl.

She lived on top of the little girl’s drawer. 

She was another doll named Alicia. All the other dolls in their world used to envy Alicia. She had long red hair, her legs were perfect and she had deep black eyes unlike the usual ones which were brown or hazelnut.

She used to be the little girl’s favorite. They always had an afternoon tea (which was fake anyway) and a lot of the other girls in her class also wished they had a doll just like hers.

But that was before the little girl’s birthday. Now everything has changed. Now, she’s just going to be one of the neglected dolls inside a dusty chest. Forgetten. 
“This can’t happen to me! If I won’t be her favorite, then no one’s ever will!” Alicia said with all madness and hatred. She hated Esthrya. She hated the fact that Esthrya even existed. And she greatly hated the idea of the little girl forgetting about her because of the new comer. It just wasn’t how the world should go. 

Ever since Esthrya came into the little girl’s life, Alicia was knocked out helpless just like that. But she had a plan. A very auspicious plan for her, she thought.
It was pure evil.

“No Alicia! You can’t do it!” said one of the forgotten dolls.

“The little girl has been selfish all this time, forgetting all of us has been her biggest mistake ever. She deserves the punishment, Alicia.” opposed another.

One day, the little girl was in her bedroom playing with Esthrya when her mom called her for supper. She went down but didn’t bring Esthrya with her. Strange. But it was just the perfect moment for Alicia.

“Now’s the time, girls”, evil Alicia said.

She started casting a spell, a voodoo chant she learned from her mother way back when. She started humming an unusual and spooky sound, versed a series of words that the other dolls could not understand but knew was dangerous for somebody being casted upon.

“Stop it, Alicia!” said the other doll, begging. But she was freakishly unstoppable. Nobody actually dared to stop her.

They heard the little girl yelling Esthrya’s name from outside the room, she was excited to get back and play with her new doll again.

“Now’s the right time, Alicia”, said the other doll with a smirk on her plastic face.
“Esthryaaaaa…” the little girl yelled.

“Esss..” she stopped. Her heart stopped. She was too horrified to see her room so dark only her music box making a sound from nowhere. 

“Esthrya? Where are you? Why is it so dark in here?” said the little girl, her voice quivering. 

Suddenly, a loud bang from her back came. Her door shut. She tried to scream her mom’s name but no voice was coming out of her mouth. It was like the world was on mute. 

Alicia continued chanting, raising her voice higher and higher and screamed. 
After a one whole long minute of silence, the little girl awoken. Everything around her was glistening, shining as if she were in a different place, like in a fantasy world, just like how her mom used to describe in her stories before she’d go to bed with Esthrya.

Esthrya. Where was she?

“Hello, my dear. Missed me?” said Alicia to the little girl.

“Where am I? Who are y… Alicia? Why are you talking? How can.. How is this even possible? Where am I?” the girl said with all disbelief. It could not be happening, could it?

“Everything’s for real, little girl. This is where you belong now. With us. And Esthrya? Stop looking for her, you’re inside her body now.” Alicia said, laughing with all evilness. 

“Why did you do this to me?? Mommy!!!” 

“Your screams are useless, no one can hear you from that side of your world now. You’ll be here with us, forever.” 

“Why did you do this?” Tears started pouring out from her pretty green eyes.

“We used to be best friends, remember? What happened to us? Ever since that Esthrya came everything just became different and aweful! How could you just forget about us? We were all your best friends!”

“I did’nt know you’d feel this way, Alicia.”

“Well now you do. And you deserve this. Don’t worry, I’m still going to be your best friend, your secret will be safe with me. No one will know you’re here with us”, her eyes were almost grinning madly, amusingly massive as well.

“But I don’t want to be here! I want to be with my mom! With my real friends, in the real world!”

“You don’t have any friends! We are your only friends! I killed Esthrya and replaced her as you so we could all be together from now on! That way, you wouldn’t have to trade us for anyone new. Isn’t that lovely, my dear?”

“But how did you do this?!”

“I learned it from my mother. My mother was once a witch. Before I became a doll, I was a pretty girl just like you. One night, two strangers went into our home to steal things from us and we caught them. They tried to kill us but before they could kill my mother, she casted a spell on me so that I become my own doll and so nobody could hurt me from that day forward. It was the most disgusting thing that’s ever happened to me but I knew my mother did it because she loved me. I assume it was for my own good. But seeing real girls like you made me envy. And every time this jealousy in me grows, the more I want other girls to become just like me. And I’ve had it with you! I envied you for being a real pretty girl and for having a mother. But you just had to rub it in our faces how neglected we’d become every time a new doll comes into your life. Well all that’s over now. You should be happy I did not kill you.”

“Just kill me then! I’d rather die than be like any of you!”

“No. We want you to be with us. Just like us. Forever. Dolls don’t die. We just stay like this for the rest of our little damned lives.”

The music from the music box was the saddest thing she remembered after what had happened. It was also the last lovely thing she’ll ever hear after her mom’s I love you on that night.

They called her Esthrya from that moment on.

3 8.10.10. fiction,ray piedra,

Novena

Illustration by: Vivalawham

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Natatakot.
Sumasampalataya.
Nagdarasal.
Nagmamahal.
Kunwari.
Nagpapanggap.
Nagpapanggap.
Sa mundong ito,
Sino sa tingin mo ang magtatanggol sayo?
Sa paligid mo,
Sino sa palagay mo ang magliligtas sayo?

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Ang diyos mo.
Ang diyos nya.
Ang diyos ng mga daga.
Ang diyos ng mga kape.
Ang diyos ng mga tulala.
Ang diyos nating lahat.

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Diyos na hindi nagpapakita.
At minsan hindi madarama.
Diyos na naimbento sa kwento.
Sa mga kwento mong nakakalungkot.
Diyos na nagmula sa utak.
Sa utak mong madugo at malikot.

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Itanong mo sa kanya,
Bakit maraming naghihirap?
Itanong mo sa kanya,
Ano ba talaga ang silbi ng buhay?
Itanong mo sa kanya,
Bakit hindi ka niya sinasagot?
Itanong mo sa kanya,
Anong iniisip niya?
Magtanong ka.
Magtanong ka.
Magtanong ka hanggang sa manawa ka.

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Babad sa kasalanan,
Malulunod at malulunod ka.
Lulutang ng lulutang,
Dito sa madungis mong mundo.
Sino ang sasaklolo sayo?

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Magtiwala ka.
Magtiwala ka sa wala.
Manalig ka.
Manalig ka hanggat kaya.
Maghintay ka.
Maghintay ka ng isang himala.
Mabulag ka.
Mabulag ka sa iyong paniniwala.

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Ang diyos niyo.
Ang diyos nila.
Ang diyos ng mga trahedya.
Ang diyos ng mga balita.
Ang diyos ng mga giyang.
Ang diyos nating lahat.

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Alayan mo siya.
Ng bulaklak.
Ng pagkain.
Ng kanta.
Ng sayaw.
Ng dugo.
Ng laman.
Ng ngiti.
Ng luha.
Ng buhay.
Ng patay.
Ng lahat ng kaya mo.
Kung kaya mo.
Dahil diyos mo siya.
Yun ang sabi niya.

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Illustration by: Ray Piedra

Pinatay Ko Ang Mga Bida Sa Ending

Illustration by: Dave Grimaldo

Lingid sa kaalaman ng karaniwang tao dito sa planetang Earth, may isang planetang nageexist sa ating solar system kung saan lahat ng nakatira, nabubuhay at kahit na patay doon ay puro fictional. Puro totoong fiction. Ang pangalan ng planetang ito ay Zorbius. Sympre dahil fictional nga ang planetang ito, nahirapan rin ang mga scientist nating icomprehend ito kaya di na sila nagbother pang pag-aralan pa ang Zorbius. Ang isa pang dahilan kung bakit di nila ito macomprehend ang planetang Zorbius ay dahil sa sobrang ganda ng itsura nito. “If a picture paints a thousand words..” ang drama ng mga scientist pag nakikita nila ang Zorbius. “Damn is all i can say!” sabi ng isang scientist, habang nakahiga sa kama at nagpapahingang nakatingin sa kisame.

Pero hindi ang scientist na yan ang focus ng ating kwento. So mapunta tayo sa planetang Zorbius. Sa totoo lang, di ko rin masyadong madedescribe ng maayos ang planetang ito dahil sa sobrang ganda niya kulang ang mga bulaklaking words para mapicture out niyo ang itsura nito. Basta maganda, medyo hi-tech at digital na yung era nila kaya everything was so cool. At sa planetang ito, kung saan mayroong 6.5 bilyong nilalang na nakatira, ay may magkasintahang nageexist. Si Radio Girl at si Robot Star.

Radio Girl and Robot Star were inseparable. Daig pa nila si John en Marsha at si Batman and Robin. Nireregaluhan ni Robot Star si Radio Girl ng bulaklak gawa sa Coke in can, minsan maliit, minsan malaki. Nilalagay naman ito ni Radio Girl sa isang flower vase na gawa sa pinagpatong-patong na magic spring na nasa tabi ng higaan nya tuwing siya’y matutulog. Ganoon sila kasentimental at ka “old school”. Lagi silang masaya. Hindi uso sa kanila ang nag-aaway dahil lagi silang magkasundo sa lahat ng bagay. Automatic kumbaga. Inside joke nila yun.

Isang araw nung namamasyal sila sa isang gubat ng mga bulok na makina, may napansin silang kakaiba sa ilalim ng isang luma at bulok na crane. Naapakan ito ni Radio Girl. Isang makapal, malawak, sticky at maitim na parang naipong crudo slash sipon. In other words, black blob. Nakakadiri yung amoy ng nito.

*Radio Girl: Ano to?

*Robot Star: Hindi ko alam. Base sa utak ko gawa siya sa isang kemikal na nakakalason! At..parang may buhay siya?

*Radio Girl: Ha?!

Dali-dali silang umalis sa kinatatayuan nila, tumakbo kung saan feeling nila safe. Pero hindi. Ang bakas ng black blob na yun na naiwan sa sapatos ni Radio Girl ay dahilan para masundan sila. At oo, may buhay nga ang black blob na iyun.

*Radio Girl: Oh no! Anong gagawin natin?

*Robot Star: Hmm..isa siyang maduming blob, tingin mo mamatay kaya siya pagbinasa natin ng tubig na may sabon??

*Radio Girl: Baka! Try natin!

Nakakita sila ng isang malaking swimming pool at pinuno ito ng detergent soap na mas magaling pa sa Tide at Ariel at pinabula nila ito ng todo todo. Naghintay sila sa tabi ng pool hanggang sa nakita sila ng malaking itim na jelly.

*Kalaban na jelly: Aha! Nanjan pala kayo! Kakainin ko kayo ng buhay!

Unti-unting lumalapit ang blob kung saan sila nakatayo na para bang nakasakay siya sa skate board. Ganun kaswabe yung galaw niya. Pero bago pa niya naabutan ang dalawa nating bida ay nahulog na siya sa swimming pool. Sa sobrang dumi nya naging itim na rin halos ang tubig at pati ang bubbles nito.

*Robot Star: Tagumpay! Wala na siya! Natalo natin siya!

*Radio Girl: Oo nga! Salamat sayo!

*Robot Star: Walang anuman, basta para sayo. :)

Akala nila dedo na si black jelly, pero hindi. Biglang dumilim ang paligid ng dalawa. Pagtalikod nila ay nakita nila ang kalaban na lalong lumaki!

*Kalaban na jelly: Yun ang akala nyo!

*Mga bida: Waaaah!!!

Tumakbo ulit ang dalawa pero mas mabagal na sila ngayon. Nahihigop pala ng blob ang lahat ng langis at kuryente sa mga baterya nila kaya sila bumabagal. Nang dahil dito, nagpanic na silang dalawa. Tuliro. Takot. Pagod sa kakatakbo ng mabagal. Hindi alam kung saan pwedeng magtago.

*Radio Girl: Anong gagawin natin?!

*Robot Star: Hindi ko alam! Kasalanan mo to e! Kung nag-iingat ka sana kanina edi hindi mo siya naapakan!

*Radio Girl: Hindi ko naman sinasadya! Ikaw nga kala mo naman ang genius ng plano mo! Tingnan mo tuloy lalo siyang lumaki! At nauubusan na tayo ng charge sa katawan!!

*Robot Star: Edi ikaw gumawa ng plano mas magaling ka pala sakin e!

*Radio Girl: Itanong mo jan sa utak mo kung anong gagawin natin!

*Robot Star: At least ako may utak!

*Radio Girl: Tumigil ka tutusukin kita ng atenna ko e!

At nag-away nga ang dalawa for the first time. Hindi nila alam kung pano nangyari ang experience na yun pero yun ang isa sa mga malulungkot na nangyari sa buhay nila. Alam niyo kung ano yung mas malungkot dun?

Dahil busy sila sa pag-aaway, naubos ang energy nila sa paghahanap ng paraan para makatakas at makatakbo ng malayo. Hindi nila napansin na sobrang malapit na pala si black jelly sa kanila. And in an instant.

*Kalaban na jelly: OM NOM NOM NOM. YUMMY!

Kinain niya ang dalawa ng buhay.

LIBRENG MORAL:

Lahat tayo may kalaban na maitim na jelly sa ating mga sarili. Nasa satin na lang yun kung magpapadala tayo, magpapatalo at magpapakain ng buhay o hindi. Patuloy na lalaki at tataba ang itim ito kung lahat tayo walang peace and love para sa sarili at para sa isa’t isa.

At ito ang maikling kwento kung paano ko pinatay ang mga bida sa ending.

Illustration by: Ray Piedra

The Wizard of Ohhh’s

Illustration by: Paolo Gardon

(My version of Beetlejuice)

The year was 1991. When grunge was at its peak and acid-washed skinny jeans and long messy hair rocked.

There was a girl named Katie. She was a lazy girl who loved staring at the ceiling during the day. If she wasn’t staring at the ceiling she would be tapping her fingers while listening to Kurt Cobain’s voice. She hated chores. She dreaded them like it was a disease. Her mom said her room was so “grungie”. It just meant super messy. And she adored it that way.

One day, when she refused to wash the dishes, she thought of exploring their attic instead. And so she did. Up there she took a look at old photo albums filled with dust (and didn’t mind that they were dusty at all). She continued on rambling through all the dirty old boxes well kept in the shelves.

Then she found something she thought was interesting. A cassette tape with no label on it. It must be her dad’s. She immediately shoved it on the back pocket of her jeans and left the room.

Katie: “Hey mom, is this dad’s?” showing the mixtape to her.

Mom: “Are you messing around with me again? You’re not holding anything, dear.”

Katie: “Mom. This is a tape. See?” reaching the mixtape to her mom.

Mom: “Go clean your room.”

Katie: “Seriously?”

Mom: “Seriously what? Quit fooling around. I don’t see anything that you’re holding and stop acting like you’re holding something you look funny. Go do something real.”

Katie: “Whatever, mom.”

It was just so strange that her mom couldn’t see the mixtape.

Katie: “What the hell is this?” she said, talking to herself.

She went up to her room and studied the cassette tape carefully. Her mom wasn’t much of a joker and she wasn’t joking with her in any way at all when she asked if it was from her dad. So why the?

Strange. Strange indeed. She got up, got a player and shoved the tape inside. It took almost 30 seconds for the tape before it played anything. Then finally, the first song played. It didn’t sound anything like Nirvana or Smashing Pumpkins or The Smiths but it was definitely hypnotic.

She continued to listen to it, closing her eyes, feeling the so-called music and before she even noticed it, her entire room was already filled with purple smoke. She stood up and held her breath thinking it was like some poison gas.

And poof!

Out of nowhere came this purple-colored potato! Katie screamed on top of her voice. At the top of her lungs. She grabbed a pillow and smashed on the potato’s face.

Potato: “Hey! Stop hitting me!”, struggling to stop Katie from hitting him.

Katie: “Who are you?! What are you doing here?! What’s with the smell? And why do you sound funny?”

Potato: “Well, I don’t have a name. You can call me Potato if you want. I come from your imagination and you summoned me by playing that tape. And I guess I’m here to poke you for your laziness.”

Katie: “Go away! You’re creepy!”

Potato: “Yes I am. And I’m guessing you’re one lazy girl I need to change.”

Katie: “I’m not lazy and I don’t need you. Go away.”

Potato stared at her room and said: “Right.”

Days passed and the two became inseparable. Well, just because Katie couldn’t get rid of Potato and Potato didn’t go anywhere unless Katie did all her chores.

“I gotta get rid of this Potato. He’s been getting on my nerves!” Katie said to herself.

One afternoon, while Potato wasn’t around, Katie found some peace and quiet time in her room. She grabbed her player, changed the mixtape to Side B and pressed the play button on her player.

Oblivious of summoning another imaginary whatsoever, she continued to listen to the music that was playing. Enthralling. Absorbed.

Poof! Out came another imaginary whatsoever! And this time it was an ugly one.

Beetlejuice.

Katie: “Oh fuck, who the hell are you now?”

Beetlejuice: “I am Beetlejuice at your service. Are you not scared of me?”

Katie: “So what do you do this time? Super poke me until I become holy?”

Beetlejuice: “No. And why aren’t you scared of me?”

Katie: “After that purple potato incident, I wouldn’t be scared of anything anymore.”

Beetlejuice: “Wait, that big fat purple potato is here?!” with a grin on his face.

Katie: “Yes! And he’s annoying me. He’s been telling me what to do ever since he got here and I’m just oh so irked!”

Beetlejuice: “Well, I can help you with that! I scare and annoy that potato away. Well, it’s my only job. That’s why I’m scary like this”

Beetlejuice blew his thumb. His eyes popped and his head exploded like a balloon. Gooey things splashed everywhere.

Katie: “Eeew. What the hell? Stop messing, it’ll only make Potato come back here!”

Beetlejuice: “And that’s why I’m here! And if you need me, just scream my name in your head three times!” And poof again. Disappeared.

Beetlejuice got her thinking. If he could scare that obsessive compulsive potato away, then it’ll solve her problem and everything will be back to normal.

Just after a couple of minutes Potato showed up.

Potato: “Why is it so messy in h.. Wait. Oh no!! Did you play Side B of the mixtape??”

Katie: “Yup! And I just know how to exactly drive you away, you fat potato!”

Potato: “Beetlejuice is here! Oh no! What should I do?! He’ll drive me out of my mind and kick my ass to Kingdom Come!”

Katie: “Yes, I’ll make him do that if you don’t stop nosing around like a mom! You’ll be off to kingdom come in no time, wherever that is!” said Katie, laughing.

Potato: “But you can’t!!”

Katie closed her eyes and her fists and summoned Beetlejuice inside her head, screaming under her nose, silently: Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice!

And poof! Out on the white smoke, came Beetlejuice, wearing a clown costume.

Beetlejuice: “Perfect! Everyone’s here! I might just as well do some trick show, right Potato?” giving him a big hug from the back turning potato all green.

Potato grabbed Beetlejuice’s arms and said: “Stop it! I’m not scared of you this time! I saw her first!”

Beetlejuice: “But I can get rid of you anytime! Katie just needs to give me that green light and you’ll be over, Potato!” he said, his head transforming into a traffic light.

Beetlejuice: “So Katie what’s it gonna be?” grinning, eating an apple.

Potato: “Katie please make me stay, I’ve come to love your place and the only reason why I’m here is because you summoned me. My only job is to super poke you into doing what is right!” explaining with sad eyes.

Beetlejuice: “Oh shush, stop explaining. Katie’s not interested in you. Your ass will be in Kingdom Come in five. four. three. two..” counting down while he turned himself into a huge clock.

Katie: “No wait, I didn’t give you the go signal yet.”

Beetlejuice poofed back to normal and said “huh?”

Katie: “Well, can you guys tell me first where in the world did you both come from?”

Beetlejuice: Well, I came from Haydes, and he..well he just a soul of a dead potato who got stuck under an elevator, who couldn’t breathe that’s why he turned all purple.”

Potato: “No? I came from Kingdom Come. Well, it’s a faraway place where everything is so boring. Unlike here in your room, and in your house, and in your neighborhood. And I want to live here. Well, with you because you summoned me. But as long as you’re all clean and tidy, we’ll all be happy and there will be no super poke for you. I promise.”

Beetlejuice: “I promise.” imitating Potato with a tiny squeaky voice.

Beetlejuice: “Shut up Mr. Potato, you’re coming with me!”.

He now turned into a police and was excitedly about to grab Potato’s right foot when Katie stopped him.

Katie: “Okay, you can stay but promise me no more super pokes. EVER.”

Potato: “Yes, but you also have to promise me you’ll do your chores.”

Katie: “Pffft. Okay.”

Beetlejuice: “So now I’m out of the picture?! I want this to be my happy ever after story! Oh no you don’t you fat potato you…”

Beetlejuice transformed into a huge ogre with a purple football helmet and tied his strechy, gooey arms around Potato’s neck and gave Katie the scary look ever.

Beetlejuice: “Don’t even try to save him, girlie!”

Katie: “Quick! Potato, what should I do?!”

Potato couldn’t breathe and neither could he talk so he let out a big speech bubble that said “Un-summon him! Scream his name thrice!”

Beetlejuice tried to burst the speech bubble away but it was too late.

Katie: “BEETLEJUICE. BEETLEJUICE. BEETLEJUICE!

Beetlejuice: “What the fuck.” And poof! He disappeared for the last time and was never to be seen again. Back to Haydes.

Years and years have passed and the purple potato still lived in Katie’s room. The purple potato fell in love with Katie and Katie never married.

He promised her they go to Kingdom Come one day so that she wouldn’t have to grow old anymore. And they did. There, he showed her the brightest place ever.

Katie: “This is unmistakably, the brightest hour in my entire life and it could only get better with you.”

Potato smiled and gave her a big cuddly hug. It was the sweetest, tightest hug she has ever experienced. It was so tight she almost turned purple.

Illustration by: Ray Piedra

Sophie Catastrophe Vs. The Flightless Dead Paper Planes

Illustration by: Ray Piedra

Clock: “Tick Tock” 

7.9 minutes past One O’clock in the morning. 

She was wide awake. Staring blankly at what seems to be a cold salty earth. 

Clock: “Tick Tock” 

She tossed and turned upside down on her bed. Kicked under the blanket. 

And whispered to herself: “Ready, set, go!” The legend of herself is about to begin. 

Clock: “Tick Tock” 

She closed her eyes and tried to imagine so many things. And the things imagined her back. 

A single trance of chance, found under her bed.

Clock: “Tick Tock”

Scenes inside her head rewinding. Episodes flickering fast like 1/100 millisecond fast.

Something was getting close to her. The window chimes sang lullabies as if they were telling a story.


Clock: “Tick Tock”

Mystery lights, dancing all around her pink and black box-like bedroom. An inner-post-subliminal-high.

She stood up and wore her shiny, plastic, red traveling boots. Wore on a smile and a pair of yellow goggles..

Clock: “Tick Tock”

It’s here. Just outside her window, there, waiting, was Captain Bobbleworlzwurts with a big belly and white beard.

And said: “Screws fall everywhere. The world is such an imperfect place.”

Clock: “Tick Tock”

Goodbye polka-dotted childhood world and a room full of pink daises and curses.

Ready, get set, leave. She’s got a one-way ticket to a faraway land made of gummy bears and static sunshine.

Clock: “Tick Tock”

She has packed up everything she needed:

Her red boots, yellow goggles and a cold bottomless glass of Kool Aid.


Clock: “Tick Tock”

After ten tick-tocks from her mental clock, she found herself in a comatose state of succor.

She was now riding the time of her life, on a flightless dead paper plane named “Death Rock Disco”.

Clock: “(Tick Tock)”

Capt. B: “Where are we headed?”

She: “A place where it’s always the month of April and only the odor of strawberries are allowed.”

Clock: “(Tick Tock. Tick Tock)”
Capt. B: “What is your name, my dear?”

She: “My name is Sophie. Sophie Catastrophe.”

The legend of herself has just begun.

Illustration by: Jhoan Cobacha