At last, im home
Once upon a time, there was a lonely lady namely Red who’s desperate in finding home. In her frustration she took a tour around the World Wide Web. She first and often visits the City of Facebook. She also enjoyed the chirping birds of the City of Twitter, but her search for home was never yet over.
On her journey with her palm friend Google, a great city caught her attention.
“City of Symbianize, this city looks very interesting.” she said.
As a stranger she never thought that the citizen of this city would welcome her warmly. She explored the city’s streets from A to Z, she encountered people in every kind, some maybe bullies, but most of them are kind.
There are cities for techies, for businessmen and artists and finally after her long days of wandering around the city’s busy streets, she finally decided to reside in El-Ef Street. There’s a high-end condo ready for occupancy, the BHC Tower Residences and it was indeed a talked of the town. The owner was very accommodating and his a friend to all, thou he is the Master, he can attend to all concern in any matter.
On her stay at BHC co-unit owners become so very nice. Never she felt uneasy because everyone was friendly. There she found a new set of friends, friends that eventually become her family.
Well, there are friends she cherished the most, one of them was this Hot Chic she consider sister of her own. And yes she still has other sissies; they are Lovely, Sweetie, Witty and Reddy. Though some other girl friends may come and go, but inside her heart they are still friends to keep.
Oh no she wont, she will never forget, a home will never be a sweet home without the handsome boys. Aside from the owner of the tower, there are still other guys to look out for; a Chubby Hunky, a good Adviser, a Kuya, and the developer of BHC Tower Annex on Gi-Xi Street, her only favorite Debater. Though aside from them there are still cuties around the street, some are pioneers, some are newbies.
“I am home.” She sighs blissfully.
One day while strolling around the street, a leaflet was given to her. With a catchy phrase of “WRITE TO EXPRESS NOT TO IMPRESS”, it’s an announcement calling all those who have passion in writing.
Her heart beats fasts, as she knows her hunger in writing. With no hesitation she decided to take the calling and prepared her simple poems and stories.
On AL Street she saw a not so flashy but a very humble 2-storey building. The building was named after its incorporators, LITERATI – a group of 12 writers headed by a Man of Sense and Humor, that is how she describes him. The remaining are as follow: her new found Emotional Sissy, the Poetic Freak, the man who never came Late, the Chic Magnet, the not so Blindman, the story tellers Sam and P, the man behind number 16, her talented Debater, and her Lovely sissy and the others she may not know personally, but she heard that they are as good as the others mentioned.
Her dedication in writing, introduced her to a group of writers who’s really passion was to write. This group was called TM and it has all 100% support of Literati members. This group was very accommodative and they accepted her as a member.
Same as the Literati, this group also consists of very unique individuals with different style and approach in writing, there is this one who’s Addict in story telling, the other is with Snob approach, a Young writer, one is her adopted Son, a novel Breaker, 14 and 15 man, a happy Circuit, a DJ of stories and many more members to come.
Excited thou a bit nervous, she tried to share her writings, the readers as well as TM and Literati acknowledged her works. Poem become poems, story become stories. She was very much happy and satisfied that one of her frustrations comes to fulfillment and she considered the place as her second home.
“Thank God for another home.” She sighs gratefully.
And the lonely girl lives happily inside her new found City.