Feature Story (A Flash Fiction)

Feature Story (A Flash Fiction)

“i just want to sleep. a coma would be nice, or amnesia, maybe. let me forget, even for a while, just to get rid of these thoughts in my mind. did he violate my mind too?”

i remember it so well, the look in his eyes, the smirk on his face, and the way he moves his body. i remember it all. and it keeps playing in my head on repeat.

it was late afternoon but too early for the night when he passed by and drove me home. i could be graphic and narrate everything as i see it in my mind now, but i won’t. i won’t give him a chance to invade my thoughts. i won’t let him manipulate how my mind will work.

if i were to rage a war, i’d begin by telling my story of that one unfortunate night. he was a deranged selfish man who could not accept defeat.

why did he do it?

was my ultimate question. what was he trying to prove? sexual prowess or to control through fear?

and why didn’t i file a complaint?

i felt humiliated and confused. my soul was in great fear while my mind was in a rage. there was an overwhelming sense of vulnerability and a paralyzing feeling of lack of control over my life. i was haunted by the fear of the place in which it occurred. i became a total stranger to myself. i didn’t have enough courage to tell anyone much more file a formal rape case.

i became a fully functional victim for so long. i went on with my life and never told anyone.

until today.

i am telling my story for a newspaper feature in the celebration of Women’s Month. i know that he will read this and feel the wrath of my account. by now, he is an old man. old and fragile man; after all, it has been over two decades. and reading this would bring back the evil he was when he was young.

he will then now pray to all the gods that what he did to me will never happen to any of his beloved daughters (i pray, too, with all my heart). still, as we both pray, he would realize hell is coming his way now while i am moving towards reclaiming the peace in my mind and the serenity in my heart.


he reads his own brutality in the newspaper as he sips a cup of coffee. regrets will fill him in. sorrow will eat every cell of his body. he will take the newspaper and burn it until it becomes a complete pile of ashes. he burned it so that his family won’t have access to read it. but, lo and behold! his beloved wife arrived from work later that day.

“is this you? was this you? the description fits perfectly well, and you told me once of the young girl you dearly loved but never loved you back.”

     – END –



you’re the one
who crippled me
‘cos my choices
my ideas
my dreams
my hopes
were never
ever good
enough for you
not even
the simplest
color of my nails
to the most
house decor
so, yeah
it’s all on you
you’re always
the one
the only

but i tell you
gone are those
days when men
rule the world
when husbands
have more power
than wives
when men are
the only voice
when their minds
bear the
sovereign truth
when men
are given
ample rights
and opportunities
than women.


For David’s Weekly Prompt:

Call It Whatever You Want

this week’s Poetry Reading Prompt “How To Be Alone”

(you can watch it here)

by Reena of https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2022/05/19/reenas-xploration-challenge-231/ is so inspiring that i am up for another response. 

the poem speaks highly of how to love yourself – alone, without the need for other people’s approval and love. sometimes, our desire to belong and to be loved is what kept us trapped in an abusive relationship. and i don’t just mean here abusive relationship between a couple. this may surprise you but relationships between and among friends and relatives could be abusive too. it happens normally when one party is the one always giving and understanding.

“you need to control your habit of forgetting to breathe”, “there is a you telling another story of you. Listen to her.” these lines from the poem struck me the most.

Call It Whatever You Want

small insults
call it whatever you want
intentional or not one thing is sure
its meant to hurt you, break you, tear you apart
then the worst is yet to come when you finally
began to question your self-worth and start
believing that it could be true.

small insults
bullying at its finest and it happens
not only among friends, among classmates
among co-workers; but between two people
two people who promised to love each other
someone is the arrogant bully who when
confronted claims to be a victim but refuses to
admit to having played the role of a victim.

small insults
intentional or not
when you start to doubt yourself
and it takes you to a darker place
walk away before it’s too late.

After Rain Skies (Top 1k paperback best seller)

poetrybymich 💥💫💛🙏🙏 with over a million books published and sold everyday by Amazon.Com, YOU my dear friends and poets chose to believe in my CAUSE and in my VOICE by buying the second edition of “After Rain Skies” making it in the TOP 1k PAPERBACK BEST SELLER….

THANK YOU is not enough, but allow me to thank y’all still.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you and to my Filipino readers, Maraming Salamat.

To India, my 2nd  poetic home forever grateful for embracing me as your own.

To my creative team Manila; Norj, Nicole, Jalline and Tiff maraming salamt.

To Perak Women for Women Society, thank you

To Paul and Jo; Leny and Anthony, Ms. Nancy, Ms. Sumathi, Ms. Yip who wrote the beautiful foreword, thank you so much.

To Penzone pub, along with Aditya and Shalvi thank you.

To check out the book kindly go to Amazon.com or simply click the link in my bio

📸 @valooey your portrait photo is now part of an Amazon best seller book 💛💫💥

Game Plan

Game Plan

you murdered my pride when you repeatedly cursed me with your words.
your words that appeared to be deadlier than any weapon in this world.
it hurt me so bad i could die a million death, it hurt me so bad.
those words, your words, you use them to cut the deepest wound.
you murdered my pride.
you ruined my dreams.
you toppled down my spirit.
everytime you open your mouth

no mercy is your game.
and i, i am your willing victim.

oh, i used to be your willing victim. ‘cos i chose to free myself from your pride and ego; from your temper and disposition.

you no longer have the power to hurt me. not now. not tomorrow. not ever.

no mercy, my game today.

i had a recent conversation with two (2) college girls sharing thoughts about a college professor who blatantly told his studentst “girls should dress appropriately so that boys/men won’t have the reason to be tempted to harass them. it is the girls’/women’s responsibility to dress and act accordingly and never give any man the reason”. how sick could this college professor be? really? seriously? i couldn’t believe that we have men like this in our academic institutions. these men do not desereve to be where girls/women are expected to be protected and boys/men are expected to be taught to always by all means respect girls/women. no matter what and regardless of. point in case mr. professor, how do you explain kids/minors/children being molested/raped by sick adult men? how do you explain the case of a fully covered religious woman walking being raped? how do you explain the case of a college girl in full school uniform being sexually assaulted by a male friend?

its about time we re assess the way we view abuse and violence.

because in case you are not aware rape is rape no matter what, especially in the absence of consent. abuse is still abuse regardless of.

women have the right to live free from violence, even men too. violence of any form should never be tolerated.

as we celebrate WOMEN’S MONTH, let us together work hand in hand and rally a community to help everyone in situation where violence is present.

remember, violence could happen to anyone. even to the most beautiful, most succeessful woman who see every morning on your way to work.

be mindful.

be sensitive.

and then help.

Tina (After Rain Skies, 2nd ed.)

poetrybymich 🙏💛💫  happy and blessed Sunday dear friends and poets. Thank you for making my 6th book #1Amazon best seller.🙏🙏

Below is the story of Tina from “After Rain Skies”

When we trust a friend, we have confidence in them and their honesty and integrity. We believe that they will do the things they say they will. We recognize their abilities and strengths, and we place our faith in them.

Tina at 18 learned the heartbreaking truth behind “trusting a friend” when she said “yes” three times.

She left school premises rather later than usual, and thereupon the highway, she was met by her long-time neighbor and childhood friend; the son of a very dear family friend. He offered her a ride, a ride to her dormitory.

It was already late, it was dark and the traffic in the city was indescribable. So, she said yes. And why not? They have been neighbors and friends for as far as she could remember. Their families were both best friends with each other.

 So yeah, she said yes.

 Ten minutes on the road and he said, they will need to do a quick stopover at his friend’s apartment (apparently to pick up some school documents).

Again she said yes.

And, again why not?

💔 you won’t believe what happened next….read the full story of Tina in “After Rain Skies”, and other inspiring stories of abuse and violence💔

After Rain Skies (Amazon Best Seller)

poetrybymich 🥳💫💥 with a heart full of GRATITUDE, I say THANK YOU my dear friends and poets for making my 6th book an Amazon Best Seller again. Your love and support for my poetry is unbelievable. And for that, THANK YOU SO MUCH.



A portion of my royalty fee for this book will go to Perak Women for Women Society. An NGO that helps and supports victims of abuse and violence. Your purchase of the book will help a woman in need of shelter, suport and therapy.

There is an astonishing number of kindle books published everyday. Statistics shows that around 7,500 new Kindle books per day! With a  minimum of 50,000 per month. AND FOR YOU ALL TO MAKE MY BOOK ON TOP 50 BEST SELLER IN LESS THAN 24 HRS OF RELEASE IS AMAZING.

What is more amazing is to see my name alongside Mary Jane Oliver, an American poet who won the National Book Award and the Pulitzer Prize. In 2007, she was declared to be the country’s best-selling poet.

After Rain Skies (#1 on Kobo)

poetrybymich 💥💛💫🥳🙏 thank you so much my dear friends and poets.

The Second Edition of “After Rain Skies” released as ebook in Kobo.Com is NOW number ONE trending ebook after few hours of release.

Thank you all so much.


💢To those who wants a kindle file copy you can get thru Amazon.💢

A portion of my royalty fee for this book will go to Perak Women for Women Society. An NGO that helps and supports victims of abuse and violence. Your purchase of the book will help a woman in need of shelter, suport and therapy.

After Rain Skies (Kindle File Live Now)

Dear friends, kindle file is now live in Amazon. CLICK THE LINK BELOW..

Happy Reading.

P.S  “After Rain Skies – Second Edition” – a portion of my royalty fee for this book will go to Perak Women for Women Society. An NGO that helps and supports victims of abuse and violence. Your purchase of the book will help a woman in need of shelter, suport and therapy.

After Rain Skies (ebook available for pre -order)

poetrybymich 💥💫💛  “After Rain Skies” is now available for pre – order as ebook copy via  Kobo.Com
Link in my bio or you can just click this:https://www.kobo.com/ph/en/ebook/after-rain-skies-second-edition

Kindle file and paperback copy will be available via Amazon -March 8, 2022

“After Rain Skies (second edition)” is a compilation of true and inspiring stories of abuse and violence in prose and poetry. This edition will open our minds and hearts to the heartbreaking realities of the culture of sexual abuse, happening to women all over the world. This may even surprise you, as I ventured out into exposing stories of perpetrators who are kind, smart and successful –not your usual “bad kind of guy”.  Which leads me to say, not all who is good and kind is righteous and compassionate. Sometimes, evil just lurk around waiting for the time to be unleashed. Sometime too, the face of an evil is “beautiful”, not your usual “evil kind of guy – with burning red eyes face”. So, girls watch out. Evil could be just around, sitting right next to you camouflaging as your best friend, your uncle, your classmate, your neighbor or worst your supposed “beloved”. The stories in this edition will help girls and women to spot possible perpetrators and to see the possible “red flags” at any given situation.

Sexual abuse was the only form of violence I refused to include in the first book. Why? Listening to my subjects’ telling their stories was heartbreaking. It broke me, honestly. I couldn’t find the courage to write it then, because writing it and retelling their stories would mean going through the broken feeling again. So, I chose not to write. I chose not to include it. I wasn’t prepared.

P.S  “After Rain Skies – Second Edition” – a portion of my royalty fee for this book will go to Perak Women for Women Society. An NGO that helps and supports victims of abuse and violence. Your purchase of the book will help a woman in need of shelter, suport and therapy.