Wyoma Maisog
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I started writing when I was 11 years old. I used to write romance stories and poems but as I grew older, I am more inclined in writing poetries and short stories.
Stories (5)
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The Workplace
I was already in my apartment but still couldn’t shake the feeling I felt in the office. Honestly, I really didn't know what to do or what to believe in. Was it a dream or a vision? Was it really Maria, the girl that I saw on the mirror? Was it for real???
By Wyoma Maisog4 years ago in Fiction
The Workplace
It was exactly two months ago when we moved from the old makeshift office to this fabulous well-lit, well-ventilated and well-organized one. The old office looked like a small studio–type bedroom with a private bath and toilet in it. But instead of a bed and a work table, computers and printers were all over the place. We were like sardines in a can when all of us were working at the same shift.
By Wyoma Maisog4 years ago in Fiction
The Cabin
Joseph and Amanda were already upstairs asleep but he was still awake. Peter was left lying on the couch to spend the night. He had this faraway look in his eyes. His ears were straining to hear any sound that might be coming from the woods. Satisfied that the night was quite peaceful, he surrendered himself to slumber.
By Wyoma Maisog4 years ago in Fiction
The Cabin
She fell asleep the moment her back touched the bed. She was in a deep sleep and was dreaming about that one summer vacation when she and her parents were spending their weekend in the cabin. She was twelve years old. She hoped Joseph came with them but his family had other plans. However, her father told her that they would visit on the day before they leave. Today was THAT day and she was sitting on the stairs waiting for Joseph and his parents to arrive. Today was Friday. Tomorrow, Saturday, was the time when they would all go back home together.
By Wyoma Maisog4 years ago in Fiction
