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Making Past Perfect A Vision of Shadows
Alice’s vision came to her unbidden one night, vivid and piercing, searing its way into her mind with merciless clarity. She had been resting after an exhausting day of guiding a successful raid when her mind’s eye was suddenly transported to a shadowy forest clearing. In the dim light, she saw Johnson, his face blank and eyes glazed, wrapped in the arms of Corazon. Their movements were slow, languid, as if they were caught in some dark ritual, Corazon’s grip possessive, her touch invasive. The vision left Alice feeling cold and hollow, her heart constricting painfully as she watched Corazon run her hands over him, her lips pressing against his. A sense of rage and helplessness burned inside her as she realized that Johnson wasn’t resisting—he was under Corazon’s spell, bound by her dark magic.When the vision faded, Alice sat upright, her hands clenching the edge of her bed, her breaths coming in short, sharp bursts. The sight had shaken her to her core, but it had also kind
Last Updated : 2024-10-28Making Past Perfect The Cure and Corazon’s Scheme
Alice’s frustration grew with every passing day, the sting of her last encounter with Corazon lingering in her mind. She had come so close to breaking Corazon’s hold over Johnson, only for the sorceress to escape, shrouding herself and Johnson within an impenetrable barrier. Desperate for answers, Alice sought out the one person she thought might understand magic’s intricate workings: Her Nana Leonora, the young girl with a natural gift for healing and an innate sense of the unseen.Leonora sat cross-legged on the floor of her her bed, her large eyes fixed on Alice with quiet understanding as she listened to her tale. Though young, Leonora had wisdom beyond her years, an intuition that Alice admired. When Alice finished describing Corazon’s spell and her failed attempt to break it, Leonora’s expression grew thoughtful.“It sounds like Corazon’s magic isn’t just dark but deeply rooted,” Leonora said softly. “Her spell is made to bind, to hold. Breaking it will take more
Last Updated : 2024-10-28Making Past Perfect Across Time’s Shadows
Alice’s vision blurred as the winds around her finally began to calm, her anguished shout echoing into the stillness. Her grief and fury had summoned a storm within her, the very elements responding to her pain, swirling around her with a force she could barely contain. Pedro, Fernando, and Odette gripped her shoulders tightly, trying to steady her. The stormy air crackled with an unearthly energy, as if the world itself were on the brink of something vast and impossible.But even as the winds died down, Alice’s heart was consumed by a single, desperate thought: I just want to know if Nana -----will be safe.The wish burned within her, fueled by an unyielding need to see a future where Leonora lived free from Corazon’s evil grasp. She felt the wish so strongly that it seemed to become a part of her, as real as the ground beneath her feet, as deep as the bond she shared with her companions."Do you feel that?" Alice asked, her voice barel
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Making Past Perfect Reunion in Tipas
As soon as Alice and the others stepped outside, she felt a sudden lightness, like a weight lifting from her shoulders. The dark presence that had lingered around them for days seemed to vanish, dissipating like fog in the morning sun. She reached out with her powers, searching the vast, invisible web that connected her to Leonora and Johnson, but there was nothing. It was as if the darkness had never existed.“She’s gone,” Alice muttered in disbelief, her voice a mixture of relief and frustration. She dropped to her knees, feeling a wave of helplessness. “I can’t find them, any of them—Leonora, Johnson, Corazon... It’s like they’ve disappeared.”Pedro knelt beside her, his hand resting gently on her shoulder. “We’ll find them, Alice,” he assured her, his tone soft yet firm. “You’re not alone in this.”Alice nodded, though her heart felt heavy. She allowed Pedro to help her
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Making Past Perfect The Dark Price of Desire
Alice’s pulse quickened as the dark, chilling presence crept over her, a feeling she’d come to recognize all too well. It wrapped around her like a shroud, suffocating and persistent, pressing into her mind until her senses screamed with dread. She reached out instinctively, stretching her mind toward Leonora and Johnson, but their presence was faint, as if something blocked her from connecting to them fully. The sense of wrongness was so profound that it stole her breath.In the nights that followed, the visions began again, as vivid and invasive as they’d been in the past. Alice saw Corazon's mansion, its lavish halls draped in silk and gold, filled with the muted sounds of revelry and dark promises. Flickering images came to her—Leonora, now eighteen years old, isolated in an opulent room, her pretty face pale yet steady, as though prepared for what was to come. But beneath that calm façade, a steely determination glimmered, tempered by a fea
Last Updated : 2024-10-30Making Past Perfect The Whispers of the Elements
Alice felt as though time had abandoned its flow, suspended in an endless haze. Since her haunting vision of Johnson and Leonora in Corazon’s mansion, silence fell over her mind's eye, as if Corazon had locked them away, hiding their presence in the shadows. That brief, final glimpse had stirred her desperation to a fever pitch, sparking a fire within her that pushed her powers to new heights.Now, her mental telepathy had reached an extraordinary peak. No longer confined to human thoughts, her mind wandered through the murmurs of animals, the whispers of trees, even the silent language of earth, wind, fire, and water. She felt each element as if it were an old friend. The animals, plants, and elements communicated with her in a language as clear as her own thoughts, weaving nature into her emotional tapestry.Yet with every new surge of strength, a faint ache gnawed at her heart—a reminder of the ones she couldn’t reach. Her bond with Johnson, her best friend and love
Last Updated : 2024-10-31Making Past Perfect Beyond the Veil
As Alice and Pedro stood under the whispering trees and flickering lantern light, the elements pulsed around her, each with its own rhythm, calling her to push deeper. She had trained so hard, seeking a breakthrough. Tonight, she felt closer to something—some truth lying just out of reach, a glimmer of hope. Johnson, Leonora… they had to be there, somewhere just beyond the veil of her consciousness.Pedro’s eyes followed her, worry mingled with a quiet awe. “What do you need me to do?” he asked, ready for anything.Alice looked up at him, grateful for his steady presence. “Just stay here. I… I think I need to try something new.” She bit her lip, remembering what Leonora had told her once, about the power of sending one’s spirit out beyond the body. It was a risky skill, one Leonora had called astral projection, but Alice knew she had to try. If she couldn’t find her loved ones physically, maybe she could rea
Last Updated : 2024-10-31Making Past Perfect Awakening Beyond Limits
In a matter of weeks, Alice had nearly perfected her skill in astral projection, slipping into the spirit realm with ease. But her triumph felt hollow; despite her dedication, she still couldn’t find any trace of Johnson or Leonora. She had poured months into honing her abilities, pushing herself beyond her limits night after night, ignoring Leonora’s advice to train gradually. The toll on her body was unmistakable, yet she persisted, consumed by the need to master her skills.One evening, Alice opened her eyes slowly, her surroundings a blur as she struggled to focus. The room was dimly lit, and as her vision cleared, she saw Pedro seated beside her bed, his face drawn with worry.“How are you feeling?” he asked softly, his gaze flickering with concern.Alice managed a weak smile, though it took almost all the energy she could muster. “I feel… drained, like everything’s been sapped out of me.” Her voice was barely a whisper, and her limbs felt heavy, as though her strength had seeped
Last Updated : 2024-11-01
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Making Past Perfect The Unseen Thread
Things would have been different if Alice had never time-traveled to the past.She knew that. Felt it in her bones.If she hadn’t gone back, Leonora would be on the brink of death by now—frail, isolated in the Philippines, her healing powers still locked away by Corazon’s curse.She would have never met her son. Never found the closure she deserved after years of torment.And Pedro… Pedro would have died alone in his apartment in California, the walls silent, no goodbye to his father, no final hugs from his siblings. Just emptiness.Alice thought about it often, late at night, when the world outside was quiet and her mind wouldn't let her rest.She had saved them. In a way. But the past was still unraveling in places she couldn’t reach.The only problem was, back in that stitched-together past she left behind, Leonora’s son still hadn’t returned. No letters. No word. Just silence, stretching for years like a wound that refused to heal.And Alice, she realized, knew almost nothing about
Making Past Perfect Before They Were Grandfathers
When they arrived in California in the early 1960s, they didn’t just cross an ocean, they crossed into an entirely new version of themselves. The paperwork was processed slowly, over weeks, and interviews and translations and signatures that Ramon didn’t understand but trusted Simon to guide.On one particular form, Ramon was asked his family name again. The immigration officer, tired and thick-accented himself, looked up and said, “Do you want to keep the old spelling? We can Anglicize it.”Ramon blinked. “Anglicize?”“Make it easier for Americans to pronounce,” the officer said, already halfway through typing.Simon looked at his father. “We can change it, if you want.”Ramon glanced at Marisa, at his sons, at Leonora who nodded once. A future was waiting, and it needed a name.“Taylor,” Ramon said. “We’ll be the Taylor family now.”The officer nodded and finished typing.And just like that, it was done.Pedro, legally became Peter Taylor.The name felt strange at first, like a suit
Making Past Perfect Letters Across Time
In the days after the wedding, after the time slip and the letter from Tomas, Alice finally began to breathe again.For the first time in years, the world felt like it was shifting under her feet, not because she was time-traveling but because she was finally grounded.And somehow, as all the loose ends of their wild, overlapping journeys began to settle, her mind and heart came full circle, back to Johnson.They had known each other since childhood. They were both stubborn, fiercely competitive, and raised on discipline and quick reflexes.They trained martial arts side by side, trained under the same instructors, and earned their belts on the same mats. As teenagers, they sparred in tournaments and sometimes walked home with matching bruises and matching trophies.They had always been close, even before magic and time travel turned Alice’s world into something only he could understand. Johnson has loved her since their childhood when everyone else thought Alice was weird and anti-s
Making Past Perfect Back Where She Belongs
The sound of laughter faded like a dream.For a moment, everything was light... Leonora’s arms wrapped around her, Pedro’s promise still echoing in the night air, the scent of sampaguita filling her lungs. The glow of lanterns, the feel of bare earth beneath her heels, it was all there.And then, in the blink of an eye, it was gone.The lanterns became Edison bulbs. The laughter turned to modern chatter. The floral scent gave way to the sharp tang of city air and grilled skewers.Alice opened her eyes and blinked.She was back in Pasadena.Back in 2024.And... she was sitting on the same chair, beneath the same string of lights at Fernando and Odette’s wedding reception. Only seconds had passed for the people around her.Her champagne glass still sat on the table, full. Her plate of untouched food was still warm.The music continued playing, and no one seemed to have noticed her absence.No one except Johnson.He had turned just in time to see her blink strangely, her eyes suddenly gl
Making Past Perfect A Heart That Waits
The church bells were still echoing faintly through the trees as guests made their way from the small church in Tipas to the reception at Ramon's house. The modest home had been transformed into a wedding wonderland: the entire front yard covered with strings of capiz lanterns, white curtains billowing gently in the afternoon breeze, and long tables lined with woven banig runners, fresh flowers, and candleholders fashioned from hollowed coconut shells.Children dashed under the tables, roosters crowed from behind the bamboo fence, and neighbors arrived bearing food wrapped in banana leaves, bowls of ice, and stories to share.A bamboo arch wrapped with palm fronds and sampaguita marked the entrance. The smell of roasting pork, fresh lumpia, and sweet coconut drifted in the air like a call to gather.Alice stood off to the side for a moment, taking it all in. Time travel had never felt quite this… alive.“I forgot how vivid it all was,” she whispered to herself, hands clasped tightly i
Making Past Perfect Happily Married
Days passed quietly in Johnson and Alice’s lives but not in the household of the Sanchez family.Odette sat on the wooden bench just outside her parents’ house, twisting the edge of her skirt with trembling fingers. Fernando stood beside her, tall, tense, eyes darting between her and the half-opened door where angry voices spilled out.“I still can’t believe this,” her mother was saying, for what felt like the hundredth time. “You’re pregnant? And he’s a foreigner?”Odette winced.“He’s not just some foreigner, Mom,” she said loudly, trying to stay composed. “I love him.”“You barely know him,” her father thundered from inside. “And you expect us to just smile and clap while you get married to someone who can’t even tell where he came from?”Odette squeezed Fernando’s hand. “Just let me talk to them.”After a few more minutes of raised voices and family tension, her parents finally came outside—her mother pursing her lips tightly, her father eyeing Fernando like he was the cause of ev
Making Past Perfect Alice's Dreams
2024In the stillness of the night, Alice twisted under her sheets, a faint crease of worry etched between her brows. Her breath was uneven, caught somewhere between sleep and panic. The dream had returned—but this time, it was more vivid than ever.She was not in her room anymore. She was standing in a dimly lit alley that reeked of urine and old sweat. The air was heavy. Thick. The kind that clung to your skin and didn’t let go.And there was Leonora.Beautiful. Broken.She stood near the edge of the alley, barefoot, bruised, and trembling in a thin, torn dress. Her hair, once jet black and glossy, was now matted and dulled by grime and blood. Her eyes—those eyes Alice knew so well—were hollow. But they flickered, faintly, with something deep underneath: rage, shame, fear, and a sliver of hope that refused to die.Then Alice saw her.Corazon.Still alive.Still poisonous.She stood a few meters away, counting thick wads of pesos with one hand and holding a small ledger with the othe
Making Past Perfect The Suitor From Clark
Simon stood on the steps of the barracks, gripping the edge of the railing like it might steady his nerves. The sun was just breaking over the Clark Airfield compound, casting long shadows across the jeep parked near the mess hall. Nathan, wiping grease from his hands after an early inspection run, looked up with a furrowed brow.“You okay?” he asked. “You look like you just got drafted again.”Simon scratched the back of his head. “I need a favor.”Nathan narrowed his eyes. “Let me guess. It involves a girl.”Simon laughed nervously. “Yeah. Leonora.”“Figured. What is it?”“I want to go to Tipas. Not just to visit,” Simon said, standing straighter. “I want to meet her family. Do it the right way. Ask for their blessing.”Nathan raised his eyebrows. “So you’re going full ‘suitor from the provinces’ now?”Simon grinned. “Apparently there’s a whole tradition—harana, pamanhikan, everything. I’ve been reading, practicing my Tagalog... failing at it.”Nathan crossed his arms, smirking. “Yo
Making Past Perfect Call From The North
The early morning haze still lingered over the rice paddies when Pedro found Leonora barefoot in the field behind Ramon’s house, her hands cupped around a wounded kingfisher. Dew glistened on the leaves, catching the pale gold light of sunrise. Pedro watched as she whispered something under her breath. A soft glow flickered from her palms, and within seconds, the kingfisher’s wing straightened with a crack that sounded more like relief than pain.It chirped once, flapped its wings, and took off into the sky.“You could’ve told me you were leaving before dawn,” Pedro called out.Leonora glanced back with a faint smile. “You were still asleep. And you snore like a bull carabao.”Pedro scoffed, approaching with a lazy grin. “You’ve been hanging around Ramon too long. You’re starting to sound like family.”Leonora shrugged, brushing dirt from her skirt. “Maybe I am.”Their bond had shifted over the last few months—not romantic, not quite friendship either. Something rooted deeper. He was
