All Chapters of The Passion House: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The sun was shining brightly when a farmer was walking towards the market from his small farmland. With a vegetable-filled twine basket on his back, he trotted slowly on the mountainside with a rod on his right hand. The heat started to take its toll on his aged tanned skin as he felt the sweat on his forehead. It was already 9 in the morning. He needed to sell his harvest to the market or he won’t be able to eat for the day. His dirty clothes were freshly washed but looked worn due to constant wearing and the dirt from the street. Passing through his usual route, the dust brought by the passing vehicles made him sneeze. His old body began to tremble as he clumsily stepped on his holed worn white turned brown slippers, and broke it. He let out a sigh as he picked it up and started limping because he only had one slipper left, continued to his quest. Soon enough, he saw a river that triggered his thirst. Once he got to the riverbanks, he sat, cupped his hands, and took some water to

The smell of coffee wakes me up from my slumber. It was lingering inside my room, and as I slowly opens my eyes, the gentle sunlight from my room window greets me with a good morning. A month has passed since I have arrived here in my hometown. Nothing much has happened since.I snuggle inside my blankets as I try to observe my room. It definitely just looks like how it was before. It is full of vibrant pastel-colored things and walled in white. My bed frame is white and it has pastel pink blankets, light purple and blue pillows, some teddies on the wall, and a small library on the opposite wall. I also have a white study table beside my bed and the lamp usually serves as my light in the evening and that gives my room a cozy and subtle glow. In front of my study table lies a wide window where the morning light goes in and a white curtain. Behind it, is a view of my mother’s garden. My room is located on the 2nd floor of our house.After appreciating my room, I sit down

Never in my wildest dreams have I ever thought that I will be able to step foot inside a hotel this grand. The golden gates open their arms as our car drives towards the hotel entrance- welcoming us to a world of luxury and sophistication. The palm trees line up on the center island like royal guards who stand mightily awing its audience with its magnificent stance. Far ahead lies the Hotel in its full glamour. Although I’m at least a kilometer away from it, I can already see its brilliance. I can’t help but let my jaw drop as I try to intake its incomparable.   “Wow,” My mom and I can’t help but mutter.   My mom lowers the car’s stereo’s volume singing the Eagles’ biggest hits - her favorite- as we try to savor the moment of our entrance. Ca

I am unpacking my things inside my room when I hear a knock on the door. I look at my watch and notice that it is already 9:15 in the evening. The person knocking must be the staff that they have mentioned. I go to the door and looked at the peephole. Outside, I see four women. One of them wears the same outfit as the girl in the lobby while the other three behind hear are wearing white long sleeve collared polo, mid-thigh-length pencil skirts, black stockings, black leather shoes, and a shiny gold neckerchief. I open the door and they greet me while bowing, “Good Evening, Madame.”   I kinda get weirded out by the gesture.   “My name is Adel and I am here to deliver the ambrosia.” She tells me smiling.  

Wow. It has been a while since I laugh with a stranger. I gather my composure and sit properly facing the counter. Even if he is a fan, maybe I should still guard myself up. However, I am also quite surprised with myself because, for some reason, I feel quite safe. I honestly did not feel like I have been attacked. I look at this man standing. Maybe that is because we are in a dream and nothing he does can harm me in reality. Maybe I also feel quite comforted by the fact that he says that he is my fan like he is assuring me that he believes in me. That he trusts me that all of those false claims against me are not true. It’s like I automatically put my guards down. But I should still look out for myself.