UNFILTERED+ · SCRIPTURES

The Unfiltered Scriptures

A Divine Text for the Modern Drama Watcher

The Book of FatePoetic Platitudes

1:31An unsigned letter,
A check inside the envelope,
The universal language of "leave my son alone."— Fate

1:32The sharp intake of breath,
A hand covering the gasp,
The sound of eavesdropping.— Fate

1:33The river flows on,
Carrying secrets and sorrows,
And the body of a character who was only pretending to be dead.— Fate

1:34A lone dandelion seed
Floats on the breeze,
A metaphor for the heroine's unbreakable spirit.— Fate

1:35The endless highway,
A dramatic U-turn,
Because his heart knew the way all along.— Fate

Poetic PlatitudesThe Book of Fate

1:36A closing elevator door,
The briefest moment of eye contact,
An entire chapter of unspoken feelings.— Fate

1:37The wind chimes sing,
A gentle, soothing sound,
That triggers a traumatic memory.— Fate

1:38A small, simple bandage
On a minor scratch.
It is a symbol of his undying devotion.— Fate

1:39The empty swing set
Creaks in the lonely park,
Waiting for a flashback.— Fate

1:40A roaring fire,
The hero and heroine huddle for warmth,
Because their hotel only had one room left.— Fate

Poetic Platitudes

The Book of Fate

Short dramatic poems and intentionally over-serious observations.

1:1Cherry blossoms fall,
A silent tear, a wrist is grabbed,
Ah, romance.

1:2The moon hangs so high,
He waits outside her poor home,
Rich parents despair.

1:3A sudden fever,
A bowl of porridge, badly made,
True love is born now.

1:4The full moon hangs bright,
Illuminating a fated kiss...
Or a convenient childhood memory.— Fate

1:5Steam rises from the tea,
Not unlike a mother-in-law’s temper,
Cooled only by a large check.— Fate

1:6See the falling rain?
It is not water, but the plot,
Washing away all logic for a dramatic confession.— Fate

1:7A single leaf falls.
Thus, the season changes—
And the story time-jumps five years forward.— Fate

1:8The stars in his eyes
Do not reflect destiny,
But the cold glare of his new sports car.— Fate

1:9Still water in the pond,
Deep and mysterious...
Like the secret birthright he doesn't know he has.— Fate

1:10The first snow of winter,
A promise of pure love,
And a convenient setting for a tragic backstory.— Fate

1:11An empty soju bottle,
Sits on the table at dawn;
A monument to a drunk confession.— Fate

1:12The wind blows his hair.
He turns in slow motion.
The camera loves his good side.— Fate

1:13A cherry blossom petal
Drifts onto her shoulder.
It means the second lead is about to appear.— Fate

1:14The silent hospital room,
A beeping machine,
And a perfectly timed moment of waking from a coma.— Fate

1:15A red string of fate,
Tied around two fingers,
And tangled in a love triangle.— Fate

1:16The vast ocean,
He stares at it with longing,
Thinking about his hostile corporate takeover.— Fate

1:17A flickering candle
In the lonely darkness.
The power is out, forcing the leads to talk.— Fate

1:18The white truck of doom
Waits at the crossroads,
Patiently.— Fate

1:19The lonely bus window,
A canvas for sad thoughts,
And a reflection of the passing scenery.— Fate

1:20A tall bamboo forest,
Perfect for a sword fight,
And a dramatic escape.— Fate

1:21The steam in the air,
A bowl of hot ramen,
A cure for sadness, and a great PPL shot.— Fate

1:22A wilting flower
In a forgotten vase,
Symbolizing the part of the story where they break up for no reason.— Fate

1:23The mountain peak,
So high and remote,
Is the best place to learn a secret martial art.— Fate

1:24A single umbrella,
Two people in the rain.
Proximity has never been so planned.— Fate

1:25The airport gate,
A portal to another world,
Where someone is always leaving forever until the last second.— Fate

1:26A flickering lantern
Floats into the night sky,
Carrying a wish for a happy ending in season two.— Fate

1:27The silence is broken,
Not by words,
But by the sound of his stomach growling.— Fate

1:28A faded photograph
Of two children playing.
Behold, the source of all plot.— Fate

1:29The palace wall is high,
But not too high
For a prince in disguise to climb over.— Fate

1:30The warmth of a back hug,
A silent confession
From a man who can afford words.— Fate