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Eight Legs Is All

It’s unfair. With small bodies, they move in all directions. Once a leg gets broken—which usually happens when they resist to be caught—they have seven more to spare. No difference. They still move like they used to. Kuya Ping is one of the tikri...

THE LADY OF SITIO KARIKTAN

It wasn’t an urban myth at all and Frank couldn’t believe that he was the one to tell the truth to the whole world.  He had come a long way. Atty. Frank gave up his life of fancy cars, designer shoes and million-dollar lawsuits...

Senior Momentous

What was I, a retired university professor with a doctorate degree in education from a so-called prestigious university, doing with a much sought-after missing piece of evidence of a crime (as I soon would learn what it was), be on the run—sort of—because...

The King who Had Nothing

“What makes a man a king?” A young pauper asked as he sat on his father’s lap. They sat meekly on the side of an alleyway near the town square, under the shadow of a hill where a majestic castle stood. Amidst the...

Wakwak

STATEMENT OF RICARDO ATIENZA, M.D IN THE MATTER OF: Events surrounding the shooting, and breaking and entering at the residence of Dr. Armando Y. Acosta, M.D and Kristina N. Dela Cruz, M.D (his wife) on April 26, 2015. HELD ON: April 27, 2015,Police District Station 9, Quirino 2-A,...

Confession

I felt that I had arrived so I pulled over to the side of the road. I had played this moment over and over in my head for such a long time and I couldn’t believe I was now actually here. The old...

Random Pickings

Over the Stilt Houses at the Fishery

“They’re still having a meeting. You can sit here,” a friendly woman offered me the plastic monoblock chair beside her. I couldn’t tell her age. Her voice sounded like she was in her early thirties, although her coarse skin and hunched posture told me otherwise. But I said friendly, because her eyes told me ‌she was smiling despite the face mask covering half her face. Also, she was the only one who greeted me and gave an explanation why even though the hallway was full of people waiting, no one was coming out of the office to talk to any of us.

The Cold War Aswang Incident

In the year 1950, my village knew little of the Cold War although its geopolitical tremors reached even our mountains. The Philippine national government,...

The Backroom Angels Bugaloo

No one, least of all her schoolmates at St. Celestina’s Academy, would have pictured Chona Laon Badoy as the Mayor of San Semilla in...

The Eyes that Follow

So this is how most women die, she learned, lying in pain on the floor of the main hallway at the governor’s palace. Forgotten. Her...