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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

The Decision

Guido hands the large envelope to Bea. She accepts it with two hands, but he doesn’t let go of it, suddenly hesitant. She looks...

Familiar Encounter

FICTION — “Don’t be like Uncle Norm.” Those were my mother’s last words to me before I stepped foot inside the airport.

A child’s reality of Santa Claus

TO GO KILL SANTA CLAUS—Jason was saying, and I was listening intently—one has to shoot him down with the T-square of the Mechanical Engineers....

Reflections on the Void

I’ll begin with a crude reduction of La Bruyere’s opening paragraph from Les Characteres: Nothing here is meant to be the first of its...