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QUARAN10

It was on the fifth day that Cal saw her. Sunbathing in a red and white trim bikini on the building across the street, looking like a raptor on downtime. He remembered it was the fifth day of the quarantine because on the first...

Manananggal

Manananggal /ma·na·nang·gál/ n  1 a creature, usually female, who is human by day. At night, she separates into two at the waist, growing batlike wings and fangs. If you see her, don’t be scared, my great-grandmother said. I had just gotten my menses and was...

Sludge

Melanie thought she should walk. She didn’t want Mrs. Guzman to see her in a tricycle. It embarrassed her. On FB Messenger, Mrs. Guzman asked if she was coming by car. Of cour,se she didn’t have a car. Why would Mrs. Guzman think...

SAN RUFO

Historical Fiction (based on true events in 1845) POURING river water over his head, Jamil allowed the cool water to flow over his sunburned, half-naked body, now glistening like a bronze statue under the early morning sun. Pulling a dark red turban drying from...

Super Blue Blood Moon

12/30/1982 The moon looked unusually large and orange the night Karla was born, but Conch, her mother, didn’t notice. It’s hard to notice the moon when you were yourself a moon, with a whole other lifeform growing and moving the organs inside of you....

Horror Vacui

Joshua looked up at his grandmother’s house. It had been years since he last visited; more than a decade since his family had migrated and his summer visits had stopped. The house looked very different from the last time he was there, so much...

Random Pickings

Memories of the moving finger

I don’t know but I am almost running. My feet seem to drag me, unaware of the puddles scattered here and there like rivulets...

The errand

The kid walked opposite the direction of the waves. At dusk, the wind crashed the trees and the squat houses by the beach—an olfactory...

Grandpa’s Secret

I used to think my Grandpa was 100 years old. I had every reason to—his hair was pure white, he walked with a cane, and he moved slowly. Sometimes his hands would shake as he gestured or when he would lift a cup of tea to his lips.

Threads of Courage

The night the war reached Cebu, Maria woke to the sound of distant explosions. It was April 1942 and she had just turned fourteen...