Fiction

Madge used to make wishes on raindrops. Lev always said that you could see more raindrops on windows than stars in the night sky and while airplanes and city lights may try to trick you, raindrops were never anything except exactly what they...

Her: butterflies glimpses The butterflies came after the fortieth day. One after another, chasing in the wafts of air like hummingbirds, encircling me with play of dainty wings. At first, it seemed normal: end of summer- winds flavoring up from sweltering to chilly to...

Perhaps it was right to suppose that evil lurks everywhere. Likhâ’s own father believed this truism all of his young life. This, however, did not stop his bunsô for a daughter from going on a search when, without warning, José failed to come home...

  They can’t kill us. No. I won’t let them. Ever. Since the day I came to this world, I opened my eyes and was greeted by the infinite void. No light ever hit my waiting irises. Only pitch black darkness. Nothing. We live in the pipes....

It had been a hard death, that much was clear. The Pasig River had spit the girl out at the end of a long storm. The body had been found drifting with all the other trash people hoped the river could take away from...

From when she was a child, Marivic could see spirits. A hairy creature, half-man and half horse and smoking a cigar, occupied the balite tree by the gate of their residential compound. Low hillocks in the garden, said by the gardener to be ant...