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Chrysalis
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...
Bag-ong Yanggaw
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...
The pipes
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....
The girl in the river
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...
The yule tree
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...
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. Santa Claus—Jason continued—to both children and adults is the perennial inhabitants of the world of the World of Christmas....
