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We all become stories
We all become stories when we die.
That’s what Lola Mimay would say each time I chance upon her by the sea. Her house used to stand there, but it was washed out when a big storm surge hit our city almost six years...
Aiza
I saw it with my own eyes. The baby was sucking milk from her mother’s corpse. That extremely hot noon was terrifying and I can never forget that, the same reason why I will never vote for any descendant of the dictator this...
Mother
I notice it now that the house is oddly quiet. Pop songs no longer beam inside my daughter’s room, and the living room is enveloped by silence instead of my son’s familiar basketball dribbles. I notice it now that there is nothing else...
Reincatnation
You might have guessed it by now. Yes, I am a tomcat.
I’m one of several varieties of strays. One of five kittens born near a drain pipe along CM Recto Avenue and Juan Luna. Only two of us survived the habagat, or monsoon...
The other side
Even from the corner of Mang Vicente's eye, the portal loomed over the main laboratory. He tried to focus on mopping up the spilled coffee on the floor before it spread to disturb any of the wiring that snaked about on the floor...
Tears of the shadow planet
Was it the embarrassing blunders she committed that made her unattractive to Tad? Was it her mysterious asthma attacks? What successful man would want a fiancee who'd, all of a sudden, flail her hands, fall, roll, and writhe on the street? Maybe his...
