Fiction

Barangay Captain Osorio finds himself caught on the horns of a dilemma.He has an angry mob outside, ready to tear the suspect to shreds, and he’s afraid of having blood on his hands. On the other hand, every minute he spends stewing in...

Night 0 I am left the only occupant for the whole third floor. Out of the cramped six units, everybody just seem to have slowly left: the med students in 302 for internship, the nosy single mother at 304 who was reunited by their...

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 experience he’d regard as religious, almost sacred. There was the sound of the water creating violence against the sharp...

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...

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...

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...