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Si Jose at ang Diwata ng Kalakhan
Nililimasan ni Jose ang tubig-baha sa silong na nangangapal na ang banlik. Araw-araw na niya iyong ritwal. Halata na nga ang guhit ng natuyong lumot sa dingding. Lagi namang may harang ang pintuan na kapirasong plywood para hindi makapasok ang mga kalat at...
Kung paano mabuhay, ayon sa Tamawo
Tao rin ang tamawo. O may tao na isa palang tamawo. Magkaiba sila. Kahit parehong tubig ang 65-75% ng kanilang taong-katawan. Maaaring ang isa, halimbawa ang tao, ang hindi marunong lumangoy, kahit pa pareho silang taga-isla. Higit dito, tao ang tao dahil may...
Spirit of the Dead
It always starts with a spell of fainting, followed, though not always, by a mini-seizure. Not a grand epileptic one—just enough to induce panic within the immediate circle, causing a commotion that ripples from that small space outward. A wave of concern out,...
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I met Iris about a year ago.
It had been a habit of mine to frequent a coffee shop a few blocks away from where I lived. I ordered the exact same kind of coffee and sat at the table near the counter; the...
The visitation
The first to visit her is the little boy with the butcher knife in his heart. There’s dried blood on the handle, and he looks like he’s going to topple over any minute from the weight of it. But he isn’t standing up....
The High Priestess
Diwa shuffles the deck of Tarot cards. They are a trifle too large for her hands and her fingers are spread uncomfortably, but she finds the card player’s method of shuffling the one that works best for her, even though she’s tried simply...
