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Here there be dragons

The body washed onto the shore, lying on the tholin beach like the remains of a large blue fish. The suit itself was wrapped in a blanket of haze as the frozen air surrounding it condensed immediately upon contact with the warm matter...

Blue-Black

Let me tell you a story. No, no, stay a while. The other men, these so-called sailors, they write me off as a blind, crazy old man too quickly. They would listen to what I had to say if they had any sense! A...

Numbers

She was not like the other little girls. She did not run or shout or jump or play. The world, to her, was too loud, too bright, too sharp. But the numbers, the numbers were always her friends. They danced before her eyes from...

Ficture

“ Do you agree with all the terms and conditions of “Ficture” technology?” “Yes.” ‘Are you sure, Sir?” “Yes” “Again, we will clarify this is just a beta-testing for this newly developed technology.” “I know.” “Your safety is not guaranteed on the duration…” “I get it. Alright. I read the...

The sorrows of Rowena

Those mah-jong nights. They had a lot of it during those times – Rowena, and her friends in the Village. Rowena enjoyed the games. Maybe because she needed the company of her dear neighbour-friends. Maybe she really enjoyed the games. She was born...

Eighteen months

Eighteen months ago, you sat outside the church's steps, dressed in your wedding gown. You were crying, jilted at the altar. I ran to you, put my arms around you and let you weep. I felt your pain. I cursed the man who hurt...

Random Pickings

Lighter

It was Kimmy’s last night at work. Before the shift ended, she grabbed a box in her locker where she kept all the lighters...

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...

The X-Ray Tech’s Love Story

We began speaking Filipino when we learned we were both from the Philippines. I had gone to him for x-rays ordered by my primary...

Household Melodies

A dragging sound of slippers, slow and heavy. It was my father’s footsteps, for he had never walked as if he were in a...