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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

Crocodile Hunting

Author’s Introduction: Pateros River FestivalBalut or boiled duck eggs are a delicacy that many Filipinos love and are sold warm from the lined straw...

Something More

BY THIS TIME next year, Teresita could be elsewhere, unmindful of the biting cold. She could see herself walking along a cobblestone path strewn...

THE EXILE

It was Christmas break. Susie and I had all the time to do whatever we wanted to do. The one thing we had long wished for, since her uncle told us the man’s story, was to see the bearded exile who lived in the house across our homes. The front of the exile’s house faced our front door. Its back side faced Susie’s huge window in their house along the bay.

The Eyes that Follow

So this is how most women die, she learned, lying in pain on the floor of the main hallway at the governor’s palace. Forgotten. Her...