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A happy ending

  First, you think of summer, not the sweet one with the sun slanting towards the curtains in graceful breathlessness and fullness as if someone had breathed air into the wombs of the fabric. Instead, you think of the scorching one in which, on...

The living and the dead

By Rouina Figueroa “Monkeys aren’t supposed to be tied up like that. Just imagine if it were you, dangling around that post all day! They should be left in the wild!” Abner exclaimed as he stared at the small, shrieking monkey chained to a...

The Woman in The Woods

by Paul Cyrian Baltazar I saw her in the woods earlier. I hid, speaking to her from behind a tree. My voice had already changed by then. She did not recognize me; thank God. Poor thing. So innocent. So dumb. Now, as I stand in...

Little star

by Cesar Miguel G. Escaño This is the story of our Mother Sun who sings to the planet Earth and whose light keeps us alive. When the sun was young, you knew her as Twinkle. When she became our star, we know her as...

The girls I’ve loved

Mariana They say you never forget your first, and I guess that’s true, but it may just be that Mariana, by nature of being Mariana, was unforgettable. “I think it’s cute how curious you are about it all, Demi,” she laughed. “I just think it’s cool...

Soup

This is always the tricky part, when making soup- too much and it'll overpower the broth, too little and it won't work. Careful now, a little more... perfect. I've done this lots of times, but it never gets any easier, because it has...

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The Choice

This is a story about a story. It was told to me in a whisper by a friend who was once part of the story. He is older now, and his face is lined with all sorts of discoveries and disappointments. His hair has turned grey and now, he spends most of his time shaking his head while reading a book or mumbling to himself or both. This story he cannot remember anymore or even that, once, he was part of it himself.

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...

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...

El Santo Niño

The old woman walked slowly on the wide wooden plank, careful not to fall into the murky waters. The air around her smelled putrid,...