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Lights of different colours

Christy dabs her eyes to dry her tears with the flannelette sheet as she pulls it up to her neck, tucking herself in tightly against the creeping chill of Hong Kong’s winter. From her space under the laundry bench, between the washing machine...

Live to leave, leave to live

“You don’t need time?” He repeated looking straight at the lady’s eyes. “I am already decided, sir” she responded without even thinking for a second. “I can give you a week to decide, you know” he said as he searched for the calendar app of...

Cyn’s Dream

The Fēilǜbīn was among the 12 Inner Colonies that adopted the Treaty on the Prohibition of Human Transplantation and Reconfiguration, affirming its stand to eliminate practices that involves altering and transferring human memories. “We can only go so far as a race—this is where...

Time for Rest

Hi, Edson! Sorry for the late reply. I only just saw your message. I accept your challenge! Your request for a ghost story to share with our friends is apt and timely, it being near Halloween and all, but I’ll go you one...

Silang

A contingent of armed men escorts her back to her cell. She is tightly bound, reeking of gunpowder and death, her bloodied limbs protesting with each step. A part of her wants to be angry. She must be angry, after suffering heavy losses...

Giving Lives

Josefina found the kitten under one of the rose bushes one Sunday morning, cowering from the black Labrador that belonged to their next door neighbor, Mr. Yu. The dog growled and pawed furiously at the roses to get to the kitten, who could...

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Bangketa’t Balkonahe

Pagkatapos bulatlatin ang pitaka sa ilalim ng liwanag ng poste sa tapat ng apartment, isinukbit ni Ruben Meneses sa magkabilang balikat ang kaniyang lumang...

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...

Ceferina in Apartment 2G

When she looks out the window from the second-floor apartment she is in, it strikes her that the blueness of the late afternoon sky over Los Angeles does not have the same familiar aquamarine comfort of home. How can the sky be so different here? And yet here it is: there is a cobalt deepness to the blue that makes it feel like a gigantic void closing in, and when she thinks about it deeply, she finds herself shivering a little.

Pressure & release

Red eyes blink at you from across the blacktop of the highway.  The tail lights sit still for the most part.  Each pair claims...