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The Empty Northern Hemisphere

OOnce upon a time in the early history of the Earth, the planet was almost completely covered by water. Jutting out from the blue on the northern hemisphere like birthmarks on an otherwise flawless skin were two small islands that, together, added up...

Superstar

He stood there majestically unmoving, his long white hair waving slowly in the dimness, covering his forehead, his beard waving in ripples. He was wrapped in long, flowing, almost diaphanous robes, his arms covered by the robes as they stayed firmly crossed on...

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 a piece of the night sky, twinkling in place.  Stare long enough, and constellations start to appear.  Here, a...

The evolution of Jane Doe

30 December 3038 HIGHLY-CLASSIFIED INFORMATION ITP-CID REPORT: TRINOMA FINDINGS During a recent demolition conducted by the Federation government of the abandoned Trinoma, a body was excavated at the site.         The remains, purportedly female, still intact and with hardly any signs of decomposition, was immediately shipped to...

Father is the Blood, Mother is the Wine

On the long, stifling nights when her father was out in the mines and her mother was defeated by sleep, the young Tagalog girl would feel her way towards a corner of their hut where a big storage basket was kept. When she...

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...

Madonna of endless linen

Our lady of one day at a time Our lady of veils allowed to droop Our lady of the thrice-revised corner Madonna of postponement Madonna of a thumb...

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...

Over the Stilt Houses at the Fishery

“They’re still having a meeting. You can sit here,” a friendly woman offered me the plastic monoblock chair beside her. I couldn’t tell her age. Her voice sounded like she was in her early thirties, although her coarse skin and hunched posture told me otherwise. But I said friendly, because her eyes told me ‌she was smiling despite the face mask covering half her face. Also, she was the only one who greeted me and gave an explanation why even though the hallway was full of people waiting, no one was coming out of the office to talk to any of us.