Fiction

PASKANG paita kining kahimtang namo dinhi sa Trinidad. Upat ka bulan na me sa barko, nag-antos diri sa dagat Pacifico. Paskang lapara, paskang layu-a jud. Walay kaon. Walay tubig. Daghan nakasakit, nangamatay. Animal jud ni si Ferdinand Magellan. I don’t know how we lasted...

The black piglet trotted along the edge of the backyard with his nose down sensing the soil following the scent of urine and chicken dung scattered on his property. Its black stiff hairs are greasy, its back arched and its small belly almost...

Muriela stopped at a cliff as she watched the calm sea turn to purple. It was violet as the blanket on her late aunt’s flower-ringed body amidst the scents of candles, cheap coffee, and decaying rose wreaths, a sight and smell Muriela went...

It’s unfair. With small bodies, they move in all directions. Once a leg gets broken—which usually happens when they resist to be caught—they have seven more to spare. No difference. They still move like they used to. Kuya Ping is one of the tikri...

It wasn’t an urban myth at all and Frank couldn’t believe that he was the one to tell the truth to the whole world.  He had come a long way. Atty. Frank gave up his life of fancy cars, designer shoes and million-dollar lawsuits...

What was I, a retired university professor with a doctorate degree in education from a so-called prestigious university, doing with a much sought-after missing piece of evidence of a crime (as I soon would learn what it was), be on the run—sort of—because...