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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...

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...

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...

Unit 302

Night 0 I am left the only occupant for the whole third floor. Out of the cramped six units, everybody just seem to have slowly...

Wakwak

STATEMENT OF RICARDO ATIENZA, M.D IN THE MATTER OF: Events surrounding the shooting, and breaking and entering at the residence of Dr. Armando Y. Acosta, M.D and Kristina N. Dela Cruz, M.D (his wife) on April 26, 2015. HELD ON: April 27, 2015,Police District Station 9, Quirino 2-A,...

Confession

I felt that I had arrived so I pulled over to the side of the road. I had played this moment over and over in my head for such a long time and I couldn’t believe I was now actually here. The old...

QUARAN10

It was on the fifth day that Cal saw her. Sunbathing in a red and white trim bikini on the building across the street, looking like a raptor on downtime. He remembered it was the fifth day of the quarantine because on the first...

Manananggal

Manananggal /ma·na·nang·gál/ n  1 a creature, usually female, who is human by day. At night, she separates into two at the waist, growing batlike wings and fangs. If you see her, don’t be scared, my great-grandmother said. I had just gotten my menses and was...

Sludge

Melanie thought she should walk. She didn’t want Mrs. Guzman to see her in a tricycle. It embarrassed her. On FB Messenger, Mrs. Guzman asked if she was coming by car. Of cour,se she didn’t have a car. Why would Mrs. Guzman think...

SAN RUFO

Historical Fiction (based on true events in 1845) POURING river water over his head, Jamil allowed the cool water to flow over his sunburned, half-naked body, now glistening like a bronze statue under the early morning sun. Pulling a dark red turban drying from...

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