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The King who Had Nothing

“What makes a man a king?” A young pauper asked as he sat on his father’s lap. They sat meekly on the side of...

Celebrating Happy Half

I shy away from the crowd and try to make a run for it. Nobody’s going to bar me from going where I want to go, especially at this time of the century.

Bag-ong Yanggaw

Perhaps it was right to suppose that evil lurks everywhere. Likhâ’s own father believed this truism all of his young life. This, however, did not...

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...

People in the War

Our front door opened right into the sidewalk, and the street sloped down to a lily dappled river, in our house in the city. Across the river a soap opera was always taking place: A man with two wives lived in an unpainted...

Teddy

He was known in the social media world as Teddy Faux, and one wouldn’t mistake his appearance: a rounded face with squinted eyes and a huge grin every time he posted his vlogs on YouTube. Recent events uplifted his chest since his trusted patron...

Grandpa’s Secret

I used to think my Grandpa was 100 years old. I had every reason to—his hair was pure white, he walked with a cane, and he moved slowly. Sometimes his hands would shake as he gestured or when he would lift a cup of tea to his lips.

A Fight at the Reefs

Gigantes Island, central archipelago.  Summertime. Young Benjamin, on vacation with his kin, is standing by the seaside inhaling the crisp breeze of the easterlies, which blows continuously in the same pitch and speed. Light is breaking on the horizon and is strewn over...

Red Is the River that Runs

Blood has a peculiar, coppery taste in the mouth. Carmen smells it first, a familiar metallic tang from rusted iron reminiscent of white sartin cups in her youth. Hers had a special red lining, instead of the usual blue ones, a gift from...

The Fay of Glowing Lights

Vienna was twelve and she loved the night. Especially when there was a moon out, even if it was just a fingernail of it with just enough light to make the night Van Gogh-esque. A brighter one would have dimmed the light of the stars...

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