Short Stories
Even if I don’t measure up to my literary idols Neil or John, it’s the heart that matters. Yeah, yeah. Haha.
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Between me and Him
“o ma’am, baka naman gusto nyong kumita buwan-buwan ng malaking halaga?” (continue reading)
“tagu-taguan, maliwanag ang buwan”
Being Socio-Political
He slides further down against the wall covered with grime, not minding that his expensive designer garb is now just a filthy rag. All the prestige just went down the drain. (Continue reading)
Fresh from a perfect vacation at one of the sparkling beaches of Thailand and a cultural soak at one of Asia’s best, you take the first step into reality. You’re back in Manila and, well, you miss fresh air already. The moment the monotonous voice over the PA announces that you have landed, you have switched on your cellphone and have found a hundred messages streaming in to your dismay. (Continue reading)
a foot puts out a cigarette butt on the asphalt sidewalk after it lights up another one. The young professional puts his lighted vice between his lips and takes out a menthol candy from his pocket. The wrapper is thrown also on the street, not far from the wasted butt. (continue reading)
i squinted at my surroundings; it’s been a while since i last took in all the changes that my beloved street have gone through. this is where i grew up. this is where my friend jo-anne and i used to play piko and chinese garter, and taguan with the other kids. this is where i learned to ride my bike— almost. (continue reading)
Love, anyone?
the tv fizzed and came to life. blurred images of girls with long hair and long legs filled the screen and made their statement that this is beautiful. I ignored them, quite content with my hair, and my legs, which have never failed me in the boys department so far. (continue reading)
The jerseys positioned themselves off one by one, on the floor. The shot clock is poised to tick away. Tip-off. (continue reading)
buses swept by in front of her, blurring the vision of the other side of the street in repeated episodes. she must cross the street; never mind that death dangled even in the cardboard signages on the vehicles.
That thing called Death
she wakes up. the sheets are all strewn about at the foot of the bed and she can feel beads of sweat starting to collect on her forehead. casually, as if she didn’t have a bad dream, she wipes the sweat off with a sleeve. (continue reading)
if I had a choice to do my life all over again, I’d go back to that afternoon when I sat at a jeepney stop watching the pedestrians and traffic pass by. You see, I wasn’t alone then. (continue reading)
lily found it quite comical to be sitting at a bus stop in a place she has yet to get acquainted with, adjusting the belt strap of her semi-heavy duffel bag. (continue reading)
“swish, swish” said the tree branches.
“dub-dub” said the little heart.
“good bye” said I.
“tomorrow i will see you again.”
Mga “What on earth was I thinking!?” shorts
Once upon a time, there was a kingdom called Flush
once upon a time, there was a kingdom called Flush. all its inhabitants like to flush the toilet that’s why there are monuments and public urinals found in every corner of the street. (continue reading)
Let’s get a little bit personal, shall we?
Premonition, part 1 (unfinished)
my name is raya, and this is the end of my life as I know it. (continue reading)
