FICTION
Mumunting Alipato Ang Mga Bituin Sa Langit
Stefani J. Alvarez
Lulan kami sa isang dyip. Nakahiga sa upuan ang aking kapatid. Duguan.
Nang Walang Nakakarinig
George Deoso
Ang sabi mo noon, P’re, madali lang matutuhan ang C scale sa biyulin.
The Walker
Maria Amparo Warren
THE MEMORIES ARE clear, now, of my grandfather, from our time with him in the mountain house in Lalakay.
Tanikalang Bahaghari (Sipi mula sa Isang Nobela)
John Jack G. Wigley
Nobyembre, taong 2009. Lunes, unang araw ng klase. Hinahanap ni Wilfredo Sta. Cruz ang College of Liberal Arts building.
Malagim Ever ang Gabi
Paul Cyrian M. Baltazar
Malalim na ang gabi nang makarating si Charina sa paradahan ng mga motor sa bukana ng Road 48.
Ang 46 na Pinakaayaw na Buhay na Dinanas ni Shiela Ishmael
U Z. Eliserio
Lumaki sina Shiela at Rest sa isang sosyalistang utopia, kung saan wala silang pangangailangan na hindi napupunan, at maaari nilang habulin ang…
Summer at the Barrio
Jose P. Mojica
It was Holy Week and the sun was about to set when my parents and I arrived at the barrio.
The Walk Home
Tristan Joshua A. Acda
The houses along P. Guevara Street lay awash in the sunset’s pale orange glow, creeping over the treetops glistening with drops left…
Mercury Rising
Quintin Jose V. Pastrana
“Babe, my battery’s dying,” he said, as the bride and groom finished dinner and stood up.
Eventide
Quintin Jose V. Pastrana
The window let in some of that magic hour I’d grown accustomed to. “How was your day, my darling?”
Reenactment
Glenn Diaz
Like all media junkets, this one needed patience and inevitably birthed an existential crisis or two.
Rice Soldier
Rina Garcia Chua
A soldier never leaves his comrades behind. You, as their commander, must maneuver them to their barracks so that they can retreat…
Economies of Scale
Francis Paolo Quina
Henry was thinking about the way Julie looked last year when she sat across from him and told him it was over.
Better Than Sex
Maria L. M. Fres-Felix
I hate to repeat myself, but my sons are dead wrong. Alma is really good for me.
An Errand
Angelo R. Lacuesta
It was the sense of hearing that came to him first, bringing with it a low, insistent, a drone rising and dipping…
From Chapter 4 of White Lady/Black Christ: A novel-in-progress
Charlson Ong
Jose Catapang Crenshaw was born in Angeles City on April 2, 1970 according to the National Statistics Office.
Mga Alitaptap sa North Avenue
Rijel Reyes
Sinilip ko ang alitaptap sa pagitan ng mga palad.
Excerpt mula sa Diksyonaryo-Gabay sa mga Gawa ni Berry Manansala, mulang “Cabron, Ara” hanggang “Cultext”
Sa QUEZON CITY ng taong 2666, na pinasadahan ng Katipunan sa Ang Kaharian ng mga Engkantado, natagpuan ni KALI ESCRIBA ang isang…
Pag-ibig sa Panahon ng All-out War
Jack Alvarez
Bayot! Bayot! Bayot!” Naririnig kong panunukso sa akin ng mga kaklase.
Field Trip
Joselito D. Delos Reyes
Ngayon ang ikalawang araw ng paghahanap ni Jordan sa gintong bracelet.
Isang Maikling Kasaysayan Ng Mga Pagpaslang
TATLO NA ANG NAPAPATAY KO simula nang nahílig ako sa pagbabasa ng nobela.
Introduction
In one of the meetings held at the spacious conference room of the UST Center for Creative Writing and Literary Studies, one…
General Introduction
This year, the UST Center for Creative Writing and Literary Studies celebrates the fifth anniversary of its revival after a hiatus of…
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