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Translated by Irish Ann. This short story was first posted in Filipino, thanks to Tambalan of Love Radio Manila. I could feel my hands trembling uncontrollably, a familiar reminder of old age. Still, I reached…
ReadI stared at the ceiling. Pitch black, there is no difference even with the water welling out of my eyes. Damn. Pull it together. This day started out just a regular Monday morning. A heavy egg and corned beef…
ReadI propped my canvas to the stand. The oil paint already in the palette, black and white to create the perfect shades and hues, some red, blue, and yellow. Today, I’ll be painting the couple giggling below the…
ReadI inched closer to the edge of the building. The polluted humid air swept across my face. I could hear the cars honking amid the heavy traffic. They looked so… small… minuscule from up here. I held my breath,…
ReadTwo servants who were employed a month ago were resting one time and shared each other’s experience. Servant 1: I don’t feel that the Master acknowledges me. I’ve tried doing the right things. I wake up early,…
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