The Pedestrian
Five. Four. Three. Two. One. The pedestrian light turned green exactly as I stepped onto the lane. The honks of cars during the afternoon rush were drowned out by the pop music playing through my headphones. My…
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Five. Four. Three. Two. One. The pedestrian light turned green exactly as I stepped onto the lane. The honks of cars during the afternoon rush were drowned out by the pop music playing through my headphones. My…
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ReadThe pursuer is coming — and fast. The young man’s instinct told him to run and hide — for his life. He had no idea how long he’d been running, but the pain in his legs gave him a clue. Even so, he had no other…
ReadTranslated 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…
ReadThe steam from the coffee mug slowly danced its way toward the ceiling until it eventually disappeared into thin air. I could smell the inviting aroma of the local brew. I took a few sips from the mug. My wife…
ReadI am voyaging towards the unknown. Slowly, I felt the paper against my hands as I crumpled it into a ball. Another one of those drafts written and yet remain unsent. The paper balled in my hands as I tried to…
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…
Read“What” and “If” are two words as non-threatening as words can be. But put them together side-by-side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life: What if? What if? What if? I don’t know how…
ReadSelection day. Today is my eighteenth birthday. And today, I have the right to choose my own Craft. It is the only day in my life when I may choose to become a farmer like my parents—or choose from the other…
ReadThe pot of boiling water shook on the brick stove. I was about to place the fresh deer meat my father had hunted from the forest when I heard the heavy galloping of horses. I removed the firewood and watched…
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…
ReadThe presentation has not yet started, the power point is still at the first slide showing the points of discussion during the meeting today. I don’t understand why we have this weekly event but I am the most…
ReadI embraced my backpack tightly, or should I say front pack? Rather than carrying the bag on my back, I placed it in front. A pair of pants, a shirt, and my resume – these were tightly stuffed inside. The bus…
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,…
ReadThat moment was something I would always treasure. “Do at least one good deed a day.”
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,…
ReadI can feel the soft bed. Eyes still closed, my hands searched for Farneg—but he was not on the bed. A sudden rush of emotions overcame me, thinking about what had happened the night before. Was it wrong? Should…
ReadThe child looked at me and cackled. I held her gently in my arms as I made funny faces at her. She was such a sweet angel—innocent… and she was mine. My blood, my eyes. It was early morning, and everyone was…
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