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Rush hour

Maga-alas dose na ng gabi nang ako’y makarating sa bahay. Gaya ng dating gawi, nakapatay na ang mga ilaw. Agad kong naamoy ang katol mula sa aming silid na laging sinisindihan ni misis bago kami matulog. Nakangiti akong pumasok, umaasang…

Not one of us

The professor’s ramblings of mathematical equations are getting more monotonous by the minute. From the corner of my eye, I can see two of my friends—Jamie, swaying her body as she struggled to keep her eyes open, with Betty, as…

Myriad cascade

Art by Chandler Belaro The night was cold and starless. Still, it was bright with just the city lights and the faint light of the moon. My bare feet touched the cold rail of the balcony. If people looked up…