(Written by Faust Romanus) Prospero was flabbergasted upon the sudden arrival of his grandmother past midnight when the whole town was dark and lifeless. It was unusual for someone to suddenly arrive past midnight in their town because there was a city regulation to cut…
(Written by Leo Antazo) A man dies and was immediately sent to hell where the demon Beelzebub welcomes them in a waiting room much like that of a standard office. Soon, Etrigan the demon calls him. “Tis a pity to die so soon, Yet love…
We were supposed to do an errand, it turned into a date that turned into a promise. We headed to the park, it was almost Christmas. It was too cold but he had warm clothes and I stupidly left my jacket. We had pizza in…
(Written by Leo “PapaBear” Antazo) Jake’s heart was racing as he drove like a madman. He tried to bite back the tears but it was no use. He was practically sobbing as he nearly collided with a delivery truck on the highway. He didn’t care.…
That day, no one understood what happened. All of a sudden no one can’t connect to the World Wide Web. The disaster pulled everyone’s lives into a record-scratch stop. It was a Monday. All over the world, meetings were held, the experts were called, forced…
(Written by Leo “PapaBear” Antazo) The stab wound was deep as he inspected it under a dim streetlight, just overlooking the alley, three blocks from the hospital. “Fuck it” he thinks to himself. Good thing the assassin missed his liver. After dousing his wound with…
They both stepped inside the elevator when it stopped on the 18th floor. It smelled of sweat and that lingering smell of cumin in Mexican food. “What the…it smells like shit in here.” She said as she took her mirror out of her bag and…
“Honey, I’m home!” I called out into the darkness and turned on the lights to my apartment. I laughed at myself. I have always lived alone as long as I can remember. Even when I was in a relationship, I don’t let my boyfriends sleep…
The bakery near our house sold pandesal from 2AM to 2PM. The smell of freshly baked bread wafted through my bedroom window all the time. I think everything in my room smelled like pandesal, and quite honestly, I didn’t mind. I work the graveyard shift so…
“Are you an art student?” I asked him. He looked up and smiled at me. Charming, with his dark rimmed glasses and dimples. We were in the dark and dusty university library. He sat on the floor, Indian style, reading “The Letters of Vincent Van…