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…
Ever since I embraced my natural curly hair, it had been heaven and hell. I have spent so much money on conditioners and hundreds of hours inside the bathroom. While the boyfriend falls in love with my locks everyday, I have to keep reminding him…
(Written by Leo “Papa Bear” Antazo) Karel feels his back spasm as he is once again tackled after a four-yard run into the Hurricanes’ red zone. He is helped up by two of his teammates who pat him on his helmet. “Good run!” Czar says…
(Written by Leo “Papa Bear” Antazo) He’s running. Running as fast as his feet could carry him. He’s made a choice. A choice free of guilt and illusions. Free of turmoil and darkened eye bags. Free of anger and the circular motion of bickering over…
(Written by Leo “Papa Bear” Antazo) He’s big. I think to myself. 5’11” and probably around 210 lbs. I walk up to him, the grass soft beneath my white rubber shoes. I ask him to lower his head as I’m only 5 feet tall and…
Lucifer enters Heaven one day to have a casual conversation with God. He does this every now and then to escape the humdrum landscape in Hell. “Hey G!” Lucifer sits on the grass, softest grass he has ever sat on, watching God sculpt something on…
(Written by Leo “Papa Bear” Antazo) I’m glad it’s raining. I’ve always enjoyed taking baths in the rain while running up and down the streets of our old house. I was ten years old and my mum would be yelling, telling me to get inside.…