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Worth It

Worth It

(Written by Leo “Papa Bear” Antazo) “The hell?” Brian said to himself as he noticed three new cuts on his face and several more on his hands. Did I cut myself shaving the other day? He put these thoughts aside as the cuts weren’t even…

Adobo

Adobo

(Written by Leo “Papa Bear” Antazo) “I’m famished.” Jason thought to himself as he got off the jeep and started to walk home.  All day, he has been thinking about the adobo his grandmother said she would prepare for him.  He can almost smell the…

Afraid of the Dark

Afraid of the Dark

(Written by Leo “Papa Bear” Antazo) “I’m afraid of the dark” Anne said to Tom as he was leading her into an alley just behind the bar where they met.  “You don’t have to worry. It won’t take long” Tom said as he grasped Anne’s…

Realization

Realization

(Written by Leo “Papa Bear” Antazo) My head hurts. I can feel my temples throbbing like a jackhammer going through concrete. I can feel it blasting into my ears and even into my mouth. Try as I might,  I cant even get my hands to…

See You When I See You

See You When I See You

I met him around 30 years ago. He was on the same bench where I was sitting, reading “The Catcher in the Rye” and eating a sandwich. I was crying because my favorite aunt died that morning. He handed me his handkerchief and half of…

The Taxi Driver

The Taxi Driver

“Sir, I have been waiting for 15 minutes. I am very late. I am sorry but I will report this. If Grab wasn’t so damn expensive, I would have gotten one instead. ” I blurted out as soon as I got inside the taxi. I…

Going Up?

Going Up?

HER Every day, for the last two years, we would go up to the same floor in the same office building. I would see him walk through the glass doors walking with so much manly confidence, that I think he stole from the rest of…

Those Little Things

Those Little Things

I sit staring at this raw lilac beauty , delighted at how it was juxtaposed among dead twigs and other unnamed wild plants, yet remaining resplendent even under the twilight streaks. Little things you won’t really notice. “What are you looking at? “, he asks,…

The Reunion

The Reunion

(Written by Ran Manansala) She left the airport to dine in the nearest café. Her fingers tapped the wooden top rhythmically, pout lips humming a tune. She could not help but reminisce. The smell of his aftershave lingered in her thoughts. The anticipation rose every…

Here Comes The…

Here Comes The…

(Written by Ran Manansala) Things you love dearly can kill you. The dull bell rang. I had to work. I was to attend a wedding today. How peculiar. I’ve never collected during one. Though I wanted to change for the occasion, it didn’t matter. No…