Pista

Nagising ako sa pangangalabit ng aleng aking katabi. Iritable ko siyang nilingon upang alamin kung ano ang kanyang kailangan. Itinuro niya ang librong kanina ay hawak ko at binabasa. Nalaglag na pala ito sa sahig ng bus. Bahagya akong ngumiti bago yumuko para kunin ito. On the Road ni Jack Kerouac. Bakit ko nga ba … Continue reading Pista

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Red

At around 5:26 PM, the man’s body hit the granite stairs. Bald. Probably late fifties. Glasses. Neatly combed hair. Designer suit. Red trench coat. Lifeless. That’s what they gathered from the eyewitnesses and a girl who happened to be vlogging at the area. Imagine waving to your 10 subscribers then a man drops dead behind … Continue reading Red

How our Interview for Admission at the School of Mediocre Superheroes would be like

The interviewer, a beautiful female, sets aside our information sheet and gets her pen and notepad ready. "So Mark, tell me about that time you felt that you have a special ability." We look at her in our usual poker face. "About five years ago, we were leaving the office and we had to check if … Continue reading How our Interview for Admission at the School of Mediocre Superheroes would be like