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Short Stories / Fiction in English

Contemporary Philippine short stories in English, from flash fiction to longer stories, by Filipino writers from the Visayas, Mindanao and the diaspora.

Read more fiction in Filipino (maikling kuwento) and Binisaya (sugilanon), or other work in English: poetry, creative nonfiction and critical essays.

Every story appeared in one of our journal issues. Meet the writers in our contributors, or read the submission guidelines.

  • Taglunod, Tagsunog

    The First Arcology When they had begun building the arcology it didn’t have a name. Many had not heard the word before, did not know the origins, and…

  • The Ticket

    “Boys grow up to be men. And it’s men who cause all the trouble. They’re the ones who shed the blood and poison the earth.” – Stephen King, Sleeping…

  • Lamiraw

    Most people don’t know this. The only ones who do are seers, dreamwalkers and those born with the sight like me. Long ago before the age of Man,…

  • How Sitio San Roque Turned into a Garden

    Everything in the dilapidated houses has been sitting on the same place for many years that if one lifts an object, its shadow will refuse to leave the…

  • Ghosts

    Root crop, sugarcane, corn, and between these, giant weeds. It didn’t matter. They all speak, their susurrations a language the Maylupa do not understand. The Maylupa and their…

  • Echoes of Pasig

    Pasig River’s decline was said to be infamous. This was something else. Eunice had promised that the ferry would undercut traffic by hours. Orife believed her, unfamiliar as…

  • Rectokado

    Hermoso wakes up wishing he had a different life. He flirts with getting hair replacement therapy as he combs over his bald spot in the mirror. He is…

  • Amongst the Bissayans of Zvbv

    Sanctified, Caesarean, Catholic Majesty, the Emperor Don Phelippe, Our Lord King: May the grace, peace, and loving kindness of Our Lord Jesus Christ be with YourMajesty Don Phelippe,…

  • Geriatrics

    I was seventy-seven come August,  I shall shortly be losing my bloom;I’ve experienced zephyr and raw gust  And (symbolical) flood and simoom. When you come to this time of abatement,  To…