Writing in short bites


The Eyes of Ouroboros

<> on April 23, 2013 in New York City.

The screens told so many stories. So many CCTV cameras accessing so many scenes in one moment:

-A man in a white robe walking down a hospital corridor.

-An intersection in Ayala Avenue, so many vehicles moving at quick stop-motion speeds.

-A pawn shop in Quiapo, its counters seemingly unmanned.

-A pretty young woman withdrawing from an ATM in Quezon City.

His eyes scanned the multitude of screens, his fingers constantly clicking through each camera connected to the network throughout Metro Manila. Read the rest of this page »


Creepy stories

I’m sure you’ve heard of that story. You’ve heard it all before— or something like it.

It starts with a campfire at night, or a flashlight before a face during a sleepover. Everyone’s still wide awake, and they’re listening to the stories. The scary ones, of course! Nice and juicy, guaranteed to send a light thrill through the back of your neck.

What if I were to tell you that there are certain stories— the scary ones, the ones that make you afraid of the dark— that you should really be afraid of? What if there are horror stories that are… alive, if you could call it that… and that are feeding on the fear generated in each retelling of their tale? Read the rest of this page »

The Social Civil War


The past was dead, the future was unimaginable. — George Orwell, 1984

From Wikipedia:
There are many local historians who have their theories on when or why the Social Civil War broke out from within the sprawling mix of towering business-commercial districts and urban decay that was the megalopolis of Metro Manila in 2035.

However, the Social Civil War started seven years before the actual conflict with a crowd-sourced civil disobedience movement created by a hacker group called Incognito Army, whose roots can be traced to the early 2000 Anonymous and Occupy groups. With the help of the outlaw Ululz Network and young enthusiastic recruits dubbed ‘trolls’, they spread throughout the interconnected cities of the Philippine capital.

President Dante Marcos IV’s so-called Civic Republic — which supposedly cited as influence the 1970s’ Bagong Lipunan — answered these acts of civil disobedience with the Youth Patrol Act of 2032, also known as the Pinoy Big Brother Law …

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The Last Stand of Geronimo Yap

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There’s a point when you know you’re fucked up totally and incredibly. The security guard Geronimo Yap knew he had reached that point when he found his partner Elijah Macasaet stripped flesh-to-bone in twenty seconds flat. Unfortunately, Elijah was holding the remote detonator at that time.

“Shit,” Geronimo muttered and started running, leaving the now-useless C4 explosives. The hundreds of tyanaks, all baby-small, fish-white skin and red eyes, followed after him. “Shitshitshitshit!”

He exited the pharmaceutical factory and slammed the security door shut. Good thing the door swung inward; the metal door bulged outward as the army of tiny monsters crashed against it. He heard a multitude of frustrated screeching behind the door. Thank God they didn’t know how to use doorknobs. Read the rest of this page »



“Please, is anybody out there? This is Radyo Pilipinas, calling for help to anyone who will listen.

“My name is Doctor Emilio Agcaoili. I am broadcasting on this radio frequency but I cannot stay here for long as I am always being jammed. I hope to get this message out while I still can.

“There are still survivors here. I repeat, there are still survivors in Metro Manila. We need your help in evacuating us. Please respond.

“The quarantine being imposed on the Philippines by the international coalition of governments is a tragedy on a genocidal scale. Do not believe everything that is being broadcast by the international media or on the Internet. Read the rest of this page »

Losing Sarah


“Are you still wearing that?” his sister-in-law asked him as she drove them to Megamall through the torrential rain.

Carlo looked at the small black pin on his chest, stark and bright on his faded orange jacket. He shrugged. “I keep forgetting to remove it.”

Erika only looked at him for a while before her 9-nine year old son, Jasper, clamored for her attention. Carlo looked outside the car window where the streets were being swept clean by the typhoon rain.

He didn’t feel like accompanying Erika and Jasper to the mall and its crowd. But his sister-in-law had asked for his help, saying that she needed someone to watch over Jasper while she ran her errands. Carlo had acceded to her request, feeling that he had been neglecting his nephew for some time. And besides, he liked Jasper. Read the rest of this page »

Tooth and Nail


(First posted here. It didn’t win but it was still fun enough to write and now I have a kernel of an idea for the start of my alternate history stories.)

Dictator Ferdinand Marcos was a crazy bastard and he lied to us.

For example, Martial Law? He had his reasons for it, the primary one being to kill all monsters. Big-assed, flying, digging, crawling, teeth and claws, bloodthirsty monsters. They came out of the woodwork and it took all Marcos and the government to put them down without panicking the public in the ‘70s.

Of course this took a toll on Marcos’ New Society with accusations of corruption and killings. Marcos couldn’t reveal they were actually fighting a war of shadows at that time and this would later cost him when the military took the side of civil society in Edsa ’86.

Truth is stranger than fiction. Take for example Jabidah Massacre. Remember that? Where more than a hundred Moro soldiers and officers were recruited and trained to invade Sabah? And when the operation was aborted, it was said the soldiers were summarily executed by the military?

Well, there’s a shadow story behind that one. Read the rest of this page »