Category: Short Story

  • Norah Jones*

    It was his girlfriend who introduced him to Norah Jones. The year was 2002 and they both were working for a BPO company. “Listen to this,” his girlfriend said to him one day, and she inserted a cassette tape into the player of his car. They had just finished their shifts and were on their…

  • Dear Miss Jones*

    Dear Miss Jones, I am writing you this letter to assure you that there is absolutely nothing in this house you should fear. Please allow me to explain: 1. I did not topple that porcelain vase in the foyer that evening. You forgot to close the window before you went up to bed and, consequently,…

  • The Girl in the Pool

    Once upon a time, there was a boy in a swimming pool. The boy was with his mother. The pool was shallow but the boy couldn’t swim, so his mother accompanied him. It was night time. There was a girl swimming in the other pool, the one next to the shallow pool. She was wearing…

  • The Library

    It was dark inside the public library. The floor boards creaked as Chelsea walked from shelf to shelf. Finally, she stopped before the “Literature” section. She squinted her eyes so she could read the titles more clearly (she lost her first pair of glasses in an Uber car back in Cebu, her second pair at the ship…

  • Letter From a Ghost

    Dear Miss Jones, I am writing you this letter because, well, recent events compel me to do so. Let me begin with a few clarifications, in order to assuage your fears: I did not topple that vase in the foyer that evening. The wind knocked it down for you forgot to close the window before…

  • Likes

    Marc was pretty sure that Hannah did not like him at all because she rarely ever liked any of his posts on Facebook. So when they saw each other at the cafeteria, he was totally relaxed. He didn’t have to pretend to be the kind of guy a girl like Hannah might like. He was…

  • The Existentialist Gym

    They call this the existentialist gym for a reason: every single person who ever became a member here sooner or later converted to existentialism. I should know. I’ve been manning the registration area for several years now. Upon signing the membership form, the clients always wondered out loud, “What the hell’s a ‘worldview’?” And I…

  • Awesome

    “Yeah. She was awesome. I mean, you should’ve seen her. If you were there last night, you would’ve seen how awesome she was. I mean, man. What an awesome mind she has. The girl’s got brains, unlike the other girls I’ve dated in the past. She is something else, man, and by that I mean…

  • The Little Boy and the Unreasonable Princess

    My son loves stories. He sometimes asks me to tell him stories. Oftentimes, we do it at night while the four of us — me, him, my wife, and our little daughter — are all lying down on the bed, ready for sleep; or we do it while I’m driving. So these are all impromptu stories —…

  • Valentine’s Day

    “I don’t know much about love,” his friend said, pressing the elevator button. “But this I know for sure: a girl either likes you or doesn’t like you. That’s the bottom line. No amount of poetry can move the heart and mind of a girl who, to begin with, is not attracted to you.” The…