Naomi S. Inting is from Quezon City, Metro Manila who loves to read stories about fantasy, mystery, and comedy. At 9 years old, she’s lived with four cats throughout her life: Boxer, Liger, Duday, and Shiro. She likes cats because they are cute and furry, and can jump really high. While she’s never lived with a dog, she likes chihuahuas because they’re small, loud, and have dark beady eyes. In her spare time, she enjoys playing piano, reading, drawing, watching anime, and practicing karate. She dreams of being a zookeeper who helps with restoring endangered species and reintroducing them into the wild. “No More CATS!” is her first published story. 

by Naomi S. Inting

Flufy the dog hated cats. 

He hated cats more than anything. More than the fact that his poop was always super hard. More than the fact that ALL his teachers were strict. More than his annoying sister. There was no doubt about it. He HATED cats. 

He hated cats because his mean neighbor was a cat named Scruffy. He was a tabby cat and he loved to challenge Flufy to jumping contests in which Scruffy always won. And then sometimes he would call Flufy mean things like “Stinky” just to make him angry.

The Chinese character fu (福) in the shape of the upcoming Year of the Snake, and which means “good fortune”.

Each New Year–no matter if it’s the Lunar or the Gregorian calendar–people look forward to a “new” start, a time for resolutions for the better even if, in fact, this so-called beginning is just a man-made construct, and nothing is stopping anyone from starting anew at any time. In facing this new beginning, I find it amusing the way we all consult our astrological signs–Eastern, Western, again it doesn’t matter–for what is to come, whether our fortunes are good or not, and what we should do to come out “okay” at the end of the year. 

Victor Fernando R. Ocampo is the author of the International Rubery Book Award shortlisted The Infinite Library and Other Stories (Math Paper Press, 2017 ; US edition: Gaudy Boy, 2021) and Here be Dragons (Canvas Press, 2015), which won the Romeo Forbes Children’s Story Award in 2012. His play-by-email interactive fiction piece “The Book of Red Shadows” debuted at the Singapore Writers Festival in 2020. 

His writing has appeared in many publications including Apex Magazine, Daily Science Fiction, Future Fiction, Likhaan Journal, Strange Horizons, Philippines Graphic, Science Fiction World and The Quarterly Literature Review of Singapore, as well as anthologies like The Best New Singapore Short Stories, Fish Eats Lion: New Singaporean Speculative Fiction, LONTAR: The Journal of Southeast Asian Speculative Fiction, the Philippine Speculative Fiction series and Mapping New Stars: A Sourcebook on Philippine Speculative Fiction.

He is a fellow at the Milford Science Fiction Writers’ Conference (UK) and the Cinemalaya Ricky Lee Film Scriptwriting Workshop, as well as a Jalan Besar writer-in-residence at Sing Lit Station (2020/2021).

You can Visit his blog at vrocampo.com or follow him on your socials at https://beacons.ai/vrocampo 

by Victor Fernando R. Ocampo

Opathan | Danghus | Thursday

It was a gentle late-afternoon, pink and gold like a burden of beach roses. Tala was helping her grandfather harvest sweet potatoes with their small pod of harvester baskets. A carillon of bells pealed somewhere in the distance. The seven-year old quickly squatted down, excited and wide-eyed, as a swarm of floating air jellies suddenly streamed overhead, their amorphous, opalescent bodies twinkling like stars. Just seeing them made her heart sing with joy at the sheer awesomeness and wonder of existence. 

Her grandfather’s loud chuckle broke her reverie. “They descend from the ocean every night,” he teased, “yet every time it’s like you’ve never seen them before.”

“Lolo,” she asked, mildly irritated at her elderly companion, but still careful to use the ancient Filipino honorific for grandfather, “have you ever seen the ocean?”

“One day soon I will, my child,” he whispered, his voice hoarse as an old rocket engine, as the two of them filled a floating basket with the fattest, most purple sweet potatoes. “Any time now I will have to return to her, to Mother Ocean.”