by Yeyet Soriano

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She has forgotten what she had needed to do. 

She is standing on the top of the stairs connecting the first and second floors of their house. Was she coming down or had she just reached the top? She isn’t sure. Her mind is foggy with sleep. 

She looks down and she is wearing a full pajama set in black with white trim and her gray fluffy bedroom slippers. Strange, she never wears her bedroom slippers outside the bedroom. Is she dreaming? She suddenly becomes aware of her throat feeling parched and slightly irritated. 

Ah, that’s it. She must have been on her way down to drink a glass of water. 

She descends from the stairs slowly. Patches of moonlight stream through the big window in the living room, so it isn’t completely dark. She enters the kitchen and pours herself a cold glass of water from the refrigerator. As she drinks, bits and pieces of the nightmare that must have woken her come flooding back.

Help me!

A young girl’s voice, but sounding muffled and far away.

Ysabelle C. Bartolome teaches at the University of the Philippines Diliman. She likes reading women in translation and manga. 

by Ysabelle C. Bartolome

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Before Purok Laon became a village of rumor and urban legend in the City of Molina––it was like any other purok in its  barangay. Houses of varying lengths and heights were stacked haphazardly next to each other, as in  a child’s drawing. From the sky, Purok Laon looks like a web of concrete houses and rusting roofs enveloping a faint greenish rectangle–the basketball court at its center. 

The basketball court, as  in any other purok in the barangay, is a multipurpose hall, housing the occasional village meeting, fiesta celebration, community basketball league, even the daily morning aerobics session. There is a concrete stage with wood flooring on its north side for events and festivities. Behind the stage, a mid-sized katmon tree grows, giving shade to a group of mothers gossiping about the people in the purok and  from nearby places. The tree and the stage give them a sense of privacy that is not available elsewhere in their community.

Today, a day like any other, the wives of the purok gossip about the demolitions being conducted  nearby. 

Michellan Sarile-Alagao is an editor, educator, writer, wife, and mother. Her work has been published in various print and online anthologies and magazines, and she has written several children’s books that focus on mental health and children’s rights. She was a poetry fellow at the international Roots. Wounds. Words Annual Writers’ Retreat for BIPOC writers in 2023, the 45^th Silliman University National Writers Workshop, and the 6^th IYAS La Salle National Writers Workshop. She has a BSc. in Criminology and Psychology from the London Metropolitan University and an MFA in Creative Writing from DLSU-Manila. She is a Board Member for the Christian Writers Fellowship and one of the founding members of the Philippine Speculative Fiction Society. She is a program director at Abot Tala, a self-directed learning community. You can find her on Facebook and Instagram @michalagao.

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Part 1 can be found here. Part 2 can be found here.

Panelists: Vida Cruz-Borja, Gabi Francisco, Carljoe Javier; Moderator: Kenneth Yu

Kyu: Let’s talk about works done with AI versus works done purely from human creation. What about hybrids? In other words, where does tech come in in the creative process of storytelling in a positive way? Research, perhaps? 

Gabi: In a gathering of book club representatives and readers, when asked at what stage of the storytelling process we would be OK with AI being used, a few said they were open to it being used at the editing stage. But overwhelmingly (myself included), the reaction was negative: “Heck No!” to AI being used, from start to end (even research done through AI is prone to error / hallucinations). 

If we look at a book purely as a product, why should I part with my hard earned money if very little effort was put into its creation, if it’s something I can do myself with a few taps of the keyboard?

(And also, if you need AI to check your grammar, then maybe you shouldn’t be a writer in the first place??)