by Eliza Victoria

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Before Teresa saw the woman in white, she was focused on converting the temperature from Fahrenheit to Celsius, wondering how much trouble she was in now. The sudden snowstorm had downed airplanes, stranded passengers, and killed people, but the Viejos still decided to gather outdoors in this horrible weather. One of the cousins was going to be proposed to, and the family was out in force, complete with electric lanterns, a bouquet of wildflowers, a Spotify playlist, and nephews hiding in the bushes with cameras to capture the magical moment. She tried to focus and advised an uncle, who was also Filipino but weirdly anti-immigrant, which Ed Sheeran song to play to celebrate her cousin’s engagement.

Carl Javier is a multifaceted leader at the intersection of ethics, storytelling, and innovation. Currently the Executive Director and Chief AI Ethicist of Data and AI Ethics PH, Carl advocates for the responsible and human-centered use of artificial intelligence in society. He is also a writer, certified Human-Centered Coach, and educator who teaches Creative Writing at the Ateneo de Manila University. Carl served as CEO of PumaPodcast, the Philippines’ pioneering podcast production company, where he led its growth into a globally recognized storytelling platform. With a career spanning journalism, academia, social enterprise, and publishing, Carl has contributed to meaningful impact through both creative and technical writing. His editorial leadership in relaunching Anino Comics helped launch a new wave of Filipino graphic storytelling, earning national literary awards and acclaim. An accomplished author, Carl has published books of fiction, essays, and poetry, and his work includes projects across print, broadcast, and multimedia platforms. He holds a BA in English Studies and an MA in Creative Writing from the University of the Philippines. Through his advocacy and artistry, Carl continues to shape conversations technology, culture, and ethics in the digital age. His story, “The Pound of Flesh Program“, is Philippine Genre Stories’ December feature.

by Carljoe Javier

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RJ could always stand to lose a few pounds. That’s what he would joke about anyway.

Even at his healthiest and fittest, which was a good ten years behind him, there was a little bit of flab and just enough chubbiness in his cheeks to make him look like a giant baby. Try as he might, his body seemed to just be that way. He had friends who worked out less than him, ate more than him, and yet they looked more fit, more muscular. It was genes, now compounded with aging, which kept him round. It was those same things that, up until a few months ago, forced him to work out more and try to eat even healthier just to stay overweight and not tip into obesity.

So when Kahol appeared before him one night RJ considered the demon’s offer.

M.R.R. Arcega graduated from the University of the Philippines with a bachelor’s degree in Journalism. In 2001, her Filipino-language screenplay, Pagkatapos ng Paalam, took second place in the Carlos Palanca Memorial Awards. In 2009, her short story collection, Post-it Notes from Far Away, was among those recognized by the National Book Development Board in their Galing Pinoy, Basahin! program. Several of her features, essays, poems, and short stories in both English and Filipino have been published locally and internationally. Currently, she works as a manager for a small Philippines-based translation company.
Her story, Ang Mahiwagang Kahong Pamasko, was the first Filipino story published by PGS in December, 2011.

by M.R.R. Arcega

The streets around my home are flooded 365 days a year. The level rises or falls depending on the tide, but there’s not a moment when there’s no water.

We’re talking absolutely filthy water. Households and corporations have thrown waste into it for decades. On bad days it turns black. But really it chooses its own colors. Some days, it’s a brownish orange. Some days, it’s an algae-filled green.

And there’s an indescribable smell everywhere. When you wade into the water, you can expect to come across floating bottles, cans, or plastic bags containing God knows what. And no matter how many times children are told not to swim in the sludge, they still dive in, splash around, and get it in their eyes and mouths.