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A Diverse Set, And A Reminder

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Joseph Nacino takes over as guest-editor for this next set of four tales, which, if one were to categorize them, would be: alternative myth/reality, science-fiction/horror, crime, and fantasy/action/adventure. The alternative myth/reality work brings together Philippine national heroes with our country’s legendary strong man; the science-fiction/horror tale brings us viruses and zombies in Makati; the crime story involves murder (natch, hehe) and a cover-up in more ways than one; and the fantasy/action/adventure piece has stunts galore. A most diverse set of tales, these four. They start tomorrow! Enjoy!

A reminder: Here’s a link to the call for submissions and reading period! Send in your stories, please! Thanks!

The Promise Of Love

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Carina hadn’t noticed the letter right away. She had gotten up early, earlier than usual, not having slept much. It was a night of troubled dreams, sleep had come fitfully when it did, and she was already wide awake when daylight slowly sharpened in her room. When she finally threw off the blanket, it was past six o’clock. She puttered about the living area of her condo, sipping absent-mindedly at her coffee. The wedding wouldn’t be until five p.m., and she had plenty of time to get ready and think how it was even possible that this day had arrived. A day she had waited for all her life was now upon her, and for years she had steeled herself against the ever-more-real possibility that it would never be hers, and now that it was hers, now that she knew an unfortunate soul like hers could still find true love and get married at the ripe old age of forty-two, something deep within her softly rippled with apprehension.

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The Tower And The Kite (Part 2)

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Twenty floors up, midday, and Anita was feeling too dizzy to continue. Hovering between heaven and earth was disorienting. The ground below widened on all sides, the world curving beneath her. She could already see the horizon on all sides of her. Beyond and above her lay an ever-expanding infinity. Isolated from everything else, she had nothing with her but the howling of the winds and the monumental tower that stood equably beside her. The rope that was the only thing real to her touch swayed on and on in the clashing of winds.

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The Tower And The Kite (Part 1)

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In the year 2022, four significant events took place in the Philippines that altered the course of its history. The first was a significant and disturbing drop in energy supply and resources. Blackouts first became commonplace in the provincial areas, then fanned out until candlelight became the prevalent source of illumination throughout the land. Metro Manila remained one of the few places with power. It was predicted that the entire nation would be completely blacked out in seven years. Pictures from the orbiting International Space Station showed half the country engulfed in darkness every night. The second occurrence was a diaspora of Filipino citizens to more energy-sufficient countries. Those wealthy enough to leave the country with their families and belongings did so, and very quickly. The economy collapsed. A large number of vehicular accidents, especially plane crashes and boat sinkings, occurred in just the first six months of the year because of widespread panic. Those who could not leave ventured into the remains of the capital and took stock of the many vacated residences. Only the wealthy and strong-willed stayed. They constituted a small but still powerful elite class and governed the nation’s capital.

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Under A Mound Of Earth (Part 2)

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He backed into the wall again, staring at the Lady Sinukuan, but as the sight of her holding the box open was even more terrifying than what he saw inside the box, he kept his eyes riveted on the ceiling above him. He screamed again, but it died away in his throat and came out as a choked, rasping rattle.

The ring indeed was there, exactly as he had remembered it—but it was on the ring finger of a dismembered hand. The hand had been severed at the wrist, and worms wriggled out of the little rotting flesh it still had. The stench that came from it assailed his nostrils, and he collapsed to the floor, gagging.

“What—what sort of evil joke is this, my Lady?” he said wildly, when he could finally speak again. “It’s not even funny, it’s—it’s—” He swallowed, still shivering. “Whose hand is this?”

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