Short Story | Mari Can't Help Comparing

By Eddlynn Jennifer Mangaoang

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    Mari noticed an awkward aura enveloped her friend Sonia after they were introduced to Jay’s Kuya. It felt like they had something. Like a past.

    In truth, when these men and women hopped out of the private bus, colored white and green with bold lettering on the side that said PIERCING ANGGITAY CLUB and their logo, a silhouette of a woman’s upper body and a horse’s body like a centaur’s, and strode towards them, Mari thought, damn, muy delicioso, because of the men’s handsomeness. The two female gamers in their team were also very, very pretty, both tall and fair-skinned. One of them, Sheila, had no make-up but still so beautiful.

Short Story | Lady Asuncion University

By Eddlynn Jennifer Mangaoang

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[University Hall, Lady Mary Asuncion University] [Monday, 8:56 AM]

    Dana and Sonia are part of a group of ten people presenting in today’s assignment. They are taking a religious education centering on Catholic and Christian lives.

    “Hello, we are group five. My name is Bryan.” Their appointed leader introduces himself. Then, like an assembly line, everyone in the group does the same. In the end, Bryan turns to their audience, “and we’re presenting about...”

Short Story | Welcome to Room 218

By Eddlynn Jennifer Mangaoang

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[Room 218; Maligaya Girls Dormitory, D City] [Saturday: 8:58 PM]

    The loudest and longest fart Jay has ever heard occurs amongst the clashing and whooshing sound effects from the role-playing game the residents of Room 218 in Maligaya Girls Dormitory are playing. All at once, Jay reaches for her Hello Kitty uchiwa from her pen holder and fans away from the smelly odor.

    “Yah!”

    “Ugh!”

    “Mari! That’s disgusting!”

    The perpetrator only laughs wildly. “’Tamo ‘to. Not like you don’t fart. Your poop smells worse than mine.”

Short Story | A Piece Of My Soul Went With Him

By Eddlynn Jennifer Mangaoang

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    Sonia swung the door of her door room widely and hurriedly went inside the comfort room, twisted the shower knob, and let the cold sprinkle wash her sorrows. Meeting Ken again gripped her heart with so much pain she thought she already chucked away when she was having her world tour the year after their high school graduation, but one look at him and she crumbled again like the too-dry cookies Dana baked two weeks ago. Still wet. Still cold. Still in misery. Sonia flopped herself on the tiled floor and wept - silently. She's been weeping silently during her trip and the duality of her smile while the camera flashed and her frown when it did not show that she only had half-fun during those trips, especially during the first six months. 

Short Story | Mari Is A Scaredy Cat

By Eddlynn Jennifer Mangaoang

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[2nd Floo Stairs; Maligaya Girls Dormitory, D City]

[00:16 AM]

    Mari clutches her backpack straps and takes the stairs to the second floor one step at a time. The first landing is decorated with lush, green vines crawling upwards and near the altar where Mama Mary glued her hands together in front of her chest in a praying position, cherubs singing songs with their goat-horn horns and the serpent underneath her feet. She looks downward to observe those who ascend the stairs. Mari's hair at the back of her neck rises and shivers travel down her spine. With the red sconces highlighting her features, the Virgin Mary doesn't look as benevolent as she is in the morning. Hurriedly, Mari takes the stairs faster, almost running the flights between the second and the third floor.