Filipino Short Story Novels & Stories

Granted the mortality rate for that specific surgery was low, he didn’t lift one damn finger to give Tonya’s death some sort of meaning, or at the very least pretended that there was still a microscopic part in his brain that cared for his late wife. Divorce is non-existent in the Philippines, and infidelity – no matter how frequent – is not considered a legal basis for annulment. Her early and unexpected demise made Tonya miss the chance of creating a last will or filing a power of attorney, ultimately giving her husband the rights to her assets regardless of how much her ghost screamed and cursed. Akira remembered Tonya saying, “That cheating bastard melted everything down and then gave my

I answered. “Who was the journalist that earn international fame from his travel narratives?” “It’s Mark Twain, sir.” “What are his works?” “His works includes The Innocent Abroad, Roughing It, The Life—” “Good,” he interrupted me. “Let’s get back to our country. Who was the Father of Filipino Printing?” “Tomas Pinpin is the Father of Filipino Printing, sir.” He sharpened his stares on me. His question were not part of our recent lessons. I am afraid that he’ll ask me question that is out of my store knowledge.

'Cause this is the first time that I have a friend aside from my cousin who accepted me for who I am. We roamed around the place. I could say that we are having a road trip. We stopped at some beautiful place to take a picture and of course buy some foods. We didn't eat in fast food, all we're eating is at the side road only. Street foods is really the best here in n the Philippines. Maybe, some other country look at Filipinos so low because, they know is for being a gold digger, a skilled robber? We don't know about Filipinos. I could say and I'm proud to say that we Filipinos are the sweetest you could ever met. The funniest you wouldn't want to miss, and the most caring you want to keep.

Another reason is he just tired from walking. Simple lang yung bahay namin. Gaya ng tipikal na bahay ng mga pilipino. May halaman sa labas, maraming tsismosa at higit sa lahat marami batang nag lalaro kahit hinahabol na ng mga barangay tanod. I thank God because some of them are in the comfort of their home. So, no one sees him today. You know the toxic trait of filipinos once they saw you mingling with high profiled individual. It's either they will labeled you as a gold digger or a prostitute. The worst thing is they will not stop until you gave them a commission. That's how money controls the human mind. Most especially the desperate and ambitious.

"I don't kiss and tell." “I’m one dirty-minded, half-white Filipino. Don’t expect anything less from me.” She folded her arms after she got up from the place next to me, dodging my attacks. "I wish there was more to your story, but alas, I'll have to use my imagination to fill in the blanks." “Then let me sleep, okay? Good night!”

The teacher would put something to her name either way, and she’d get detention or something. “Well, Charlotte? Anything to say?” She said again. “No, I guess not.” Charlotte shrugged. “Well, that doesn’t surprise me at all.” The woman snapped. “Why did you hit Phil with a book?” “He was stealing my stuff and winding me up. Saying some really nasty things about me.” “He hurt your feelings then?” “He was annoying me.” “Have you ever heard the phrase ‘Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me’?” “Yes Miss. That’s why I hit him with a Dictionary.”

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she said, holding a chuckle. “Whatever this thing is, this feeling you’re holding onto, let it be real. Let it lead somewhere good. Somewhere lasting. Let it lead to forever, alright?" "Forever?” she asked, raising an eyebrow while sipping her coffee. “What are you talking about?" "Jeez, you’ve really gone full-on American, haven’t you? You can’t even catch a classic Filipino joke anymore."Nelly rolled her eyes in mock exasperation, a playful grin tugging at her lips. "Let me explain it to you. ‘Forever’ is what we Filipinos say when two people fall in love and stay in love. It’s not just about being together; it’s about choosing each other every day until the very end. It’s cheesy, yes, but

Chapter 1 My fingers hovered over the send button longer than they should have. The thesis chapter looked perfect; tight analysis on Victorian repression and hidden longing but exhaustion had made me careless. I’d attached the wrong document from my desktop, the one I swore no one would ever see. My private journal. The raw late-night fantasies I poured out after Professor Brandy’s lectures, when his voice still echoed in my head like smoke. I hit send anyway. It was midnight and it was too late to fix it.

I say and noticed Chad staring at me from the corner of my eyes. They all looked surprised. "But you look like a Filipino. how is that possible" "My father and mother were both Philippines. They grew up here until dad got a huge contract to work abroad" I pause and stare at their faces "but their happiness was short lived when they both died in an accident. I was taken to child services for support. when I was eighteen, I managed to secure myself into college and that's where I met my husband. We fell in love and I got pregnant but he made sure I was able to complete college after I gave birth" I tell them with deep emotions