Philippine Short Stories With Summary Novels & Stories

Charlene had just stepped off the bus when her friend Sheena called. She answered at once. “Are you already in Manila?” her friend asked excitedly. “Yes. I just got off. Wait—I’m still hungry. I’ll grab something to eat first.” She wandered around the terminal until she found a vendor selling balut. She bought four pieces and asked for directions to her next ride. Being new to Manila, she didn’t yet know her way around. Charlene was a provincial girl who had come to the city in search of better opportunities, knowing that work in the countryside was painfully limited.

The small pool on the floor witnessed it. "From now on, this is Philippine" John explained to Alex. Philipp felt bad. Bad for having being ass fucked by John, bad from being called Philippine, bad from have been caught by Alex, bad from having enjoyed it. Alex let them recover and decided to lead Philipp to the shower. It was about halfway when the male slave broke the silence. "Err, Mistress Alex... This slave..." Philipp began. "Is becoming a slave, Philipp, or Philippine? Perhaps you feel bad, but you enjoyed it, didn't you?" Alex asked.

For dessert, Ecto feasts his virtual eyes on the glazed top of leche flan – the Filipino crème caramel – and the very colorful coconut salad. Nate sleeps in a sleeping bag in the living room and then, come 4:00 a.m., he and Kate attend the Night Masses. There’s a popular belief in the Philippines that if someone completes all the nine early-morn Masses, from December 16 to 24, they can make a wish and the Christian God will grant it. It’s too bad that CITS students didn’t start their Christmas break until December 21 because Kate and Nate stood no chance of completing the Night Masses.

But the entire night, Jack didn’t make any sound or any movement at all. The next day, Jack still didn't wake up. I almost lost hope when I held his hand which was so cold. Only his slow and steady heartbeat was what gave me hope that he would also wake up and recover like Nana and Bon had told me. They kept reminding me to be patient and not worry too much, even mentioning some of the great stories of their tribe members who had suffered the same conditions, most of whom were still alive to this date and able to share the tale.

“Good evening to you, too.” Iniba ko ang usapan, para mawala sa paningin niya si Philip. “W-why are you here outside?” “I just got home too. Galing pa akong Bulacan and I brought home their famous bulalo, why don’t you ask him to join us.” and then looked at Philip. “Join us for dinner, hijo.” I looked at Philip. Pinanlakihan ko siya ng mata para sana ay makuha niya ang ipinapahiwatig ko.

Muli siyang ngumiti, at buong giliw na naglakad tungo sa lugar na yaon. Wakas. "Ang pagpapakamatay ang pinakamatinding karahasang magagawa ng isang tao laban sa napakabigat na mga pangyayaring hinding-hindi niya kailanman matatalo." - F. Sionil Jose's novel, PUNO. (Mula sa alaala ng aking yumaong kaklase, Pcpl. Rocapor.)

A week later... Ferran recovered and was discharged to the hospital. Blair went back to school as well but she seemed spaced out after everything happened to her family. “Our lesson for today is... Philippine history. You!” Miss Valdez, their history teacher again, pointed her finger at one of Trestan’s classmates. “What are the three countries that invaded the Philippines?” “Uhm... S-Spain... The U-United States, and Japan, Miss.” His classmate, Sunny Montes answered.

Yes, may fireplace si Kamahalan kahit wala namang winter sa Pilipinas at milya-milya ang layo ng Manila sa Bagiuo. After four knocks which is a signal to Jacques and V that I'm the one behind the doors,it opened. Seryosong mukha ni V ang bumati sa 'kin. Ewan ko ba dito pero never pa itong ngumiti sa 'kin.Madalang din sa patak ng ulan kung magsalita. Muntik ko na ngang pagkamalang pipi ang isang 'to noong una. I sighed, ba't ba ang suplado ng mga hot na guys?

He replied tauntingly and proceeded to tell stories about his adventure in the Philippines. “Yes, ma'am!” He replied tauntingly and proceeded to tell stories about his adventure in the Philippines. The drive took them half an hour and when they arrived, the crowd was cheering so much and heard even outside. “This place is so nostalgic to me,” Felix commented, parking his car by the lot and they hopped out.

Short terrifying stories that leave you insomnolent . . . definitely a must read to while away time and get sleepless with fear, hahaha. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy! While you're at it, you can check out my other profile @KinahFeels.