Philippines Short Story Novels & Stories

Her heart was chugging like a steam locomotive in the Old West. {I think I’m gonna faint gonna trip someone had better catch me or I’m gonna fall flat on my –} It took her a couple of seconds to realize her phone was ringing. She hurriedly took her phone out of her pocket thinking it was her ma because of some emergency. It was from an unknown number. Filipinos, especially students, rarely used their phone for calls. They hunted for prepaid cellphone services with unlimited texting promos. This had earned the Philippines the moniker the “Texting Capital of the World”.

(Note: Pagpag is a term given to left-over food, meat picked from garbage and dumps, which is then washed, cooked and sold to poor communities in Manila, Philippines) Ethan quickly ate up his entire meal as he sat in his mother's lap. She picked out the lice from his head. "Eat up and sleep quickly, okay? And don't wake up in the middle of the night" Ethan ate up and turned towards her "Seconds" He said with a smile "I'm sorry, Ethan. That's all I had today. I'll get more tomorrow" She said. He didn't say anything. Sleeping with a half filled stomach wasn't new for people in those areas of the Philippines. He quietly kept the plate aside and sat back in her lap. She caressed his head gently

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME. Note: Hi, this is a letter from the writer, I'm Ysa. I am a Filipina writer and I hope Filipino readers from this app will support me. First of all, I have no experience sa field na' to, this is my first time writing a teen fiction story, so please, I'm sorry for unnecessary and unformal format. This story contains, grammatical errors, typos and wrong spellings. We all commit mistakes, bare with me please. This story is for practice only! I accept criticism and ready to be educated by others. Ito ang unang teen-fiction story na isusulat ko at series pa nga, I usually write actions and fantasy stories. Hindi ko gamay ang pacing at flow ng teen fiction but I'll try my be

The others played by Noli Me Tangere. We laughed at Sisa as she went down the stage and looked for her children Crispin and Basilio. The grade 7 students were shocked and scared. [Noli Me Tangere is one of the famous books in the Philippines written by Dr. Jose Rizal—Our National Hero. Sisa depicts how Filipino mothers love their children unquestionably. She the mother of Basilio and Crispín] Grade 9 students have finished their role play, it’s time for Grade 10 but no one is volunteering. Yes, we are pretty KJ and shy type.

She sighed, closing the magazine and holding it to her chest, allowing herself a brief moment of longing before tucking it away, along with the memories it had stirred. Pampanga is a province in Central Luzon, famously known as the Culinary Capital of the Philippines. Its rich culinary heritage, passed down through generations, is celebrated not just locally but across the country. For Isla, the mention of Pampanga always brought a sense of pride and nostalgia. It was her home, the place where her dreams were born and where her story with Vincent began. Seeing Vincent in the magazine reminded her of how deeply their shared roots were tied to this province, where food was more than just suste

Her mind instantly tries to think of a way to leave or escape. “Or maybe you know someone of a higher position around here? Or anyone who works here for that matter. Connections are enough to get you anywhere.” The now-confirmed douchebag decides to poke even more fun at her. Only eerie silence surrounds them in the room. She isn't about to waste another breath talking to this asshole. Not because she might explode in rage unimaginable by mankind, but because tears may actually form in her eyes out of nowhere and she’d throw the biggest fit that is definitely the opposite of pretty. What hurt the most about his statement is not because it’s degrading, but because it’s true. Especially in a c

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.

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“Ladies and gentlemen, we have just landed at Ninoy Aquino International Airport. Philippine Airlines welcomes you to Manila. For your safety, please remain seated with your seatbelt fastened until the fasten seatbelt sign has been switched off. Please refrain from removing any hand-carry items from the overhead bins until the aircraft has come to a full stop and the cabin door has been opened for you to deplane. On behalf of the Philippine Airlines flight deck and cabin crew, we would like to thank you for flying with us. It was a pleasure to have you on board. We hope to see you again soon on one of your future flights. Once again, from Asia's sunniest and the heart of the Filipino, Mabuha

The Philippines would be rich if everyone was as smart as her. “Missus, I only have an extra five pesos to spare. I’ll just come back and pay you.” I gave the speechless woman my five pesos. I ran towards the way I came from. Bad idea maybe. So instead I decided to take the longer way beside the closed fairground to the school. I didn’t have any money besides my fare back home so I opted to walk. But really, that pathway smelled like stale pee. Why were its residents able to endure that smell? @Death Wish