Category: Fiction

  • Hypothetical Episode 17 of 설강화 (‘Snowdrop’)

    Hypothetical Episode 17 of 설강화 (‘Snowdrop’)

    Gyuri’s hypothetical episode 17 starts from the end of episode 16, and shows how Kangmu, Hanna, Youngro, and the others are after the crisis before going back to where things get murky.

  • Of The Last Sunset

    I keep wanting to use the pen, even when it seems like a pencil is the best medium. With a pencil, I can erase everything and start all over again without any trace, so long as I write with the lightest hand. “But what’s the point?” I ask. “My hands are small but they are…

  • The Day My Old Canon 1100D Saved Me

    The Day My Old Canon 1100D Saved Me

    I wished to dance… In a split second, I died and came back to life, back to the reality where I had been and not a single moment had passed in my death. Everything was the same in that now everything was different.

  • Letters from the Hierophant, 0

    The closer one gets to the truth, the farther the truth steps back. The truth is science and art combined, much like oil and water.

  • Subic in Luisita, or How Time Goes Inside a Pick-up Truck

    Subic in Luisita, or How Time Goes Inside a Pick-up Truck

    Time these days feel more compressed than ‘single-existent’. Rather than there being just a single point—the present—in time at a time, it feels as if there are several (sometimes, countless too many) different points intersecting, forming one amalgamated circle at any given moment. This moment where it feels as though one place is of more…

  • The Poinsettia

    An abandoned house in 34th Avenue welcomes all who pass it with a ‘FOR SALE’ sign. The sign is huge, no one can miss it: black cardboard in mint condition with fresh white latex paint. The house has been for sale for nineteen years now. It is a lovely bungalow that no one would assume…

  • I Watched Myself Walking to Church

    Along the red brick road, my boots made light, dull sounds: thump-thump, slowly, carefully, light as a feather with no weight to carry itself against the wind. Then the sound double and I looked back to a girl in a maroon coat. She had a black sling bag on her left should which moved forwards…

  • The Third Gate

    He couldn’t recall anything besides the last couple of steps before reaching the third gate. The third gate was already closed when he arrived. It wasn’t that late yet, not even midnight, but the stairs under the footbridge made the third gate more distinctly darker than the rest of the city. He remembered reaching for…

  • Metropolitan Apparition

    Metropolitan Apparition

    A pair of bluish translucent glass carefully moves sideways towards opposite ends to uncover a dilly-dallying of unknowns. A car stops abruptly in front and a rushing lady with a phone to her ear takes several steps forward. She crosses to an island right smack in the middle of the bustling cityscape that doesn’t quite…

  • Wheel of Fortune

    Wheel of Fortune

    He knew it was too good to be true when everything was going perfectly. Then it wasn’t: the tower collapsed with him in the midst of it. And it all made sense. For several weeks, he would either sit amongst the debris or somewhere near the broken pieces of concrete where he could glimpse both…