Fexmouth

Fiction

Botulism

I ate some bad chicken, and I was wondering if I was going to die of botulism. My clone went into my room to find the Neosporin because Sugar had scratched him while he hugged him and the cat tried to get away. While he was doing that, I told him that I had eaten…

Helping Juno Move

At Juno’s house we were helping with putting things in boxes, either to be sold or to be moved, because they were moving to Apayao in the Cordillera region. Despite their best attempts Juno’s mom snapped and said that if her family would not come to the Cordilleras with her, then she would go alone.…

Mystery of the Universe

Nowadays, I spent my time playing games, doing nothing at all. My life is a total waste. I do nothing but consume. I consume food. I consume video games media. I consume social media. And then nothing else. I add nothing back, save for the work my mother requires of me for our business, which…

Intramuros

MY MOTHER—THE BEST I NEVER HAD—INTRAMUROS—BALUT—MANILA CATHEDRAL My mother, despite her faults, which I occasionally find myself despising, truly despising as one would the faults of one’s worst enemies, is a good, loving person. In her childhood, she was abused, marginalized, and neglected. We know now that the children treated this way are forever transformed.…

RE: The Future

THE PAULINE LETTERS—WINGS PLACE—THE SCIENCE MUSEUM—A BABY “A righteous man eats to his heart’s content, but the stomach of the wicked is empty.”—Proverbs 13:25 I found this verse. The way it was written seemed to imply that a man who is righteous eats a lot. The wicked do not each much. I sat back on…