A volunteer police consultant magician investigates the appearance of a strange, monstrous body, and its connection to Aswang and a hitherto unknown group of black magicians.
I.
Jet Lakan walked up to the two cops on one side of the cordoned-off area of Buendia Avenue, between the corners of Filmore and Dian Streets. Though the area was technically part of Makati City, it was near the border…
“So,” Jet said over a tall cup of Starbucks coffee, sitting opposite Jonathan Arturo at the small round coffee table. “I didn’t realize you guys knew each other,” Jet stared coldly into Arturo’s black eyes.
[Coursera Creative Writing Specialization:: Craft of Style:: Week 4 Assignment:: Concrete Style Infused with Thought and Feeling]
[two versions of the same story: one where a parent disapproves of their daughter’s marriage, another where the parent…
[Creative Writing Specialization::The Craft of Style:: Assignment 3]
[Note: we were asked to edit last week’s assignment and cut it in half; this is the same story, but in half the length]
[Creative Writing Specialization:: The Craft Of Style:: Assignment 2 :: Very Short Narrative]
“That’s him!”
“Huh? What?” Jet woke up with a start. Five female ghosts were in his car excitedly pointing. “That’s the guy! The man who killed and ate us!”
[Creative Writing Specialization:: The Craft of Style:: Assignment 1:: Sensuous Description]
(some context first)
Jet Lakan excused himself as he pushed his way gently through the crowd. He was surprised and annoyed that there should be this many people at…
The Lone Mage stepped up to the blackened mesh gates at Hereford St, corner Congressional Avenue. Firefighters and paramedics tried to rush in from behind him, but he stopped them with a mental push. No! he thought directly into their minds. Wait here, while I check things out first.
<I can’t believe you’re going with that.> Marcus thought at the Lone Mage as they entered Flashdancers Gentleman’s club.
<Going with what?> the Lone Mage thought back.
So today is the day. You wake up with a mix of anxiety and excitement. You would love to see your parents again, even if it’s just once a year. But the ritual always made you a tad nervous.