The Headless Priest of Pindangan Ruins
It’s a good place to pray. His parent’s words rang hollow in Alfonso’s heart. The first time his parents said they were going to La Union Alfonso had already
Atros
“Mama, she’s doing it again,” Justo says as he pulls his mother’s dress. “It’s okay anak*just leave her alone. Now help me with breakfast, we have to go to
Kuraret – Tagalog Translation
*Note this story is in Tagalog Sa bayan kung saan lumaki ang lolo ko, bawal magsalita kapag gabi na. “Naririnig ko pa rin yung tunog ng bakal na kariton
Kuraret
In the town where my lolo was raised, no one was allowed to talk at night. “I can still hear the sound of its iron cart,” my lolo used to