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    Ombak Volume Two
    Ombak Volume Two
    Ombak Volume Two
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    Ombak Volume Two

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    Ombak embarks on another issue sifting through the legacy tales of the strange, peculiar, and unforgettable.

    Bringing in Ted Mahsun, Sigrid Marianne Gayangos, Anya Ow, Christina Yin, and Sobia Ali, we explore the aftermath of ended stories, and what happens to those that remain behind?

    Some become urban legends. Others seek heart in illusions. And those rare few will continue their search for a dream long past.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherOmbak Magazine
    Release dateNov 29, 2019
    ISBN9780463933718
    Ombak Volume Two
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    Ombak Magazine

    Greetings. We are the weird fiction magazine of Southeast Asia. We publish annually, and we hope to give you the best and strangest.

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      Ombak Volume Two - Ombak Magazine

      Ombak Volume Two

      Anya Ow

      Sobia Ali

      Christina Yin

      Sigrid Marianne Gayangos

      Featuring:

      Ted Mahsun

      Copyright © 2019 Ombak Magazine

      All rights reserved.

      ISBN: 9780463933718

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      Ikoy

      By Sigrid Marianne Gayangos

      I remember very well the day I first met Ikoy. The rest of my family went fishing. And I, being too young and too sickly, was left alone at home. It was a day of ominous clouds, different from the gray ones that were a friendly reminder of an impending monsoon, and the ocean roared and spewed things that made its stomach sick. Bloated fishes that smelled of death were washed ashore, some even caught in frayed strips of plastic and dirt. All up and down the entire stretch of sand were styrofoam chunks that had broken down into smaller pieces, some stuck in dead corals. Old and forgotten things were there, too, ones that were perhaps dear to someone that the ocean took away and no longer wanted now. One of those things, it turned out, was a child so grotesque, I wasn't even sure that it was indeed a child in the first place.

      The first thing I noticed about Ikoy was his scent. He smelled of rotten fish, salt, and pus mixed together. His nose always ran and he had to wipe it every time, spreading more gray-green goo on his already slimy face. It was rare when he blinked－his eyes seemingly in an eternal blank stare with the pink flesh just beneath the eyeball waiting to tear up. He appeared at our doorstep with several fishes gathered in a basket made of dried strips of seaweed. I tried asking him who he was, if he was lost, or if there was anything I could do to help him, but Ikoy only mumbled an unintelligible reply.

      Still, I let him in. I didn't know what to do about Ikoy. He didn't talk much and his stink made it impossible to stay near him for long. It was, however, immediately settled that he was to stay with us when my family returned home and found me and Ikoy grilling rare fish enough for eight hungry mouths. Normally, we sold fish like that at the flea market. Our Ilonggo suki called them isda sa bato and said that the Chinese especially liked them. But after several days of having almost zero catches, we didn't mind a bit of luxury for ourselves.

      It was not uncommon for folks who ventured out into the open seas to stray into our village. At times, we even had lost and weary fishermen from Sabah, drifting ashore when the waves were particularly testy. After sharing a hot meal with us and having a good rest, they soon left and sailed back to their proper courses. I think the sea had this way of sending them to us, our home in particular. These lost folks never stayed for more than a night though. But Ikoy did for almost a year, and his presence changed our lives forever.

      We took Ikoy in, shared meals with him, and my mother did the best she could to rid him of that stench. Once, mother even scooped a handful of sand, spread it over Ikoy's grimy back, and gave him

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