English Division
Short story
- First Prize: “The Flight” by Katrina Tuvera
- Second Prize: “Sanded Soles” by Ma. Romina Gonzales
- Third Prize: “Black” by Jessica Zafra
Short story for children
- First Prize: “What is Serendipity?” by Muriel Macaraig
- Second Prize: “The Dream Weavers” by Ma. Carla Pacis
- Third Prize: “Veronica” by Marilen Cawad
Poetry
- First Prize: “Journey to Luna and Other Poems of Passage” by Ma. Luisa A. Igloria; and “The Link Immemorial” by Clovis Nazareno
- Second Prize: “Enkanto” by Ma. Luisa A. Igloria; and “Every Day Things” by Fidelito Cortes
- Third Prize: “Random Access Memories” by Alma Aileen Joy S. Anonas; “The Leavings of Family and Lovers” by Leigh Reyes; and “The Most Careful of Stars” by Ruel S. De Vera
Essay
- First Prize: “Reclaiming Vanished Geographies and Identities by Ma. Luisa A. Igloria
- Second Prize: “The Ludic Pleasures of Eating Words” by Marjorie Evasco
- Third Prize: “Bodies, Letters, Catalogues; Filipinas in Transnational Space” by Roland Tolentino; and “Orlando Nadres and the Politics of Homosexual Identity” by J. Neil C. Garcia
One-Act Play
- First Prize: “In the Works Department” by Nicolas B. Pichay
- Second Prize: “Loving Toto” by Dean Francis Alfar
- Third Prize: “Caves” by Bobby Flores Villasis; and “T.G.I.F.” by Corinna Esperanza A. Nuqui
Full-length Play
- First Prize: No winner
- Second Prize: “Island” by Dean Francis Alfar
- Third Prize: “Sky Legends” by Rodolfo C. Vera
- Honorable Mention: “Broken Icons” by Al Claude Evangelio; and “The Paraplegics” by Edilberto K. Tiempo
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