Literary

In Between the Streets
10
Nov
By Tricia Anne Daquiz
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In Between the Streets

THE THICK of the night seems to have crawled its way to the same territory. Each street holds familiar remnants from the same afternoon of brief encounters; a mere redirection to the next path.   The morning rush appears to be kinder; the roads filled with dreams and ambition, each footstep…
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Where We Go From Here
03
Nov
By The Flame Literary
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Where We Go From Here

WE WERE listening and singing to this song playing on the car stereo before, until you made a morbid request that one day. I tried to laugh it off then, but time soon proved that you were dead serious about it.  We did as you said. The song ended as…
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Alaalang Inaanod
02
Nov
By The Flame Literary
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Alaalang Inaanod

Sa pagdapo ng dilim, bitbit ang ilaw, Sa liyab ng kandila, sumasayaw ang anino, Balot ang isip ng amoy ng sigarilyo   Dito nagtipon, mga pasyon at alaala Sa bawat hakbang patungo sa simbahan, Mga kuwento ay muling nabuhay Sa bawat sulok ng bayan Hawak-kamay sa gunita, Kahit ng mga…
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Gigs & drinks
28
Oct
By The Flame Literary
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Gigs & drinks

KAHIT KAILAN talaga itong si Mike, tulog mantika. Kanina pa namin siya tinatawagan ngunit hindi siya sumasagot. Nakarating na rin kami rito sa apartment niya. “Sabi ng portero, ilang araw na raw hindi lumalabas ng kuwarto si Mike,” wika ni Andrew. “Hindi niya rin daw pinansin ‘yung mga nagsidatingan na…
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Never One Without the Other
20
Oct
By Franz Zoe Stoelzl Baroña
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Never One Without the Other

JON WAS an aspin whose master was a cultivator and a seller of sampaguitas. Unfortunately, they were separated during the EDSA People Power Revolution twelve years ago when tanks and armored vans caused an uproar in their camp. As Jon rested on the uppermost part of a tall staircase–which had…
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Glare
13
Oct
By Hjadoeya Calica
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Glare

It is haywire within my mind. The deafening silence of my mouth Contrasts what churns in my mind.   As soon as the hands of time reach the middle, There emerges a full-blown war,  A strife in my mind.  It is a persisting dispute, a recurring fight.   Voices of…
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