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The Boy and the Heron: Miyazaki’s Springtime Still

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Mar

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The Boy and the Heron: Miyazaki’s Springtime Still

Rich in references from the novel How Do You Live? (1937) by Genzaburo Yoshino, The Boy and the Heron was a miserable dejection and a journey to acceptance. Hayao Miyazaki draws inspiration as it follows a boy stuck in the big city of Tokyo, seeking guidance in life. Similarly, in…

10

Mar

By Franz Zoe Stoelzl Baroña

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The Morning Crisis

IF ONLY I had the courage to slip a “good morning” into his inbox, I would have finally justified my sleep deprivation. I can only imagine the sensation of waking up with his name and response etched on my phone’s screen every day instead of a message announcing the Zoom…

06

Mar

By Trixcy Anne Loseriaga

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Patay na si Cory: Opening a casket of untold memories

GHOSTS CAN still perform in theaters, leaving their perpetrators in shock. Their hunger to disclose the truth can bypass the line between the living and the dead, manifesting themselves to the people involved in their deaths. Patay na si Cory was a culmination of the people’s cry for justice and…

25

Feb

By The Flame Literary

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A Quarter of Change

THERE IS an aching, blinding hue of orange in the sky as the sun rises. It is not warm like sunrises should be—it is almost as if the sun is swallowing the world whole, and it is just a quarter to six. The streets are also deafeningly quiet, in contrast…

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Feb

By The Flame Literary

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Barcelona: A bleak world with historical reveries

IN A dystopian world filled with watery graves and remnants of history, romantic gestures sink underwater as social and ecological issues submerge cities. Barcelona is an adverse product of an alternative reality draped in mangled motifs. Published by Avenida Publishing House, Barcelona is a dystopian graphic novella by Criselda Yabes, a Filipino writer,…

14

Feb

By Nicole Samson

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A Dove Born of Ashes

Embers flickered of a dying, crumbling home. my fingers stained gray of sin, regret, and ruin of hope. it crushed what the flame broke what it took and what it left. ashes upon ashes of what used to be reminders of lit matches and scorched petals. winds…

04

Feb

By The Flame Literary

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A Nook in Baguio

THE SUNDOWN and the foggy atmosphere surround the forgotten toys as I reflect on the memories tied to them. One thing is certain: everything seems unchanged, hopefully for the better. Yet the remembrance of this place eludes me, as does the time I truly inhabited through capturing this moment. The…

31

Jan

By The Flame Literary

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Saltburn: Taking obsession to the grave

MANOR HOUSES, in all their external allure, attract hungry pursuers driven to madness by avarice — the proverbial root of evil. These obsessed conquerors peek through the high-rise windows, waiting to pounce on the unsuspecting owners. They scheme to take the wealth and beauty of the structures’ embellishments, even if…

28

Jan

By The Flame Literary

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Seek refuge, wearied soul

Seek refuge, wearied soul for the times have taken a toll Your face deserves a gentle kiss Of the countryside’s breeze Let the sand immerse your toes Let it calm your sole sore from all the chase Slowly approach the coast inch by inch until you are soaked…

21

Jan

By Nicole Samson

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Revenge Bedtime Procrastination

IT SEEMED pointless to stay up late, tonight of all days. There were no quizzes, discussion boards or assigned readings. But when I fell onto my bed, sleep did not come easy. My mind could not help but dwell on all the things I had left unfinished. My feet were…