Literary

Drive-in Parokya
22
Aug
By Francis Miguell Sta. Rosa
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Literary

Drive-in Parokya

by FRANCIS MIGUELL S. STA ROSA NOONG ISANG araw habang naglalakad, naalala kong matagal na rin pala akong hindi nagsisimba. Kung kaya, napag-isip-isip kong magsimula muling gawin ito linggo-linggo. Naalala ko ang simbahan na matagal ko nang gustong puntahan. Patron kasi nito si San Isidro, at lagi akong nananalangin sa…
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A Tiger to His Cub
20
Aug
By Franz Zoe Stoelzl Baroña
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Literary, Liyab

A Tiger to His Cub

  WHEN nine-year-old Jacob insisted to enter the University of Santo Tomas out of curiosity, the first thing Anton did was recognize the UST Carpark. "Alam mo anak, noong panahon ko, wala pa ‘to eh," Anton said. "Grumadweyt ako nung 2004, tinatayo pa lang 'yung building na ‘to." Jacob had…
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Barbie: An Emancipation from Uniformity
16
Aug
By The Flame Literary
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Literary

Barbie: An Emancipation from Uniformity

https://youtu.be/pBk4NYhWNMM TO SAY that the Barbie in this film is the most unconventional (or the most 'woke,' according to its critics) depiction of the world's most famous doll is a gross understatement. After all, the film features a protagonist who is supposedly a representation of a plaything but who spurns control;…
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The end of wandering
06
Aug
By Alyanna Ysabel Sacramento
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Literary, Liyab

The end of wandering

by YSABEL SACRAMENTO FROM A distance, the continuous drumming echoes throughout the campus walls. There is still a long path ahead for us to walk on, with each block from different faculties entering the triumphal Arch of the Centuries. We eagerly wait for our turn, the adrenaline rush through our…
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Last Shift
30
Jul
By Trixcy Anne Loseriaga
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Literary, Liyab

Last Shift

by TRIXCY ANNE B. LOSERIAGA THE GENTLE breeze welcomed my presence the moment I stepped foot inside her domain. Gaia’s children danced while I immersed myself in listening to nature's overture. A tune repeatedly sung by my mother during the early years of my existence.  It was dawn. My father…
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Of Drenched Papers in Highways
29
Jul
By Hjadoeya Calica
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Literary

Of Drenched Papers in Highways

by HJADOEYA V. CALICA I SAT behind the bus driver and admired the sun’s daily rites of hibernation; its rays peeked through the gray clouds and tall buildings in Manila. For something obedient to the laws of order, the sun refused to pass by.  The water and my skin met as…
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Nature’s deception
23
Jul
By Maria Althea Javier
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Literary, Liyab

Nature’s deception

by MARIA ALTHEA V. JAVIER IT IS not surprising to see you wonder about what goes on as night falls. And today, you also sense something unsettling in the sunshine.  Could it be the statuesque sculptures that seemingly hide centuries worth of paradoxes? Or the empty, inhumane calls between birds…
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Into the yonder
16
Jul
By Alyanna Ysabel Sacramento
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Literary, Liyab

Into the yonder

by YSABEL SACRAMENTO THICK SMOKE from passing vehicles swarm España’s streets. The sky blends dark hues of orange and blue. Below the setting sun is the usual traffic and the crowd of students rushing to hail a tricycle, or racing to the nearest pedestrian lane. Manila’s humidity and Cecile’s hasty…
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