Literary

New world
11
Jun
By The Flame Literary
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New world

THE SOFT shimmer of moonlight illuminates the gardens near my village.  They are right; taking a midnight stroll does help soothe my dreadful heart. These last few years of my life in the University were tough but I grew and learned a lot. My diary is a testament to all…
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A Conversation in a Sea of Blue
11
Jun
By Abigail Adriatico
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A Conversation in a Sea of Blue

by ABIGAIL M. ADRIATICO WHILE MY mother and my aunt were busy styling my hair and fixing my makeup a few hours before the solemn investiture, I was staring at my reflection on the hotel mirror. Even while my mother was yet to put an absurd amount of makeup on my…
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Leaving Gate 10 on June 5
09
Jun
By Hjadoeya Calica
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Leaving Gate 10 on June 5

by HJADOEYA V. CALICA I WILL soon forget how your eyes would seek me in the crowd of goodbyes. Soon, you will forget how my eyes try to capture your denying gaze. The sun emits a light I have not seen in years. Its yellow hues complement your hazy brown eyes,…
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By me, for you
03
Jun
By Alyanna Ysabel Sacramento
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By me, for you

THE SCORCHING heat of the afternoon is enough to make Josephine feel sick throughout her shift, the knotted ends of her pamaypay almost wearing out. It is only a little over the afternoon, but her bones are starting to feel like they could melt and dissipate. “Okay ka lang dyan?…
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Processions by the boulevard
31
May
By Maria Althea Javier
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Processions by the boulevard

by MARIA ALTHEA V. JAVIER SOMEBODY ASKED me if I could sign their uniform as we half-listened to the Father’s sermons. It was a rather lighthearted request, but a compromised nod was all I could give.   As candles lit up the field I once cursed the sun out loud in, I…
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Unsaid farewell
28
May
By The Flame Literary
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Unsaid farewell

by ALYANNA YSABEL DV. SACRAMENTO A WAVE of fear whirls in the pit of his stomach. Just earlier that day, he was walking hand in hand with his mother. For a young boy like Iñigo, getting strayed away from his mother is the last thing he wanted to happen. With only…
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Nanay pa rin
14
May
By The Flame Literary
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Nanay pa rin

by FRANCIS MIGUELL S. STA. ROSA sa anong punto bang ang ina’y ‘di na ina? ‘pag supling ay tao na, o sarili o ina anak pa rin ba? saksi ako sa kaganapan sa kanilang pagsilang  sa madaling araw ng katandaan   pasan ang daigdig, na pinasang mayro’ng tangan nang lumao’y nagsilang…
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Camera log
06
May
By The Flame Literary
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Camera log

by TRIXCY ANNE B. LOSERIAGA THE TENSION pinned us down as the crowd gathered within the vicinity of the incident. The policemen loaded with full gear barricaded the streets, hoping to quench the agitated looks of the citizens. However, it only fueled the citizens' resolve as more people arrived. We made…
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