Literary

Garden of Memories
23
Jul
By The Flame Literary
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Garden of Memories

by TRIXCY ANNE B. LOSERIAGA I remember how we used to worry, every time we arrive late. The guards who always smile at us, and look after us,  while we listen to the humming of birds.   The fire trees that once danced with us, every time we walked past…
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Afterglow
16
Jul
By Ghemarie Labsan
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Afterglow

I TURNED my laptop off. I was rubbing my forehead as I heaved a sigh. Another Zoom meeting would have made my knees buckle.  Suddenly, I heard a tapping on my window followed by a pitter-patter on the rooftop. Why was the sky the darkest it had been in years? …
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A Thousand Cuts: Reportage of Bleeding
12
Jul
By The Flame Literary
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A Thousand Cuts: Reportage of Bleeding

BEHIND THE proverbial line “The pen is mightier than the sword” ironically resides a throng of stifled and scorned journalists, and a democracy that is gradually gashed by authoritarian edges. When a government is threatened by its watchdogs, it sharpens its blade to tame them down. The blade wounds one…
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Pagkikita
09
Jul
By The Flame Literary
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Pagkikita

SA TUWING sumisikat ang araw, tila isang mahika ang dala ng iyong mga ngiting nagpapainit sa malamig na hanging bumabalot sa ating bangka.  Tuwing sumasagwan ako sa bayan upang makipagsapalaran sa pangtustos sa pamilya natin, parang musika naman ang tunog ng iyong mga tawa. Tinig mo lamang, bunso, ang nagpapakalma…
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25
Jun
By The Flame Literary
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Beneath the Searing Light

He stood at the shed, waiting for his ride. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he looked at his watch. Tapping his fingers, he sighed, “Pahirapan na naman.” He felt a vibration from his pocket and instantly knew he would be scolded again as he saw several messages from his…
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19
Jun
By The Flame Literary
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In Reminisce of You

  Papa, I still remember that day when I saw you again. My stomach was churning over that unfamiliar place—filled with passengers roaming with their baggage from left to right. Bright lights encircled the place and sounds of repetitive voices echoed from afar.  Ever since you left, I kept on…
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10
Jun
By Fatima Baduria
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March away

By FATIMA B. BADURIA You marveled at the Arch the first time you saw it.  It was a rather long walk from España to St. Raymund’s, but you loved the stroll beneath the trees. The day before, the thought of doing that had been surreal. The pulse in your chest…
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The Rain’s Soliloquy
20
May
By The Flame Literary
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The Rain’s Soliloquy

by ABIGAIL M. ADRIATICO My presence is known to all, long before I arrive. Each step I take leads me further away.   I like to think that they know I will come on days they least expect me to.   Yet, I could already see their scowls from a distance—…
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