Literary

His Desecration

His Desecration

by VON ZYRON P. ALIMORONG HE WOKE up last Monday and saw that someone left an apple beside his styrofoam cup. It was a mystery to him who would have had the heart to leave him something to eat.  "Baka si Diyos Ama?" he says. “Birheng Maria. Kaso ‘di ko naman…
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Ode to their calloused hands

Ode to their calloused hands

by CZERIZHA KAIZEL S. ADZUARA Here, the foliages sing in lush green. Dense with tenderness from the calloused hands that set the tempo of the rivulets down to earthen roots, the hands that never let the leaves    turn into multitudinous folds— untuned, scorched, and cracked underneath the blazing sun. The…
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In Moon’s Turn

In Moon’s Turn

by CZERIZHA KAIZEL S. ADZUARA THERE WAS a streak of brown in my underwear. I knew what it meant. Yet, I rigorously rubbed the fabric and hoped the sight would disappear down the drain. My 11-year-old wrinkled fingers wrung it in denial. At that moment, the stain was an anatomical…
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Missing the beat

Missing the beat

by ABIGAIL M. ADRIATICO WHILE HOLDING a clipboard to her chest, Anika stood behind the large speakers that hid her from the rest of the auditorium. Her gaze fell toward the hosts giving their spiels onstage. So far, everything was going according to plan. They had been planning this event for…
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Terminal

Terminal

by FRANCIS MIGUELL S. STA. ROSA TUWING TANGHALI ng Sabado ay inihahatid kami sa terminal ng jeep sa Meycauayan. Doon ay sasakay kami sa jeep na matutuklasan ko sa hinaharap ay bihira lang sa lungsod, sapagkat mayroon itong pinto para walang pasaherong aksidenteng mahulog sa expressway. Mas mahaba rin ito kaysa…
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Shunned shadow

Shunned shadow

by NICOLE DG. SAMSON Editor’s Note: This piece is one of the works in a nine-part series in line with the Dapitan 2023 theme Panopticon. All works are written by The Flame‘s Literary staffers. The soft click of the button of my life.  Slowly, the light within the four corners, My room…
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Kandila lang

Kandila lang

by TRIXCY ANNE B. LOSERIAGA NAGLALAKAD KAMI pauwi nang maisipan ni Mama na dumalaw muna kami sa dati kong paaralan.  Ayoko sana, pero anong magagawa ko? Kaunti lang ang tao noong dumating kami, subalit ramdam ko pa rin ang ihip ng nakaraan.  Napalitan na ng mga luntiang marmol ang mga haliging…
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