Literary

The Encore

The Encore

By CZERIZHA KAIZEL S. ADZUARA   Editor’s Note: This piece is one of the works in a four-part series in line with the Dapitan 2022 theme Hintayan. All works are written by the Flame‘s Letters staffers.   Remedios Street sang the chorus of playing children in a humid afternoon. There…
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Little Flower

Little Flower

By FATIMA B. BADURIA She held the can’s handle firmly. Her eyes were fixated on the water trickling down the flower petals. Her knuckles turned pale as her nails dug in her palm.  Even in the garden, she could hear them. Inside the house, her father laughed alongside the banters…
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Wisps

Wisps

By FATIMA B. BADURIA   Editor’s Note: This piece is one of the works in a four-part series in line with the Dapitan 2022 theme Hintayan. All works are written by the Flame‘s Letters staffers.   With a snap of my fingers and a flick of my hand, my fingertips…
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Focal Point

Focal Point

By CZERIZHA KAIZEL S. ADZUARA   Whenever I am with you, I learn how to decipher the smallest things.  I like how you run your delicate fingers through your hair after every laughter, including the attractive smirk your lips make when I stare at you for too long.  I know…
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Surreal

Surreal

By FATIMA B. BADURIA I look away every time because I have never known twin pools before, crystal waters aglow seemingly enchanting, sending ripples in a sudden beat to my chest then to every ragged breath, oddly disconcerting when they stay too long, right before my eyes.   And not…
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Click

Click

By ABIGAIL M. ADRIATICO   She always took photos of what she liked—whether they were flowers on a bright summer day or a guy she had feelings for. You could always tell it through her smiles behind the viewfinder.  With every polaroid photo she took, she would ask for my…
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Noontime dreaming

Noontime dreaming

By DAWN DANIELLE D. SOLANO Kevin loved watching the sun’s gradual transition from its boldest blaze of orange to its velvet tangerine hues every afternoon. He knew the perfect spot in the University where he could get a front-row view of the show. He picked a bench in front of the…
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Full Circle

Full Circle

Red brake lights set the road ablaze. Caloy shifted in the driver’s seat, he gripped the steering wheel as the long hell of a queue burned right before him.  “Eto na naman tayo,” he heaved a sigh. He stared at his bag of purchase in the passenger’s seat: a few…
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A Hard Day: Morality Under Pressure

A Hard Day: Morality Under Pressure

By ABIGAIL M. ADRIATICO   IN TIMES of distress, one can be left with a choice made without further thought. Sometimes, this can go against the morals he stands for. In the process, these choices can brew mistakes with grave consequences not only for himself but for the people around…
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