Literary

Pulang Rosas

Pulang Rosas

Natigilan siya. Sa paligid, tahimik din ang buong gubat. Mistulang nakatitig ang mga puno, gaya ng lalaki. Sapagkat sa harap niya, umuusbong na ang bulaklak. Nanumbalik sa utak niya ang mga sabi-sabi. “Mala-perlas ang mga mata nila, kasingpula ng makopa ang mga labi,” kwento ng isang matanda.  "Iyong mga nakabingwit…
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Missing Ring

Eaya was physically drained from her harsh conditioning as she strengthened her body for the game.  As she sluggishly reached her bag, the fatigue weakened her grip on the strap, making the bag slip through her hand. She immediately tidied each item back into her bag. As she picked her…
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The Time Traveler

Today, a memory of my lover Resurfaces, breathes. Her soul awakens, alive within the corners Of a picture. I hold its edges, pinched Between my wrinkled fingertips, I used to touch hers with.   At the sight of her image, I hear my heart Its raucous beating piercing through the…
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Tale’s Peak

  I pinch one edge and turn it  for the hundredth time.  It lingers like dust on my fingers:  the skyward roller coaster rush  of the plot, building butterflies,  then coiling my gut into tangles.    This tale's peak was chapters ago but the calm descent—  perhaps the next page. …
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Bughaw, Pula, Dilaw, at Puti

Minasdang mabuti ni Mang Kaloy ang kabuuan ng kaniyang bagong dyip. Ang kaniyang mga mata ay gumala mula sa mga makikintab na gulong tungo sa bakal na barandilya nito. Huminga ang matandang tsuper sa kamanghaan. Dalawampu’t limang taon siyang namuhay sa pagba-boundary, ngayon ay nakangising hinihimas ang taklob ng makina…
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Losing Hope

Losing Hope

FRANCES MARIE G. IGNALAGA/ The Flame She laid on her bed as the monotonous voice from the recorded lecture filled her silent room. At this point, she could no longer make sense of her professor's words as exhaustion began to weigh her down. She stared blankly at the ceiling, letting…
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Hanggang Sa Muli: Testing Strengths

Hanggang Sa Muli: Testing Strengths

By FATIMA B. BADURIA   THE ILLNESSES of society can be the roots of appalling personal adversaries. Normally, when these problems attack, one would devise a counterblow. However, if the enemy possesses formidable strength, running away can be the only option.  Even building defenses may prove to be futile in…
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Balik Tanaw

Balik Tanaw

ELIJAH JOHN M. ENCINAS/ The Flame Sa kalagitnaan ng naghaharing araw, pumapaso ang init nito sa sinuman mangangahas na makipagsagupa sa natatangi niyang kapangyarihan. Tagos sa ulo ang kirot na dala ng liwanag ng iskrin kasabay ang mahalumigmig na ihip ng hangin. Kaya nilisan ko muna ang silaw ng laptop…
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False Victory

False Victory

The summer heat urged me to steal as it continuously made sweat trickle down my back. As the raging ball of fire governed the skies, its rays hit the enticing bottle of Sprite that was perched on the counter of the sari-sari store across the street. I could not help…
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Paper Mirrors

  At first  it bleeds so stridently— the ink in steady flow, unfettering the hushed blooming pain,  extricating uncertain masked breaths. I guess enormous blades can carve  the most imperceptible scars  but through smudged sentence edges  and uncarefully spun words,  my paper mirrors perceive  even ill-lit depths.    Then time…
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