Literary

U-Belt At The End of The World
07
Sep
By Anthea Anika de Sales
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U-Belt At The End of The World

“BEFORE THE downpour, there were places so clear, you could see your own reflection,” Ami breaks the silence between her and her sister, Isla. Letting go of the oars, she stretches her arms and removes her respirator, the putrid air filling her nose. But being a child of the believed…
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Once, where the sun leads
11
Aug
By Tricia Anne Daquiz
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Once, where the sun leads

I BASK in the scorching heat, witnessing new faces cheer in color-coded shirts and matching headbands, each upbeat chatter swelling in waves as the crowd begins their walk. The sun bears down on them; the golden beams cover the crowd like a welcome remark. Quietly, the old landmark stretches a…
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Beach Vacation
03
Aug
By Francis Miguell Sta. Rosa
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Beach Vacation

CALLOUSED BY urban concrete every day, there is nothing my feet want more than to sink into pristine Cebu sand. The sea never fails to bring repose. The salty breeze unclogs noses used to constantly filtering dust, and the sight of docking ships resets brains desensitized by overstimulation. My family…
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Superman: Challenging the superhero ideal
27
Jul
By The Flame Literary
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Superman: Challenging the superhero ideal

WHAT THE iconic comic figure does is more nuanced; from saving a squirrel mid-battle to safeguarding an entire nation, Superman models empathy, speaks truth to power and stands with the little guy—not as a god, but as a man trying to live by example. Arguably the most recognizable superhero in…
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The New Streets
20
Jul
By Alyanna Ysabel Sacramento
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The New Streets

ONLY THE faint rustles of wheels on asphalt can be heard this morning. None of the usual plastic cracklings nor clamoring chatters among vendors and customers alike. The streets are clean, save for the residual water from rain. At this time of the day, the place is usually packed; cardboard…
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Dry Season
06
Jul
By Tricia Anne Daquiz
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Dry Season

I USED to think of summer as an illusion of rest and revival; a hazy season stitched together by slow mornings and days so mundane they blur into each other, only to be racked with busy weekends and blistering outdoor plans.  And yet, I find myself on neither end.  As…
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Love, Unspoken
15
Jun
By Ren Sophia Bughaw
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Love, Unspoken

Morning leans in, unfolding by a crumbling wall where whispering white blossoms spill. He, bare-footed, wears yesterday’s tired shrug and reading glasses that hide everything unsaid.   Wares made of pretend gold lie on faded velvet trays, a kingdom of tin and tinsel for passing eyes and careless fingers. Each…
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