Liyab

My Embrace

My Embrace

By CZERIZHA KAIZEL S. ADZUARA I remember the day I held you close underneath the mahogany trees in the park. I was grateful for the shade, for I could let go of the umbrella and finally embrace you with both of my arms. Several people were strolling. Some were with…
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Sampung Araw

Sampung Araw

Bilang ang mga araw paatras.  Sampu menos isa tuwing unang sigaw ng magtataho  o ng konduktor ng dyip sa Maynila; tuwing bagong gising ang magsasaka o ang mangingisda sa probinsya.   Marahil binibilang dahil sabik. Maaari ring may kirot sa dibdib, pumipihit ang tiyang parang kinakabag at mapipigil ng isang…
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A Burden to Carry

A Burden to Carry

By ABIGAIL M. ADRIATICO   The setting sun painted the sky with a deep orange hue as Edgar walked towards the market again. He had been carrying crates filled with assorted perishable goods. Tired from work, his bones screamed for a break, yet his mind paid little attention.  Wiping the…
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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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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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The Swim

The Swim

Editor’s Note: Starting today, the Letters section’s Photo of the Week will now be named Liyab. Furthermore, instead of weekly short stories, creative works will be uploaded every other week.   Here I am within the womb of a serene glittering pool; her surface returns  the blue hues of the…
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