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Oct

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Movie Night

By ABIGAIL M. ADRIATICO Note: This article is a work of fiction as part of The Flame's Photo of the Week. You hear the clock ticking as the credits of your second horror movie for the night start rolling. It is already 11 in the evening, and you still have…

31

Oct

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The Discord Caller

By DAWN DANIELLE D. SOLANO Note: This article is a work of fiction as part of The Flame's Photo of the Week. Sprawled on my desk were my color-assorted sticky notes and highlighters. The faint light coming from the lamp post outside my bedroom window shone over the last page…

29

Oct

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Have you lost the sun?

The laptop’s screen turned black. You saw your reflection: a pair of weary eyes and a back slouching. You sighed; this setting darkened the keenness you once had. Feeling empty, you started remembering when the university grounds and physical company still held you as a whole. It was a cloudy…

24

Sep

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Tranquil Menace

Long they stride upon the bamboo planks underneath the scorching sun and on calm waters. Only to haul the lightweight fishing nets, hollow as their family’s stomachs. Long they sail their bangka on our fresh and saltwater, to claim what remains and swim below. Only to be menaced by…

11

Sep

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Myriam’s Kiss

Bartolome sighed and gently laid his cleaning tools in the storeroom. He just finished his last shift that was intended to compensate for his cash advance. The restaurant he worked at went bankrupt due to the prolonged quarantines. Tomorrow, he will look for doors with “For Hire” signs. Despite his…

27

Aug

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Liwayway ng mga Panaginip

Pasado na ang hatinggabi, ngunit sumisiklab ang apoy ng nakasinding lampara. Nagsikalat ang mga perganimong papel at libro sa aking lamesa. Madilim, mainit, mainip, subalit may kailangang tapusin. Magaan man ang pluma sa aking kamay, pero mabigat ang pagod at antok sa aking mga mata. Kasabay ng tintang patuloy na…

20

Aug

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The Waiting Game

By DAWN DANIELLE D. SOLANO A rock has eyes. I should know, for I have a pair. No one recognizes me, not even you. I, on the other hand, know you well. You have passed me numerous times yet have not spared me a look. Well, I am nothing but a…

25

Jul

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Himig ng Pangarap

Napuno ng kantahan at tawanan ang sala ng aming bahay. Habang hawak ko ang gitara ay masayang nakisabay ang aking mga kaibigan. Matagal na akong hindi nakatutugtog kaya't lubos kong ikinagalak nang dalhin ito ni Rj upang magpaturo sa akin. Tila ba'y matagal nang hinahanap-hanap ng aking kalooban ang mga…

18

Jul

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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…

11

Jul

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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…