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Jan

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Aegis

IT IS vital that people remind those around them that they are important. In today’s fast-paced lifestyle, people are prone to cast shadows of doubt on themselves due to high expectations in the things that they do and the obstacles that they seem to stumble upon. Humans must try to…

20

Jan

By Editor in Chief

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Fire Away

MY FONDEST memory of fire was in a dream, when I saw it roaring in glee as it painted the sky using gunpowder as its ink. Drawing circles, drawing flowers, drawing mushrooms, spirals and the like, it splashed colors across its midnight black canvas. It struck awe and put twinkle…

13

Jan

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Tiger Regalia

JANUARY SIGNALS the return of the Thomasian community to the Royal and Pontifical University of Santo Tomas. With the privilege of belonging and being surrounded by astute and pious saints, may the people display regality that manifests through their acts of genuine kindness toward a world filled with grief. With…

06

Jan

By The Flame Literary

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Kuwitis sa Lansangan

SUPER LOLO. White Bomb. Good bye Earth. Atomic Big Triangulo. Piccolo. Judas Belt. Watusi. Iilan ang mga ito sa mga ipinagbabawal na paputok—ipinagbabawal upang maiwasan ang walang katuturang pagdanak ng dugo. Glock 19, Glock 22—hindi na kinakailangan ng posporo o lighter, ikinakasa na lamang at kinakalabit para paputukin. Tatlong lalaki,…

30

Dec

By Editor in Chief

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Sanguine Tempest

SOME PEOPLE love the rain for various reasons. Some love it when the rain pours and when it interacts with their pores and how it envelops themselves in the cold yet kind touch of droplets stretching into the infinite horizon. Some love the sound of the rain and how it…

23

Dec

By Editor in Chief

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Monday Morning

ROUSED BY a tremor accompanied by a deafening ringing, right below where her head lay rest which disrupted her slumber like raindrops causing ripples on a steady lake, she awakened to the droning of a fan. Almost mechanically if not for its lack of precision, her hand reached underneath her…

16

Dec

By Editor in Chief

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Plastic Horse

“WHAT DO you want to do when you grow up?” His hands shook ever so slightly, but he kept a firm hold on his son as he helped the boy climb the biggest plastic horse in the carousel. The ride has slowly begun, moving in soft circles that made his…

09

Dec

By Editor in Chief

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Point: Of Breaking and Of the Pen

THE FINGERS of the five-year-old me circled around the straps of my backpack so tightly that my knuckles had visibly gone white. My mother spoke gently but firmly. She said education is essential. Going to school would make me a better person; there I would learn, and when I asked…

02

Dec

By Editor in Chief

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Antebellum

IT IS the calm before the storm. The cold howl of December has arrived and it bellows the last few days of the semester. For every student, it hails icy anxiety and pressurizes them to complete every task there is until the finish line. To some, it constricts the hearts…

25

Nov

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Photons Scramble

CHILDREN WERE interesting to watch, he concluded as he occupied a bench by the entrance of the amusement park, waiting. There was something about the way they hugged their parents’ arms and pointed at whatever caught their interest that tugged his lips upwards. So willful, a single-mindedness which by itself…