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In the palm of your hands
09
Jul
By Alyanna Ysabel Sacramento
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In the palm of your hands

by YSABEL SACRAMENTO DELICATE is one of the many words that describe a child’s touch. Soft, fragile, unwrinkled— these portray a child’s touch the best. Similar to the vein pumping from their wrist, all the way to their chest.  Lightly and quietly beating, their hearts are just as fragile and…
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What a person seams
02
Jul
By The Flame Literary
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What a person seams

by YSABEL SACRAMENTO IN EACH passing day, there is a different combination of fabrics seamed together—denim on leather, lace on cotton, lace on silk. Sometimes, there is no fusion. The thread runs along smoothly on the seam line, binding both cotton and lace together. An ambiguous sensation rushing through each…
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To all of our days
25
Jun
By The Flame Literary
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To all of our days

AS THE day starts, my mind impersonates an empty hall. The deafening silence haunts the liminal space.  The passion that was once ablaze within my body dwindles. Truth be told, fatigue has scalded my body as if I was burned down to a cinder. Today is a bit different; after…
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New world
11
Jun
By The Flame Literary
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New world

THE SOFT shimmer of moonlight illuminates the gardens near my village.  They are right; taking a midnight stroll does help soothe my dreadful heart. These last few years of my life in the University were tough but I grew and learned a lot. My diary is a testament to all…
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By me, for you
03
Jun
By Alyanna Ysabel Sacramento
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By me, for you

by ALYANNA YSABEL SACRAMENTO THE SCORCHING heat of the afternoon is enough to make Josephine feel sick throughout her shift, the knotted ends of her pamaypay almost wearing out. It is only a little over the afternoon, but her bones are starting to feel like they could melt and dissipate.…
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Processions by the boulevard
31
May
By Maria Althea Javier
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Processions by the boulevard

by MARIA ALTHEA V. JAVIER SOMEBODY ASKED me if I could sign their uniform as we half-listened to the Father’s sermons. It was a rather lighthearted request, but a compromised nod was all I could give.   As candles lit up the field I once cursed the sun out loud in, I…
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Unsaid farewell
28
May
By The Flame Literary
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Unsaid farewell

by ALYANNA YSABEL DV. SACRAMENTO A WAVE of fear whirls in the pit of his stomach. Just earlier that day, he was walking hand in hand with his mother. For a young boy like Iñigo, getting strayed away from his mother is the last thing he wanted to happen. With only…
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Nanay pa rin
14
May
By The Flame Literary
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Nanay pa rin

by FRANCIS MIGUELL S. STA. ROSA sa anong punto bang ang ina’y ‘di na ina? ‘pag supling ay tao na, o sarili o ina anak pa rin ba? saksi ako sa kaganapan sa kanilang pagsilang  sa madaling araw ng katandaan   pasan ang daigdig, na pinasang mayro’ng tangan nang lumao’y nagsilang…
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Camera log
06
May
By The Flame Literary
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Camera log

by TRIXCY ANNE B. LOSERIAGA THE TENSION pinned us down as the crowd gathered within the vicinity of the incident. The policemen loaded with full gear barricaded the streets, hoping to quench the agitated looks of the citizens. However, it only fueled the citizens' resolve as more people arrived. We made…
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