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Jul

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Garden of Memories

by TRIXCY ANNE B. LOSERIAGA I remember how we used to worry, every time we arrive late. The guards who always smile at us, and look after us, while we listen to the humming of birds. The fire trees that once danced with us, every time we walked past…

16

Jul

By Ghemarie Labsan

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Afterglow

I TURNED my laptop off. I was rubbing my forehead as I heaved a sigh. Another Zoom meeting would have made my knees buckle. Suddenly, I heard a tapping on my window followed by a pitter-patter on the rooftop. Why was the sky the darkest it had been in years? …

09

Jul

By The Flame Literary

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Pagkikita

SA TUWING sumisikat ang araw, tila isang mahika ang dala ng iyong mga ngiting nagpapainit sa malamig na hanging bumabalot sa ating bangka. Tuwing sumasagwan ako sa bayan upang makipagsapalaran sa pangtustos sa pamilya natin, parang musika naman ang tunog ng iyong mga tawa. Tinig mo lamang, bunso, ang nagpapakalma…

25

Jun

By The Flame Literary

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Beneath the Searing Light

He stood at the shed, waiting for his ride. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he looked at his watch. Tapping his fingers, he sighed, “Pahirapan na naman.” He felt a vibration from his pocket and instantly knew he would be scolded again as he saw several messages from his…

19

Jun

By The Flame Literary

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In Reminisce of You

Papa, I still remember that day when I saw you again. My stomach was churning over that unfamiliar place—filled with passengers roaming with their baggage from left to right. Bright lights encircled the place and sounds of repetitive voices echoed from afar. Ever since you left, I kept on…

10

Jun

By Fatima Baduria

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March away

By FATIMA B. BADURIA You marveled at the Arch the first time you saw it. It was a rather long walk from España to St. Raymund’s, but you loved the stroll beneath the trees. The day before, the thought of doing that had been surreal. The pulse in your chest…

20

May

By The Flame Literary

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The Rain’s Soliloquy

by ABIGAIL M. ADRIATICO My presence is known to all, long before I arrive. Each step I take leads me further away. I like to think that they know I will come on days they least expect me to. Yet, I could already see their scowls from a distance—…

08

May

By The Flame Literary

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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…

29

Apr

By The Flame News

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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…

16

Apr

By The Flame Literary

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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…