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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

By The Flame Literary

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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

By The Flame Literary

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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

By The Flame Literary

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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

By The Flame Literary

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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

By The Flame Literary

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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…

26

Jun

By The Flame Literary

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The Time Traveler

Today, a memory of my lover Resurfaces, breathes. Her soul awakens, alive within the corners Of a picture. I hold its edges, pinched Between my wrinkled fingertips, I used to touch hers with. At the sight of her image, I hear my heart Its raucous beating piercing through the…

19

Jun

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Tale’s Peak

I pinch one edge and turn it for the hundredth time. It lingers like dust on my fingers: the skyward roller coaster rush of the plot, building butterflies, then coiling my gut into tangles. This tale's peak was chapters ago but the calm descent— perhaps the next page. …

30

May

By The Flame Literary

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Losing Hope

FRANCES MARIE G. IGNALAGA/ The Flame She laid on her bed as the monotonous voice from the recorded lecture filled her silent room. At this point, she could no longer make sense of her professor's words as exhaustion began to weigh her down. She stared blankly at the ceiling, letting…

15

May

By The Flame Literary

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False Victory

The summer heat urged me to steal as it continuously made sweat trickle down my back. As the raging ball of fire governed the skies, its rays hit the enticing bottle of Sprite that was perched on the counter of the sari-sari store across the street. I could not help…