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Rock, Paper, Scissors, & You
14
Feb
By The Flame Literary
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Rock, Paper, Scissors, & You

Rock. Rough around the edges, Unyielding and brave. Stubborn and warm, Independent as the sun. Paper. Light, but not weightless, A mind of pure peculiarity. Neither blank nor dull, Always a page of mystery.  Scissors. We, a pair that severs all other cords. When fondled with flattery, You speak with…
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Bihag ng Ampilaw
06
Feb
By The Flame Literary
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Bihag ng Ampilaw

Walang espasyo ang liwanag sa taimtim kong buhay na matagal nang pinalilibutan ng mga saradong bintana. Dilim at tahimik lang ang nais kong kasama, kaya’t matagal na akong lumalayo sa durungawan.  Labis na lamang ang pagtindi ng aking pag-iwas nang makarinig ng isang pagaw na boses galing sa kabila ng…
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Malaya
23
Jan
By The Flame Literary
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Malaya

Nakatago mula sa mundo ang baguhan nito. Niyayakap siya ng mga pader at bawat sulok, nililibang ng pelikulang laman ng bintana, at sinasamahan ng kaniyang anino sa silid. Kaya itataklob ang panyo sa mukha,  pipihitin niya ang busol ng pinto, at lalaya.   Nasa sulok siya ng mga nakatatandang mata.…
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Handa
09
Jan
By The Flame Literary
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Handa

ANDREI JOSEPH DURAN/ The Flame Nababalot ng gulo ang gusali. Nadidinig sa bawat sulok ang nakakarinding ingay ng bawat tao na nag-aaligaga para magbigay serbisyo. Inulan na ng pawis si Dina dahil sa pabalik-balik niya sa bawat kwarto ng ospital.  Dali-daling inalis ni Dina ang mga balot sa katawan at…
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Sa Wakas
02
Jan
By The Flame Literary
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Sa Wakas

Sa wakas, matatapos ang mahabang araw kasama ang umaalab na langit. Nagliliyab ang mamula-mulang ulap ngunit hindi ito repleksyon ng dapithapon; sadyang pinapangatawan lamang nito ang mga dugong dumaloy sa lupa.  Umalingawngaw ang sunod-sunod na putok ng mga baril, at mula rito, sabay-sabay lumipad ang mga ibon— walang iniwan kung…
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Christmas Puzzle
26
Dec
By The Flame Literary
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Christmas Puzzle

The curved edges intertwine, tightly embracing at once. Their merry meeting brings beauty to the chaos as fragments descend to its destiny.   One by one, the spaces fill to blend the Christmas colors. The lights enchant me and I, an eager captive, reach for the last piece: this season’s…
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With a Smile
19
Dec
By The Flame Literary
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With a Smile

I’ve never been a fan of Paskuhan. It heightens my dislike for Christmas— the only time my religious father visits me in hopes to “convert” me. Not acting the way God has created me, I shrink like the sinner that I am, under the magnifying glass of my scrutinizing family.…
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The Light
12
Dec
By The Flame Literary
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The Light

Every Christmas season, I feel empty from the missing member of our family picture. It is only a reminder of the times my mother missed the joys of the holiday.  As I stretch my body, I released myself from the confines of comfort. My heart beats loudly with excitement. I…
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The Gift of Nostalgia
05
Dec
By The Flame Literary
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The Gift of Nostalgia

Christmas is a holiday for children. One may see this in the way the holiday season would move from being a magical time to merely a tradition people are expected to go through every year as they grow older. As a child, all the troublesome notions of the holiday were…
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Dwindle Out
28
Nov
By The Flame Literary
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Dwindle Out

She rubbed her right eye with her thumb before blinking rapidly. Her eyes were starting to hurt from staring at her computer all day.   It was a familiar photo of a girl that caught her attention. Squinting, she leaned closer to the computer’s blinding screen.  The girl in the photo…
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