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17

Aug

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Mumunting Hiling

NOONG ako ay bata pa, imahe mo ay siyang dinasalan. Lumuhod ako sa iyong harapan, at nanalangin para sa iyong pagdinig ng aking mumunting hiling. Maliit lamang ito na bagay — isang bagong laruan. Ayaw kasi ako bilhan ni nanay, kaya ikaw muna ang inasahan. Sa aking pananalangin, mahigpit ang…

11

Aug

By The Flame Literary

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Lagusan

MASASAYANG ingay at tawanan ang sumalubong sa akin paglabas ko ng fakultad. Daan-daang estudyante ang nakaabang at nakapila para dumaan sa arko. Tumungo ako papunta sa kanila, nagbabalak na makisingit sa makikipot na espasyo ng kanilang pila. Mayroon akong pupuntahan, at sila ay nakaharang sa daan. Sa aking pagbagtas, tanging…

03

Aug

By The Flame Literary

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Stuck

It was that time of the day when the roads were scarcely bestrewed with vehicles and people - when the morning light has just manifested into the streets. He hopped onto his bicycle and proceeded to go along his usual day. As the day progressed, the peaceful streets he was…

27

Jul

By The Flame Literary

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Torrential Truth

AMID the crowd of supporters on that rainy day, I stood out. I was soaked from head to toe while others enthusiastically held on to their umbrellas. As I made my way in the rambunctious crowd, I heard raised voices of support for a man covered in blood, fear, and…

23

Jul

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Mumunting Puwesto sa Recto

SA isang magulong kalye, tahimik kong pinapanood ang mga taong dumadaan. Minamasdan ko ang kanilang pananamit at pagkilos - pati na rin ang bawat hakbang. Sinusuri ko ang kanilang mga mata para sa bahid ng interes tugon sa aking inaalok. Kaya kong tumupad ng pangarap. Mula sa aking mumunting puwesto,…

13

Jul

By The Flame Literary

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Realizations in the Rain

THE weather took a hard turn the moment I climbed into the seat. Despite its inconvenience, it still seemed to be perfectly-timed. On days like these, my favorite way to pass time is to observe the raindrops cutting tracks down the window pane. Silently, I wonder which one of them…

07

Jul

By The Flame Literary

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Under the Rainbow

ACCEPTANCE was a foreign sensation. Instead of a warm hug on a rainy day, the acceptance I longed for came with a slap on the face along with words so vile that it pierced through the remaining sanity I had. Fear slowly crawled into my consciousness; it swallowed my very…

07

Jul

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Big Times Behind

HE dreamt of going fast. His fantasies always had him riding at a breakneck speed. It did not matter where, whether on horse, bike, or vehicle; all he wanted was to leave his small, idyllic hometown. His mind turns to Manila and its bustling city lights and urban lifestyle. At…

13

Apr

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Voice of the Past

HE sweeps his eyes over the vast expanse of the park before him. Lofty trees enclose its edges; lush green grass near the monument complements the bright blue sky. The wideness of the park’s space draws the pigeons in, much to the excitement of little kids and adults alike. He…

13

Apr

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Roads to be Taken

OFTENTIMES we find ourselves desperately grappling at the edges of life in buzzing fear or anticipation of whatever it plans to launch toward us; maybe, it is the other way around: we are the ones catapulted abruptly at wherever point that life deems fit. Either way, we are left in…