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Jul

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Moonbow

photo by SYRAH VIVIEN J. INOCENCIO THE LUMINANCE of the radiant sun collides with the water leaking from the formless smoke of air, creating a multihued semblance of spectacular colors. Consisting of varying colors and hues, a perfect bow washes the firmament with gentleness: an optical illusion in the skyline…

01

Jul

By The Flame Literary

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Cariño Brutal

FOR DECADES, fast food chains have warmed the hearts and stomachs of those who walk through their doorways. People’s eyes gleam with an impulse to devour what they find delectable and these restaurants have always given the taste that the masses long for. The visage that they maintain has always…

23

Jun

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Midas Touch

photo by KRISTELA DANIELLE S. BOO Once, there was a king named Midas who wished for everything he touched to turn into gold. However, his greed quickly became regret when this wish cost him the person he cared for the most. Nevertheless, his ravenous desire for gold remained his version…

17

Jun

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Juxtaposition

photo by KRISTELA DANIELLE S. BOO THE FILIPINO people observe the valiant effort that their ancestors gave to gain the long-sought liberty from the shackles of oppression and colonization. The flag of the nation oscillates in the air freely, boasting its bright colors for everyone to see. Lately, however, the…

10

Jun

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Asphyxia

photo by KRISTELA DANIELLE S. BOO Life is undoubtedly full of tribulations, and sometimes they act as the levers of contraptions that compress the neck, prohibiting people from breathing. The pressure mounts into a spasm, immobilizing the body for prolonged periods of time when people express the inability to cope…

10

Jun

By The Flame Literary

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Marching Forward

photo by ANA BARBARA S. SAN DIEGO THE GRADUATING seniors of the Faculty of Arts and Letters move in synchronization with the marching forward of time as the moment draws near when they march towards the finish line of their college program. They will come towards the stage with all…

28

May

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Fire Flowers

THE FIREWORKS looked almost like blossoming flowers as they set off in the sky. Blooming, wilting, falling away—repeat—one after the other, three at once, two at once, one at a time. As I stood among my friends, in the middle of the field where we once played alongside, and sometimes…

20

May

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Standstill

TWO WEEKS. It was only two weeks left before graduation, but none of us really looked like we had absorbed it yet, or grasped the idea of finally having the diploma we have worked for for the past four years. Miguel and I sat on the bench overlooking the field’s…

05

May

By The Flame Literary

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Dusk or Dawn

IT DOES not matter. For every time the lights go out, they will go on again. Whether it is after having just opened my eyes or just about to close them, it will still be the same thing I will be seeing, the same memories playing in my mind, like…

28

Apr

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Modern Tin Man

HIS EYELIDS opened abruptly and his eyes started blinking mechanically. He turned to the clock and calculated how much time he had lost from being asleep. His forehead creased when he realized that he lost almost half of the day. He dragged his heavy feet to the ground, and he…