Literary

My Sweet Bita
22
Dec
By Isabell Andrea Pine
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My Sweet Bita

By ISABELL ANDREA M. PINE EDITOR'S NOTE: This piece is one of the works in a five-part series in line with the Dapitan 2019 theme Insureksiyon. All works that are part of the series are written by the Flame's Letters staffers. MY EARLIEST memories of my grandmother are her giddy…
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One hundred-peso bill
22
Dec
By The Flame Literary
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One hundred-peso bill

ALONG the streets of Divisoria lie a mother and a son curled together against the cold morning breeze. Before the sun begins to rise, the little boy squirms out of his mother’s embrace to start his morning rounds. After kissing his mother goodbye, he grabs the materials he needs for…
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Picturesque
15
Dec
By The Flame Literary
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Picturesque

I LOOK down from my vantage point. Amid the dimmed lights, there is only darkness, which pales in comparison to the city skyline dotted with specks of yellow and white. From a distance, I hear the faint tune of a Christmas song. Beside me, my camera lies at rest. Silence…
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The Warmth of Christmas
09
Dec
By The Flame Literary
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The Warmth of Christmas

The chilly December wind made him frown. It reminded him of the old days when he still associated the month of December with warmth; the kind of warmth that made him recall what home was like: far from the honking cars, the blinding city lights, and the bustling of busy…
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The Barriers of Control
01
Dec
By The Flame Literary
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The Barriers of Control

THERE ARE structures of authority that do not only lurk within the walls that forbid rebellion, but also posit the horrors of what the elements of control can inhibit society from doing. These borders continuously control individuals whose bodies have turned into docile subjects of dominance. They are not locked…
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All Longing for Death
28
Nov
By The Flame Literary
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All Longing for Death

IN AN empty room, there laid a girl whose heart beat slowly. She was all skin and bone, and her face was a painting of emaciation. She waited for Death to come, and excitement flooded her when the air inside the room turned ice-cold. This was the fifth time he…
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The First Step
23
Nov
By The Flame Literary
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The First Step

THE SWARM of pedestrians comes to take you away while I look on powerlessly. They leave me standing alone at the end of the lane, stewing in my own emotions. A newfound feeling settles deep within my chest: it is something as obscure as the impending darkness of the night,…
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Vigilance
13
Nov
By The Flame Literary
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Vigilance

THE JEEPNEY was almost empty. I was dead tired and eager to arrive home. The journey was quiet. Nothing was out of the ordinary, yet I felt bothered when I sensed two heavy eyes staring at me. They were from a man sitting on the other side. My mother has…
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