'A Christmas Wish'
The orphanage was old, far older than the name of the street it stood on. The years had seen countless children within its walls. Some were adopted by loving…
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The orphanage was old, far older than the name of the street it stood on. The years had seen countless children within its walls. Some were adopted by loving…
· 10 MIN READ
A December story inspired by Hans Christian Andersen’s “The Little Match Girl,” following a young ice seller seeking escape, comfort, and freedom.
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The Land Transportation Office–National Capital Region (LTO-NCR) reported Tuesday that it recorded 809 apprehensions in November as part of its intensified…
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Decembers of merry have flown And have left me with but a clone Of something that I once knew But now something that paints me blue.
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I am afraid that I cannot write A happy story⸺imbued with light. For even when I write about the stars, My words find themselves within the scars Of rivers of…
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This creative nonfiction essay was a requirement for my Editing Class as a Literature student at De La Salle University. Contains sensitive themes. Reader…
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Should tonight be my last night, I want to leave you this: Know there's nothing else You could've done. There are no more clues You might have missed.
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Through the trees and through the rain, I run from time unfolding in vain. Eager to escape the hold of the past, And jump to the embrace of the future at last.
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As far as I’m concerned, the first man and woman aren’t named Adam and Eve. No — they go by Mother and Father.
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Isang koleksyon ng limang tula na tumatalakay sa pananampalataya, kaligtasan, at pagsumpa.
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I've read a lot of books ever since I was old enough to know how, and like Chimamanda Adichie, I noticed that the stories I've read were about foreign…
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A woman stands alone at the bus stop. Back slightly crooked, but chin still up high. Strands of silver weave through her dark hair, and her skin catches…
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How does one become significant? How does one transform through creation, connection, and the courage to exist fully⸺even when the world seems too vast, and…
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"And whatever walked there, walked alone." ― Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House
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“But how do you speak to a granddaughter in her dead mother's stead? Can the responsibility to the dead ever be replaced by the responsibility to the living?”…
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"Almost" seems to be a recurring theme in my life. Never quite reaching. Always just barely.
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A poem inspired by "Murder on the Orient Express" by Agatha Christie.
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How do you measure the life of a woman or a man? In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried. In bridges he burned, or the way that she died. ⸺ Rent
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