The day Santa died (and the magic that remained)
As a child, magic was everywhere I went, especially when I was with my younger sister and our cousin, who lived with us in our early years. We were as thick as…
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As a child, magic was everywhere I went, especially when I was with my younger sister and our cousin, who lived with us in our early years. We were as thick as…
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Love does not come When a rose blooms, And warmth spreads Across cheeks—watercolour Painted by a caress of the Fingertips.
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Lumunok siya, Hibla ng damit, Unti-unting hinila Mula sa kamisetang Matagal nang Nalalanta, para Tumahimik, kumakalam Na sikmura.
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Clasped hands. Not in prayer. But in the ritual of humiliation. Of being worth something only if you are on your knees, doing anything you can to survive.…
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"Because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand." ― Margery Williams Bianco, The Velveteen Rabbit
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The country’s longest-running writers workshop is now accepting submissions from promising writers who want to hone their craft and sojourn in the newly…
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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…
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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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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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The Diamond Jubilee celebration honoured generations of Filipino writers, judges, and visionaries who have shaped the country’s literary heritage.
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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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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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