Literary

Short Story

By Janzoe Mikaella Pablo | August 2, 2022

I stood at the middle of a bridge holding my sword in my hand, below the bridge I looked down seeing the river that flowed under. As I looked at my own reflection from the water, I recognized something else from the past, a person identical to me. There, I started to clearly remember everything that happened.
Poem

By Joseph Paolo Dacop | August 2, 2022

World, cruel yet sustaining, too much venom in my remedyOaths, satisfyingly suffocating bird cage, a beautiful tragedyUtopia, beyond all things, I saw a glimpse of you and meLove, painful drug, tricky misery, rained light on this vast area
Tula

Ni Nino Rafael Zerna | August 2, 2022

Palapit na ang hating gabiBagong araw, bagong mga pagsubok, bagong mga karanasanPunto kung kailan ang ngayon ay magiging kahapon