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The Statue

The Statue
There was a statue of a child in front of him. He had a globe on his hand and a scepter on the other. He wore a glamorous red vest with sequins on its neckline. His hair was rather curly.

“There it suits you right. The little Sto. Niño wasn’t naughty when he was young. You be real good now and pray for the forgiveness of your sins.”

It was his mother scolding him for he had broken her glasses. He didn’t notice it on the sofa and it was crushed for he sat on it.

He thought of why he needed to ask forgiveness to a statue of a child. He remembered the story of the Sto. Niño from their lesson in school. Instead of praying, he thought of how it would’ve been if there were no statues to kneel at when he gets scolded at home.

Then he felt insulted when he saw its smile.

“The Statue” entails a possible indifference that the early receivers of it were likely to have had felt.

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In the Hospital Ward

The door creaked as the doctor entered the room. She went to the section draped with green curtains. Then I heard her say, “You should learn to accept it now. You just have to think of those who love you.”
She was saying this to a beautiful young girl, whom I had seen only once when the nurse drew apart the curtains covering her bed, in a tone freed of sympathy. I heard her sob.
This room we share gave no sign of hope. Its walls painted white foretell the future we await- based from the doctor’s prognosis. The crucifix hung on it only reminds me of what is going to happen.

This piece suggests many reactions from different readers. And I myself would want to know their answers to this question: What does this mean to you?I want to know how this episode affects a reader.

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The Scene outside My Window

The luminous moon
against the night sky
showing elegance
amidst the darkness
towards the shimmering stars,
who lose their existence,
to the fullness
and beauty of
its borrowed light.
And I amazed
At such episode
In that chill, silent night.

Like in dreams being interpreted this piece entitled “The Scene outside My Window” is open for the interpretation as psychoanalysts look upon the work based on the writer and beyond what he/she is trying to say. In its means this entails that all the psychological aspects of both form and content are looked upon. And in this piece,I want to say how nature creates such wondrous expressions(“,).

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Luck Coin

A five- centavo coin
Glistened
Among the cobble stones
He thought,
Too small
to pay the bills,
And even not enough
to buy anything.

Nobody was around
that sunny morning
except himself.

He bent down
picked it
stood straight
and slid the coin into his pocket.
Then he brushed his wrinkled suit with his hand.

In Marxism, everything is a commodity and so is a five centavo coin for a wealthy businessman.

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My Brother’s Toy

The little girl looked at her older brother playing with his toy cars.
She held a stuffed doll on her hands. She was about to go upstairs when she felt her brother’s hand reach out to her.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“I’m going to mom’s room. I heard her shouting.”
“No, you shouldn’t go there. Dad will be angry.”
“But I want to. I want to tell her to buy me a toy car too.”
“No she wouldn’t buy you any. Stay here!”
She cried.
Her brother wouldn’t let her so she just seated herself in a low chair and threw her doll to the corner. Her brother smirked at her.

In this piece, I want my to show binary oppositions that are also part of the system of language in structuralism. It reveals some the “cognitive models” of reality.

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