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  • LomoLit: Another day under the sun

    LomoLit: Another day under the sun
    Ernie still keeps his old SLR camera by his side when he sleeps. Maybe it’s the kind of affection you give to something that’s been part of you for so long that you treat it as an extension of your overworked human shell.
  • LomoLit: Cleaning up

    LomoLit: Cleaning up
    “You owe me, buddy.” Jay told Amer as he wrapped a frosted glass ashtray in bubble wrap. “You owe me big time.”
  • LomoLit: Just a date

    LomoLit: Just a date
    Ray cradled the bouquet of flowers in his left arm, he just got it from his local florist. Its delicate wrapping rustled in between strides as he made his way to their favorite deli.
  • LomoLit: Trinket

    LomoLit: Trinket
    “I’d like to have a star of my own.” Said the little girl as she gazed at the dark sky one summer. “Why?” asked the boy lying beside her, his brown hair laid comfortably on the soft carpet of grass.
  • LomoLit: The Man of the House

    LomoLit: The Man of the House
    There is a house in a village perched on a hill, overlooking a road that winds down the town below. Ours is a quiet town in a small island surrounded by the Mediterranean waters, but the man living in -- or I dare say, visiting -- this house is never quiet.
  • LomoLit: A Drop

    LomoLit: A Drop
    You write your desire on the palm of my hand I clench my fist, afraid to let it go
  • LomoLit: Slip

    LomoLit: Slip
    Countless lives meet one another at this busy intersection everyday. Some are aware but most of the time, nobody even gives a second glance at things. And in a matter of minutes, three lives intertwine as the traffic lights change.
  • LomoLit: Haze

    LomoLit: Haze
    Orbs of light penetrated the thin skin of her eyelids. They kept on moving sideways - left to right, right to left. Cold air touched her still damp neck.
  • LomoLit: Keepsake

    LomoLit: Keepsake
    This week's LomoLit entry takes on the joys of traveling and different memories and stories with souvenirs from each trip.
  • LomoLit: Flutter (Part 4)

    LomoLit: Flutter (Part 4)
    Losing someone is not always through break ups, over a fight, or text messages. Sometimes, it’s the fleeting moments of indifference that can make a then close proximity into a gaping divide that just ends it all for a relationship.
  • Lomolit: Flutter (Part 3)

    Lomolit: Flutter (Part 3)
    What they had was a beautiful orchestration when looked at from the outside – much like a thunderstorm on a cloudy night with all its forked bolts hitting the ground, or the eruption of a volcano with its fiery display of pent-up force.
  • LomoLit: Flutter (Part 2)

    LomoLit: Flutter (Part 2)
    He had long quit smoking. During the time that he was still churning out smoke clouds like a Wall Street broker in the 40s and 50s, he always felt sorry for the silver paper that came with every pack of cigarette he bought.
  • Monday Moodboard: The Lines We Cross

    Monday Moodboard: The Lines We Cross
    Poetry was never one of my strengths as a writer, but sometimes, verses find a way to squeeze themselves out from the deep recesses of my mind onto paper or a text editor. Seeing one of my old lomographs somewhat prompted me to write a piece of Lomo-Literature, albeit a very random and mediocre one.
  • LomoLit: Sisters

    LomoLit: Sisters
    It all started when the care package that Maggie sent them came in.
  • LomoLit: The Wrong Kind of Color

    LomoLit: The Wrong Kind of Color
    "We need to have more color in our life." Darcy declared one morning as they searched for something to wear.
  • New Magazine Series: LomoLit

    New Magazine Series: LomoLit
    When was the last time you indulged yourself to a nice and delectable piece of prose? Or took a stroll in a garden of full of poetry? Need not worry because this new magazine series aims to give you that literature fix! Find out more after the jump!