Writers' Society

𝑮𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 🤍🕊️

Today, November 2nd, 2025, we gather to remember the souls who have gone before us— our loved ones whose presence lingers in prayer, in memory, in love that time cannot fade. 💫

Let us always remember them through prayer, as we commemorate All Souls' Day. May our prayers light their way to eternal peace, and may their lives remind us to cherish every fleeting moment we are given. 🤍

𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗰𝘀: 𝗗𝗼𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗕. 𝗗𝗲𝗹𝗮 𝗖𝗿𝘂𝘇 || 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗪𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀' 𝗦𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗲𝘁𝘆 𝗢𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗿

𝑨 𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒔
𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐲

Saints Day isn't just about praying to saints, but about reminding ourselves that saints were just like us, sinful, hopeful, faithful, and human. But despite everything they have been through, their faith and hope for God never faltered, for they believed that God would hear their prayers and save them from hardships and sin.

Each saint has their own story and life that was far from perfect. Yet, through persistent prayer and steadfast faith, they believed that God would hear their cries and bless them with the grace to be with Him in heaven—where love, happiness, and everlasting life abound in an unbreakable bond with God.

Let us always remember their stories and the hardships they faced, and let us look to them as role models who inspire us to become better and kinder individuals. 🌿🕊️

𝑯𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔 🎃🕯️

Once, it was Samhain—the night when the veil between the living and the dead grew thin, and fires burned to keep the wandering souls at bay. Then, centuries had woven their way through it: Roman harvests, Christian vigils, whispers of autumn and afterlife. Now, we wear masks not to hide from spirits, but to remember them—through laughter, stories, and a flicker of candlelight in a hollowed gourd.

Halloween endures—not as fear, but as folklore; not as darkness, but as the art of remembering. ✒️

𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗰𝘀: 𝗗𝗼𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗕. 𝗗𝗲𝗹𝗮 𝗖𝗿𝘂𝘇 || 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗪𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀' 𝗦𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗲𝘁𝘆 𝗢𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗿

Today, on October 3rd 2025, as the world celebrates World Teachers' Day, we, the Young Writers' Society, would like to greet our Club Adviser, Miss Alyanna Mae Saga with our deepest gratitude. On your special day, we would like to celebrate not just a teacher, but a mentor who hones our capabilities. You’ve taught us that words hold weight, even when they come out messy or unsure. You’ve taught us that every story has the power to move someone else. More than correcting our lines, you encouraged us to find the heart behind them.

Undoubtedly, if this club was a book, you'd be its spine, as you are the foundation of this very club. You’ve shown us that writing is not simply about filling pages, but about courage — the courage to express, to share, and to believe that our words matter.

We, your Club Officers of A.Y 2025-2026, want you to hear our voices;

President Aki: Happy Teachers’ Day! Our gorgeous Glinda😉💖 Due to unfortunate events, we weren’t able to fully express our love for you yet we will do our very best to at least show you how much you mean to us. Thank you for being our guiding light—shining bright upon us. You have taught us to be joyful, kind, loving, caring, and many more! We greatly appreciate your patience, dedication, and the wisdom you share with us every bonding. You inspire us not only to learn or dream, but to soar without any limits holding us back. If we were to write a book, it would be all about the woman you are. We love you, Ms. Saga! Thank you for making writing feel like home. Yours Truly, Pres;)

Vice President Dorothy: Happy Teachers' Day to our very own Glinda 💕Despite the unfortunate events, we still wanted to show your love for you, as you've went above and beyond for our club. Without you, our club wouldn't be the club it is today. Your patience and passion made me realize that writing is more than a hobby — it’s a way of living. Because of you, I’m no longer afraid of the blank page. You have been more than an adviser to us — you have been the person who never let us settle for less than what we could truly give. We love you very much, Miss Saga! Yours, VPres

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞! || 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬' 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲'𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐛 𝐀𝐜𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲

The Young Writers’ Society successfully had their first 𝑪𝒍𝒖𝒃 𝑨𝒄𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚 on July 24, 2025, with the Young Writers’ Society’s President and Vice President spearheading its activities, with the support of their Club Adviser. Laughter and the creation of new bonds rose as the Young Writers played Charades, Connect the Sentence and a round of Debate.

Lively was the room of the young writers, as they played enriching games and created lifelong memories. May this club acquaintance be the stepping stone for more enriching experience with this year’s new batch of officers for this school year.

𝑴𝒚 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒃𝒚𝒆

I honestly dreaded the club culmination every academic year, because it means letting go of the people I’ve grown a little fond of, and starting anew the next year. I couldn’t bring myself to write my signing off, I didn’t even give a proper goodbye. So this is it, my final goodbye to my family.

Starting the new academic year with doubts that people would even join the Writers’ Society, I thought that I wasn’t good enough for the club anymore, and was about to leave my safe place— my home of 2 years— there was a sudden spark in my life when my best friend (at the time) was going to join the club. Being part of the Writers’ Society Staff for two years (and counting), I’ve made friends, learned lessons, and created memories I’ll carry with me. From the original officers of S.Y. 2022–2023, only two of us had remained. But what we built, and what continues to grow, is something I will always be proud of.

Though our numbers may have dwindled, the spirit of the Writers' Society never did. Each year brought in new faces, fresh ideas, and a different kind of energy that somehow fit perfectly with the pieces left behind. During my presidency, I will admit that despite my busy schedule with my numerous orgs, I always found time to write, as writing has been my solace, my love, and my safe place.

Even if the amount of posts has lessened, I am still glad that we got connected and made friends along the way simply because we are Writers and even two of the Young Writers’ Society members got to join the school publication, such legacy passing down from one academic year to the next.

So, I say farewell, not with a heavy heart, but with knowing that the club has produced fine writers during its academic years. Continue to inspire others, with your endless creativity. :)

͙͘͡★ 𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑩𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑪𝒍𝒖𝒃 𝑨𝒅𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒓, 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝑨𝒍𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝑺𝒂𝒈𝒂 ✮⋆˙

Happy Birthday, Miss Alyanna Saga!

On this special day, the stars align just for you. The constellations whisper your name across the night sky, and the universe celebrates the brilliance you bring to the world. On this special occasion, the universe celebrates you. The constellations gather in quiet awe, spelling your name in shimmering light across the canvas of the cosmos.

You are a rare celestial wonder—
a spark of brilliance, a soul aligned with the stars. Your presence, like moonlight, softens the dark and your light travels farther than you know.

Keep glowing, Miss Saga— the galaxy is better with you in it. ⋆.˚𖦹⋆✮⋆.˚

With that, the Young Writers’ Society wishes to greet you on your special day;

“Happy Birthday, Ms. Saga! 🥳
Thank you for being my club adviser for this S.Y 2024-2025 and for being my beloved class adviser as well! I wish you all the happiness in the world and I pray for you to receive good health and safety as always. I hope you are always reminded by the people around you that you are loved. We all love you, Ms. Saga! 🥹🩵” — Damuag, COP chairman 2024-2025

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISS SAGA!!! Wishing you a celebration of happiness today, miss!!” — Oberes, Muse 2024-2025

“Happy birthday Ms. Saga! God bless and I hope you enjoy your day. I just want you to know that I'm super glad that you were our adviser, and that I enjoyed having you as our club adviser.” — Abellana, Treasurer 2024-2025

“Happy birthday Miss Saga! Hope you have a wonderful and blessed birthday, thank you for all the memories you have made with us in the Young writers club. I hope we all get to see each other again!” — Sabinay, Member 2024-2025

“Happy Birthday to our one and only MVP!

Today, we celebrate not just another year of your life, but the incredible person you are—our guiding light, our mentor, and the heart of our club. We're deeply thankful to have a Club Adviser as inspiring, and dedicated as you. Guiding a group of young, curious, and creative minds is no small feat—and yet, you do it with grace, patience, and a constant spark of encouragement. Thank you for always listening, for trusting in our ideas, and for believing in our ability to lead and grow.
On this special day, we hope you feel the appreciation and admiration we hold for you—because you deserve nothing less than a day filled with warmth, joy, and the same light you bring to us every day.” — Dela Cruz, Dacillo and Dela Cruz Secretary, Vice President, and President 2024-2025

𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈

You tell me that I am the only one, yet your gaze drifts to her direction. There’s no passion in your eyes as your hand touches mine, yet yearns for hers. And yet, even in that fleeting contact, I can feel the yearning that does not belong to me, the silent longing that pulls you toward her like the tide surrendering to the moon.

At night, as I lay in bed, the silence is deafening, punctuated only by the quiet sobs that escape me, my tears soaking into the pillow like ink bleeding into paper— the tears that flow down my cheeks are reminiscent of yours as you dream of her. I’ll admit that I am selfish— in a way that is near possessive, yet my heart aches for when I see you with her in my peripheral vision. Reality is cruel, shattering me each time I catch sight of you and her, lost in a world I will never be part of.

Whispers spread throughout the halls as they saw you and her, my head pounds with such rage and anguish that I forget my place in your life— am I just a placement of the true love you so yearn for, a placeholder of temporary comfort until you can gather the courage to reach for your wildest dreams? I’m a fool for wishing that you’d spend eternity with me, a hopeless dreamer— for hoping that you’d choose me over her.

But yet, in the end, no matter how much love is stored in that shallow space that is your heart, I will never cross your mind as she does.

𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖— 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓.

𝗪𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆 𝗗𝗲𝗹𝗮 𝗖𝗿𝘂𝘇, 𝗗𝗼𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 || 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗪𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀' 𝗦𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗲𝘁𝘆 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿
𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝗯𝘆 𝗗𝗲𝗹𝗮 𝗖𝗿𝘂𝘇, 𝗗𝗼𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 || 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗪𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀' 𝗦𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗲𝘁𝘆 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿

𝐏𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚

On a very swell afternoon, there sat two sisters. One older, wise, and all-knowing, the other only full of despair.

One speaks, “Sister, with the millions of people I’ve witnessed so talented, I could not help but fear that the stars will never be within my reach. If fate was so merciful to grant it, will I finally be able to succeed in my studies so that I could leave this wretched land? Although the time for it is distant, I clutch and grasp for the stars, as though tomorrow is not guaranteed. Passion and talent is littered across this beautiful world, yet how come it has not found its way to me? Oftentimes I worry my arms are too short to hold the stars or that my voice is not loud enough to speak my passion. Or worse, my passion is not enough to give results at par as those I look up to. I am but a child of the stars bound by human capability. My wings were torn before I could fly, I swear by that. I think I could have been something more beautiful. With only four limbs, two eyes, two ears, and one mouth, what could I even accomplish?”

Her older sister laughed and the younger one stared at her dumbfounded, as though she was offended. She shared a moment of vulnerability and the all-knowing sister laughed so easily.

However, before the younger one could retort to the older sister, the latter spoke next.
“My dear sister, you fail to remember that leaving this country is forsaking the soil from whence your flesh had risen, which is also the soil our ancestors had risen from as well and cultivated for our better. You forget, dear sister, that every part of you is made of crushed stardust, descended from the heavens; each one glinting a beautiful shine no other could emulate, and each light has an ambition you once held. Sister, you forget that your eyes twinkle with such passion. No matter how dark you believe it is, the light within you is somewhere in there— you just have to keep looking. You forget that your smile consists of pearls handpicked by Mother Nature who conceived you not so you could be successful in life through a corporate job, but only for the sake that you live life as it is. Sister, never worry that your arms are too short to hold the stars; they are not distant dreams. Look within you and you will realize that you are the stars themselves. From your eyes to your feet, every part is special.”

𝗪𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆 𝗢𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀, 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗔𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮 || 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗪𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀' 𝗦𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗲𝘁𝘆 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿
𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝗯𝘆 𝗢𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀, 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗔𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮 || 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗪𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀' 𝗦𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗲𝘁𝘆 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿

"𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆"

When people realize how they act,
Then it’s like they’re gone they packed,

They don’t see their positivity and worth,
They don’t see why lord made Earth,

They are still stuck in between a confusing world,
And into a ball they’ll curl,

Dust you are and dust you shall return,
But where’s the fire that burns,

They who are man don’t know what comes next,
But I really hope for “they” will be the best.

𝗪𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆 𝗢𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗻, 𝗬𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗭𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗻 || 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗪𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀' 𝗦𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗲𝘁𝘆 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿
𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝗯𝘆 𝗢𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗻, 𝗬𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗭𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗻 || 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗪𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀' 𝗦𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗲𝘁𝘆 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿

𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞𝐬

Don’t adjust for me, don’t act like you care.
You left too easily, like I was never there,
No second thoughts, no weight on your chest,
Just another promise laid to rest.

You swore you’d stay, swore it was real,
But your words were like a script, nothing to feel.
Actions dressed up in a bittersweet disguise,
You smiled so softly while feeding me white lies.

I trusted you, but you chose to be cruel,
Set the game, made me play by your rules.
Now you walk away, careless and free,
While I choke on the wreckage of what you did to me.

Why did you make me feel so bad,
When everything I did for you was good?
I gave you all the best that I had.
Yet you never loved me like you should.

You knew the truth, you couldn’t deny,
You asked my friend, then laughed at my side.
I was never more than some kind of joke to you,
Just something to mock at whenever you wanted to.

I called you out, but you just stared,
Like my words were nothing but thin air.
You acted confused, you faked being surprised,
But I saw the truth behind your round eyes.
Yet, I didn’t fight, nor did I plead for you to stay
I just watched in silence as you walked away.

𝗪𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆: 𝗗𝗮𝗺𝘂𝗮𝗴, 𝗚𝗶𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝗘𝘂𝗿𝘆 || 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗪𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀' 𝗦𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗲𝘁𝘆 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿
𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝗯𝘆: 𝗗𝗲𝗹𝗮 𝗖𝗿𝘂𝘇, 𝗗𝗼𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 || 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗪𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀' 𝗦𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗲𝘁𝘆 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿

𝗠𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀

It's those memories that last forever and stay the same lingering in your head as you wish to go back in time to experience the moments that made you smile the hardest, we know some moments aren't the greatest but you know most of them are the ones that made you shine the brightest.

You hope and pray that your friends stay the same but it's not always like that friends can change but you'll never forget how they made your day, friends are the one you enjoy school with and laugh at loud wondering if the teacher is gonna get you guys in trouble, they are the ones that made all those memories and the ones and one of the many people who support you in life as you hit every big milestone that make up what's you.

And for me, these people are the stars that shine in my life that I remember as happy memories forever throughout my journey in life.

𝗪𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆: 𝗦𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘆, 𝗔𝗹𝗲𝘅𝗮. || 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗪𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀' 𝗦𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗲𝘁𝘆 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿
𝗣𝗶𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆: 𝗦𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘆, 𝗔𝗹𝗲𝘅𝗮 || 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗪𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀' 𝗦𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗲𝘁𝘆 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿