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Faceless, a friend of his, has told me not to do it. Although he knows that nothing can sway my determination. It seems like Faceless has knowledge of something that I am dying to know, and therefore, I am even more passionate about entering his dream.
Ma and I love having different currencies. Whenever she came back from supermarkets, she would swear loudly about how she’s been slain by the prices. She complained about an apple priced at six. Every time I had to ask her five consecutive questions before she finally admitted that it’s six yuan, not six dollars. I thought so. She was a person smarter than the super-marketers, graduated with accounting degrees, much more big-brained than people would imagine her to be. Marketers don’t stand a chance with her. She loves Zhan-Pian-Yi: taking advantage of discounts and cheaper stuff. I am not speaking ill of her, because Zhan-Pian-Yi could sometimes be of great quality, but gosh it was annoying when she complained about prices. She hated the price but bought five apples. Who’s being a hypocrite?
Whenever I am sitting in the basement
with eyes fixated on the computer screen
my ears will begin twitching, and that’s probably because of
toilet rush, kitchen cut, and the cars collecting neighborhood trash
Oscar Sun (10) | STAFF REPORTER
Thought I could’ve met you outside
that’s why I go around the square.
The push I feel immediately, seeing how much
you’ve hated me but we both know it’s vain and
I will be in around your embrace eventually
I sat in the piano room
and the only light came from
snow’s reflection from outside the window,
no one, house hibernating humans
Oscar Sun (10) | STAFF REPORTER
“Oh, then what is a Goblin? And why are you telling all of this to me? Aren’t you afraid that I may expose your secret?” I retorted, “and I am sure you found the wrong person. It cannot be me. I am not an unusual person. I am all too common, you won’t find me in a crowd.”
We were reaching the center of Central Park. “Goblin was a noun which you don’t need to understand, and-” he stepped aside like a gentleman, extending his hand directing me to walk forward, “one of my abilities is to erase people’s memories. If you are not my lover I could just erase your memory easily. Also for your information, just now there was a crowd of people flowing past you across the street, and I recognized you immediately. You are unusual.” Now he began staring at me again. I noticed something sorrowful behind those curves on his cheeks. I walked forward because of the irresistible plea of those curves.
Oscar Sun (10) STAFF REPORTER
Oscar Sun (10) | STAFF REPORTER
Robert has been sitting in this café since morning. It’s evening now. The waiter has switched four times because it’s Christmas Eve and everyone wants to spend more time with their family. When the fifth waiter comes to replace the fourth, Robert can distinctly sense the tones of disdain in their conversation. Of course, who would want a customer stuck in their cafe the whole Christmas Eve?
His last moment is coming. I can sense it. I’ve been at his bedside, together with his family members. Although of course, they can’t see me. His family members have been in this spiraling depression for nearly two weeks, but I can’t help feeling cheerful. Some part of this is selfishness, but I believe that there isn’t a single soul that can resist the urge to speak with their lover, after being separated for fifty years.
Hello everyone! My name is Oscar Sun, and I am a grade ten student at St. Robert. This year I am thrilled to be one of the creative writing reporters!