Category: Creative Writing

Vicky Shi (9) | STAFF REPORTER

I’m floating in an endless expanse of space.

I’m falling down from the roof of the apartment. read more

Elaine Chang (11) | Staff Reporter

“Why don’t you go up and clean the attic?” My mother suggests after another stream of my insistent complaints. “You might find something you like.” read more

Luana Wu (9) | STAFF REPORTER

A man was leaning against a lamppost. He held a burning cigar between his fingers, and a hat pulled low over his face. He was dressed all in black: black pants, black shirt, and a black jacket. He casually stood with one ankle crossed over the other. He looked like trouble, as if his attire wasn’t a good enough hint.  read more

Paria Shahir (9) | STAFF REPORTER

I strolled down a pathway of leaves, hand in hand with the wind. This valley, secluded from the rest of the world, is formed from opposite rows of trees, standing as fleets moored to the earth and unshaken against the herald of battle ushered in by the breeze. As I drifted down carelessly, a gust of frenzied wind sprung from behind. The wind, once my companion, snaked its way out of my hand, and right then, whispered the news of a distant deluge approaching from above. read more

Raha Rejali (12) | STAFF REPORTER

My dearest Alex,

From the way you smile, to the way your gaze softens when I laugh, there is something about you that is not quite like anything I’ve ever seen. When you hold my hand, it feels like the threads of all my wounds are pulled shut. Every nerve in me lights up, just like your eyes do when you talk about what excites you. read more

Elizabeth Rossi (11) | STAFF REPORTER

I don’t know my name or face anymore. I can’t remember how or when it happened. I don’t even know if it did. I can’t remember the beginning or the end. read more

Paria Shahir (9) | STAFF REPORTER

Hiding under the desk, wondering how I ended up here, I’m so tall I must slide into a position with my chin touching my chest. Looking up, I see the fuzzy bottoms of my drawers gnawing upon me, and those strange metal rods that seem to make drawers work and whirr. read more

Raha Rejali (12) | STAFF REPORTER

I sat in the chairs, denying every man who asked me for a dance. There was just no way I was going to give my mother the satisfaction of smirking at me and insinuating that I would one day marry whoever it was that I would dance with. I drank my sparkling champagne, and I could feel almost every man’s eyes on me. Did I happen to mention that I was an heiress? Yes, to a hotel chain. Our last name was known worldwide, and everyone decided that they wanted to put a ring on my finger from the minute I stepped into the room.  read more

Elaine Chang (10) | Staff Reporter

Anticipation like nothing else runs prickles along your body, your pulse battering against your skin, trying to escape its confines. read more

Elizabeth Rossi (11) | STAFF REPORTER

The hallucinations were the same as always. The same three-eyed felines and one too many winged birds slinking between the branches outside her window, singing away. Pollen and dust clouded the creases of her walls and furniture in a hydrodip smog. Her hands wove around the stem of one of the cocooned buds, too young to flower. The plant couldn’t help its innate hunger to spread, seemingly starved and equally as determined to leave no surface within the basement untouched.   read more