Category: Creative Writing

Ray Chen (10) | STAFF REPORTER

Remember why you are here. The heroes, your allies, had abandoned you when you needed them the most.  read more

I sat in the piano room
and the only light came from
snow’s reflection from outside the window, 
no one, house hibernating humans read more

Rachel Yan (11) | STAFF REPORTER

On Christmas eve, Joseph was sitting on his couch drinking coffee. Suddenly, he heard a noise in his fireplace. He went and bent over to look into the fireplace, and something heavy hit the back of his head. Everything went dark.  read more

Rachel Yan (10) | STAFF REPORTER

Miriam ducked inside the bus stop, shaking out her umbrella. Droplets of rainwater sprayed onto her black dress and shoes. She had declined the offer to go home with her parents. She understood that they should be together at this time. But right now Miriam wanted to be alone.  read more

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.  read more

Rachel Yan (10) | STAFF REPORTER

The client sitting across from Harris was prattling on. “And I feel like they just don’t get me, you know what I mean?” read more

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? read more

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.  read more

Clare Wu (10) | STAFF REPORTER

Yin and yang, night and day. Deep, dark shades of midnight black among the purest of white. Pieces, standing straight and proud, unmoving, unfeeling. A king – To be protected at all costs. The queen – to rule in his place. A board – made of obsidian and ivory, ornate but so much more than just a decoration. read more