A headset was removed from my head. I blinked, and a person gradually formed in front of me.
“How was it? It’s pretty realistic isn’t it?” the person exclaimed.
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Category: Creative Writing
Stone
Ray Chen (10) | STAFF REPORTER
“Hurry up, John.” Mark was looking back, waiting for me to catch up. We had gone hiking for an hour, and I was already starting to feel the beginnings of weariness. I jogged up to him and we started walking again.
windpush
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
The Taxi Driver
Rachel Yan (10) | STAFF REPORTER
The man had been standing on the side of the road, a barely distinguishable shadow against the night. When Jim had pulled up to the curb, he had gotten into the car silently. He spoke only the name of their destination before they started off. They drove through the city streets without a word, while the man’s black jacket dripped rainwater onto the car mats.
The Ritual Department
Rachel Yan (10) | STAFF REPORTER
Chandler sat inside the hidden Ritual Department branch of the airport. Only the higher ups of the airport and its department of magicians had access to it. He was about to refill the materials for his potions in preparation for his next ritual when an assistant rushed in.
The Tenth Dentist
Ray Chen (10) | STAFF REPORTER
As I walked into the testing room, the buzz of conversation stopped. Out of respect or fear, I cared not. I only wanted to get these rounds of tests out of the way.
Vengeance
Ray Chen (10) | STAFF REPORTER
Remember why you are here. The heroes, your allies, had abandoned you when you needed them the most.
Sight
I sat in the piano room
and the only light came from
snow’s reflection from outside the window,
no one, house hibernating humans
All I Want for Christmas
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.
At the Bus Stop
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.