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
another sense
Category: Creative Writing
Puppet Souls
Rachel Yan (10) | STAFF REPORTER
Logan and Keig stood on a beach of finely ground black glass shards. The beach gave way to a sea of darkened gasoline that stretched all the way to the horizon, where the black ocean met an acrid red sky.
Spirits of the Lights
Rachel Yan (10) | STAFF REPORTER
Bettie rested upon the metal bar, looking down at the asphalt far below and listening to the rushing traffic. The darkness obscured her already incorporeal form.
The Bird in the Mirror
Rachel Yan (10)| STAFF REPORTER
The governor paced across his office. He had just done an interview as part of his campaign to upgrade the district’s electrical sector. When asked about reasons for this redesign, what could he do, but spout the usual lines about supporting the environment?
VR
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.
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.