Category: Creative Writing

The Myth of Persephone and Spring

Khushi Tyagi (9) | STAFF REPORTER

Persephone was the daughter of Zeus (King of Gods) and Demeter (Goddess of harvest and fertility). Persephone was a young and beautiful maiden. Her beauty was beyond comparison and description. One day Hades (God of the Dead and King of the underworld) was walking his three-headed dog named Cerberus, when he noticed an attractive maiden playing with the flowers in the Garden. He immediately fell in deep love with Persephone. read more

Take Away the Stuffing

It was going to destroy me. 

Little black orbs, devoid of personality, locked their gaze with mine. The rowdy children around faded away. No matter how long I tried to scare it, to intimidate it with my growls, to put fire into my eyes, it refused to look away. Its arms dangled by its side, hiding no weapons or explosives. A little cute pink ribbon was tied around its neck, flapping in the cooling breeze. As if to hide its true danger behind a layer of innocence. read more

Spilling the RoyalTEA: OTMA (Part 1: The Incipience)

Lillian Mo (10) | EDITOR

We all know that person.  Yes, that person. The hard worker, the teacher’s pet, the most beautiful, the smartest, the most organized.  They effortlessly charm the room with their reserved mystique. If you don’t know this person, chances are you are this person.  Lucky you. You’re the Tatiana of your world.  I like to think of myself as the Maria—obedient but naive, and—especially—a little pudgy. Still not you?  Maybe you’re the resident Olga, the sulky bookworm. Or perhaps the infamous Anastasia (who, spoiler alert, did not survive, despite what the countless adaptations want you to believe): mischievous, inattentive, but incredibly charming.  Regardless, all of the sisters were peculiar and dazzling in their own special ways, and I for one think it’s about time to stop looking at them as unfortunate members of the Romanov family but as some of the people you may know in your daily life. read more

How Music Shapes my Life

Chelsea Wu (11) | STAFF REPORTER

I got my first MP3 when I was in Grade 3, and from then on, I found music is one of the most necessities in my life. Music brings me pleasure and comfort, listening to music helps me focus on my work, as well as reduces my boredom. The best thing about it, is that I can listen to it whenever and wherever I want, just by downloading it on my phone. I play music when I am doing my work, walking on my way back home, after a class, sometimes when I’m asleep. read more

Where would you go first?

Chelsea Wu (11) | STAFF REPORTER

“A key that is able to open every door for you .” This sounds extremely tempting for me at first. Back when I was only 11 years old, I would be willing to pay anything for this key, because my most precious belonging-phone was locked by my parents to prevent me from being addicted to games. However, as I grow bigger, all my “properties ” are under my control, so a master key seems useless now. read more

A Halloween Fright

Aashna Nadarajah (9) | STAFF REPORTER

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The loud music and conversations fade away as I walk home from my best friends’ Halloween party.  My parents aren’t home tonight, and I’m so glad. A night away from my pestering parents and a horror film doesn’t seem like a bad idea at all. I approach my house a couple of blocks away from the party. As I walk up to my front steps, I notice something particularly odd – my door is unlocked. I’m sure that I locked the door before leaving. I brush it off, excusing it with my lack of sleep last night and that I was probably just imagining things. I open the door and kick off my shoes, relieved when I realize my mother isn’t coming home until later. I hop onto my couch when, all of a sudden, I hear a faint knocking sound coming from upstairs. I go up and check to find everything as I left it. I come back downstairs and start watching a movie, trying to avoid the thought of what just happened. “It’s probably just a pesky mouse or something…” , I think to myself. An hour into the movie and I’m drifting off to sleep when a cold breeze runs down my neck. I hear the soft, raspy voice of a woman eerily close to my ear. I open my eyes and see the woman’s wicked face, grey and lifeless, with large black eyes. I scream for help when I see my parents’ car pulling up to the driveway at the corner of my eye. I scream louder and louder for my parents, but it’s no use. It’s too late before I’m gone. read more