Category: Creative Writing

Arthur Ng (11)

In darkness there is light,

With heaven there is always hell,

With water there is fire,

Where there is air, there is always earth.
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Isabella Pan (9) | STAFF REPORTER

I find it in the tiny moments
A split second in time’s reign.
When the sun breaks through,
The maple leaves
Casting dancing patterned shadows.
When our laughter plays like tinkling bells
Our little kingdom’s own anthem.
When we lie on mother nature’s back
And tell each other tales we dream of. read more

Rachel Yan (9) | STAFF REPORTER

Jasmine stood in a corridor lined with doors. Other workers were entering and exiting their own doors.  read more

Rachel Yan (9) | STAFF REPORTER

Sheila woke up. Just like it had every day she’d been there, the room was gently shaking. A mechanical hum reverberated in her ears.  read more

Isabella Pan (9) | STAFF REPORTER

I started planting flowers, 

fields and fields of them. 

Its colours ever so vibrant,  read more

Doris Hua (10) | STAFF REPORTER

Travelling through these mountains was a troop of young Polish men, who were displaced and thrown around Europe due to the shifting alliances of World War II. These individuals were separated from their family when they were sent to camps in Siberia at the start of the war and then released in 1941 when Germany changed its mind about not attacking Russia… by attacking Russia.  read more

Khushi Tyagi (9) | STAFF REPORTER

“I’ll do it later." me said.
The other me objected,"Why not now?"
Me 1 suggested,"After a minute maybe?"
"But why not NOW?!" repeated the second me.
Me 1 replied,"Cuz, we can do it later!"
"Let's just get it done."
"No can do."
"Kindly explain your logic to why."
"If we can do it after,
why do it now."
Me 2 sighed "You would be wasting the SAME amount of energy both times."
The first me frowned. "Where did energy come from in this".
"Energy is everywhere." Me 2 acknowledged.
"It's not in space." Me 1 teased
"YES IT IS! Just a different sort".
"Well, I have no energy to argue about this right now" Me 1 yawned.
Me 2 snickered, "I have more energy than you."
"Says who. I have all the energy of space in me."
"Wha- that's not. UGHH. The energy in space is infinite. SPACE ITSELF IS INFINITE!!" Yelled me 2.
"Says who?"
"Says me!!"
"Well, you says wrong."
"How so?" Questioned me 2.
"Cuz, it's not like you said spaces. You said space. So one space and hence not infinite"
Me 3: "Feel free to explain how you started on doing later to english grammar of countable and uncountable words?"
Me 1 and 2, "WHERE DID ENGLISH GRAMMAR COME FROM!?!?!" read more

Isabella Pan (9) | STAFF REPORTER

Music has been with us every step of our life; from lullabies and nursery rhymes to hard metal and mumble rap… it grows as we grow, evolves as society evolves. It’s the one universal language we all speak and understand… yet it’s really just a unique puzzle of blatant sound and noise. From polished productions to mindless subconscious humming to the sound of raindrops on the sidewalk- it’s all music! It follows us everywhere we go, from the rain to the rainbow. read more

Clare Wu (9) | STAFF REPORTER

“Is this all just a game to you?” she sobbed, tears dripping down her face.
H.E was silent for a moment. “Yes”
She looked at him, fury and pain twin flames in her eyes.
“Everything we had?” she whispered, her voice cracking “all the stolen moments, the hours spent alone – It was all just a game to you?”
H.E schooled his face into impassiveness. “This started as a game, Ava, and it stayed one. I never promised you more.”
 “And what about me? What about what you promised me?”
“You made me, Ava – we both knew it wouldn’t work. I’m tired of pretending, and I’m done with your crocodile tears.”
On the table, a timer goes off.
 He turns, his hand already moving to pause it, when he felt her grab him, pulling him towards her.
“Oh, no” She snarled, her eyes wild, drying tears on her cheeks “No matter where your heart belongs, we are going to finish this”
“Ava-” he tried. “Ava, I thought we were over this. It’s just a game”
“Yes, it’s just a game. But it could be so much more. This is the Utopia that men can only dream of! This is the work of the Gods themselves. It’s almost done, H.E, how could you do this now? Don’t you want to be perfect? Don’t you want to help? Isn’t that what you blabber on and on about every day? We could help with this, H.E – we could save the world!”
H.E stared at her in horrified silence, realization slowly dawning on his features. In the background, the beeping went on, but this time, neither of them made a move to stop it.
“You’re insane,” he muttered, “Delusional. This would break apart life as we know it. I’m sorry Ava, but you need to be stopped.”
He reaches behind him, and she shoved a shelf over, shattering crystal pieces of glass. Lunging for him with that desperate, crazed light in her eyes.
“NO!”
H.E watches sadly as his friend, his owner, his creator tumbles onto the thorns, painting blood red roses and crystal clear ice across the floor. H.E pulled the wires that connect to his heart, one by one – red, blue, black. His life source. His heart flickers once, twice, and H.E collapses. Dead. read more