Cannibalism: horrendous, macabre and extremely unnatural. In the human realm, we assume only outliers, such as psychopaths and cults, engage in the practice. But until recently, we applied this same logic to animal species, and in the process, missed a crucial regular interaction of ecosystems around the world.
Category: Creative Writing
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.
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.
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.
A Halloween Fright
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Monsters
Rachel Yan (9) | STAFF REPORTER
“You don’t need to know anything about his job,” Hawk grumbled. “You shouldn’t know.”
My Legacy
Sherry Shu (10) | STAFF REPORTER
Walking down the St. Robert hallway,
I told myself to smile.
To shout, to comfort, to hug. To give a friendly “hello!” or a “how’s it going?” To tell that one embarrassing story I’ve been keeping in since grade 5, and to goof off as possible with a friend no matter how many people are raising their eyebrows. To pin the corners of my mouth towards the heavens, no matter how much I may feel broken inside.
Afraid
Isabella Pan (9) | STAFF REPORTER
Happiness; just saying this word causes a strange phenomenon. You think of things greater than yourself, of this idea that’s too broad and wild to imagine. It is probably the last thing you would think of when you hear the word “fear”, but it’s really the lack there of that’s truly scary.
This Week’s Article is About…
Raymond Wang(9) | STAFF REPORTER
It is Sunday, October 20, at 10:27. A student named Raymond sits at his kitchen table, pondering what he should write about for his Axiom newspaper. After thinking for a while, he decides to write about Halloween and why he loves to go trick or treating. When he goes onto the spreadsheet to submit his topic, he reads other peoples’ topics and realizes that many of the people have also chosen to write about Halloween.
Midnight Walk
Arthur Ng (11) | STAFF REPORTER
Feet skipping along the road
Feet skipping upon those bloody stones
While screams are in the air,