Category: Creative Writing

Doris Hua (10) | STAFF REPORTER

Lord Byron was a highly influential European writer in the late 18th and early 19th century. His satirical and often rebellious pieces caught the eye of the entirety of Europe, his personality and prose charming all. He is well-known to be a literary revolutionary in the Greece War of Independence from Turkey and it is suggested that rebellion movements across Europe looked to his works as a spearhead. Although his name does sound quite fancy, his time was not spent at tea parties and whatever else a Lord does with his spare time. Instead, his personal life was notoriously full of aristocratic scandals, debt, alcohol, and lots and lots of drugs, making the coined title “Bad Boy of the 19th Century” definitely well earned.  read more

Raymond Wang (9) | STAFF REPORTER

A bad quality that I believe can be a good quality is being a perfectionist. According to the Oxford Dictionary, a perfectionist “A person who refuses to accept any standard short of perfection.” People who are perfectionists can not stand being worse than perfect, which can be a bad quality as well as a good one. A person who refuses to accept any standard short of perfection. read more

Arthur Ng (11) | STAFF REPORTER

Crack, crackle, and crunch goes the leaves that I am walking on,

The forest whispers secrets, new and old, time changing from green to gold. read more

Clare Wu (9) | STAFF REPORTER

Shoulders back, chin up. 

“It’s very nice to meet you!” I smile a plastic smile, feeling my face contort unnaturally. I’m trying, really I am, but I can’t live up to society’s standards. My reflection glares back at me, taunting me for everything I’m not. Not sophisticated. Not infinitely cheerful. Not good enough. read more

Isabella Pan (9) | STAFF REPORTER  

To possess a key that could soar through time and space, across galaxies and perhaps even alternate dimensions would be a dream come true. If I were to receive a key that can open any door and gateway, literal or metaphorical, the first place I would travel to would be my childhood.  read more

Sherry Shu (10) | STAFF REPORTER

I’m in the midst of Barcelona, Spain; taking in the crisp sea breeze and the majestic trees swaying above me. 
read more

Rachel Yan (9) | STAFF REPORTER

You take a seat.
Phones away,
binders out
Droning voices,
scratching chalk
Seconds tick away
into nothing,
and nothing

Don’t tap your fingers, 
too loud
Don’t tap your feet, 
too noisy
You trace lazy doodles,
each line wandering with your mind
Don’t look at the clock;
it’ll only make it worse
Just wait
for the bell to ring
(For the bell to save you)
Tick, Tock,
goes the clock
Sneak a peek.
Has it moved?
No, it hasn’t, 
at best it has moved backward
Why is it so slow?

Page after page of words:
Endless black lines, 
curved and looped
A maze of dark tangled walls, 
stretching into the distance
Every curve and point, 
thorns and spikes
You Your whole focus is on the viagra cialis india penis then naturally you will face some difficulties in getting an erection. viagra online in uk You either choose a different route or use the “low” gear. Chiropractic care is referred to as an alternative to levitra no prescription. But, there is a avenue to heal or remedy impotence in guys. http://icks.org/n/data/ijks/1482456493_add_file_5.pdf buy viagra pill read,
your eyes scanning furiously
Like a torn net,  
your mind catches nothing
Look again,
and again
This maze of thorns, 
prickly and sharp 
Hides the meaning from you in its grasp,
as surely as it had hidden the sleeping beauty, 
from her prince

Now, if only you had a sword
But you only have a stupid pencil

Voices around you,
buzzing in the background
Your mind is blank, 
enveloped in the fuzzy blanket of sleep
Tucked in by the warm breeze,
cheek against the cool pillow of the desk
Just close your eyes for a second-
you’ll open them again
Your last thought is of witches and dragons…

“Wake Up!!” read more

Khushi Tyagi (9) | STAFF REPORTER

A desire that keeps you going.
A wish you believe in.
An expectation that brought you here.
An ambition you treasure.
An aim that satisfies you.
A plan that you designed.
A dream that you yearn.
A longing that brings you pleasure.
A voice that tells you to try.
The explanation to why you get up after you fall.
The reason why you wipe your tears.
From that desire to that reason,
is none other than,
the hope you retain and foster inside.

read more

AASHNA NADARAJAH (9) | STAFF REPORTER 

A world full of colour enters my eyes. The bright sunlight shines on my face, while the grass, as green and rich as ever, brushes against my skin. The trees, so grand and strong give me shade as I lay down and rest on the ground. A butterfly sits on my hand as I think of the precious world I live in… All of a sudden, I wake up to the smell of smoke coming from the neighbouring factory outside my house. I climb out of bed and look outside my window. It’s hot and the skies are grey. The grass in the fields aren’t green, but dead and brown. The word “animal” seems to be foreign to the people outside. What I saw in my dreams was just that – a dream, and I long to go back. I let out a heavy sigh as I stand near my windowsill and walk out of my bedroom. read more

Doris Hua (10) | STAFF REPORTER

We travel centuries back to the year 1800s, in The Glorious Country of Red, White, and Blue, aka The United States of America. Now you would be surprised at what was flourishing in abundance in those days: was it fries? A staggering, rising rate of obesity? The grammar mistakes of a very, very, very, orange president? NO!  read more