Maggie Aghababyan (9) – STAFF REPORTER
To all skeptics, parents, or edgy teenagers out there who don’t believe in Santa, the man that brings joy to children all around the world, get a wake-up call.
Category: Creative Writing
Dreams
Mahraeel Tadros (12) STAFF REPORTER
Fairies are not meant to be in the water. The frigid wetness wrapped itself around Gem’s face like an icy snake. She was floating face up at the bottom of a well. She could feel nothing but the snake’s painful grip.
Gone Horribly Wrong
Jessica Ng (11) – STAFF REPORTER
The big day was tomorrow. After long hours and nights of studying, Charlotte was not ready to give up. It had been one of the most challenging university courses she had ever taken and the workload was even tougher. Since it was always her dream to study at this campus as a child, she was happy she could live out her dream. No matter how challenging the obstacles were, Charlotte was determined to exceed the expectations she set for herself.
A Flight of Fancy
Jin Schofield (9) – STAFF REPORTER
She was an observant young girl. Her large, glossy eyes blinked at you with curiosity and innocence, the gentle furrows of her brow displaying a glimpse into her not-so-impressionable mind. Peculiarly, she daydreamed more than she interacted with the world. You could see her unblinkingly gazing off into space every now and then, or possibly staring directly at you. Analyzing you, you were afraid. Memorizing her surroundings, assessing the situation. As she turned to peer, with what must have been longing, out of the frosted window, you could not guess what she dreamt about. She was hardly awake with her eyes open. Where was she when she slept?
Sweet Sixteen
Maggie Aghababyan (9) STAFF REPORTER
Sixteen years old. The doctors told me that’s how old I’ll be when I die. I was still scared.
The Fox and The Rabbit
Madura Muraleetharan (11) – STAFF REPORTER
“Hello?” The world holds still with her. Then she hears it, the beating on the other end. She puts her hand to her heart, and sure enough, it is in sync. She breathes for a minute, or at least she thinks she does, before slamming the phone back down. They couldn’t have known. Three cities, seven houses, and twenty different numbers later, they couldn’t have known. They do though. She looks out her window at the liquid blackness of the night. Not even a star pierces its light down. She shuts the curtains. She turns off the TV and the grey light of it that flickering around the room sinks away. She switches off the lamp and is plunged into the same darkness as outside. She knows what she’s doing is stupid. They know her number. They know where she lives. As if sitting and waiting will push them away.
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I think she knows that though. She knows it, and that’s why she sits and waits. She’s grown very tired, you know. This life of fox and rabbit doesn’t work for her. She doesn’t even bother crouching or hiding. She sits in conspicuous view on her sofa. Then she hears it. The tapping at the side of her house. She doesn’t move to hide. She doesn’t shiver. She moves her hand towards her heart and her body slumps with resignation. The tapping continues, traveling along her house without breaking its beat. It reaches her front door. She hears the knock and still does not move. So I knock again. I can hear her footsteps. She twists open the knob. When the door creaks open, I take in her face. She is tired, but not afraid. In the end, she doesn’t even scream.
Earth 2
Kenley Ho (12) – STAFF REPORTER
I’ve just landed on a new planet.
Around me are various plants that I have never seen before. They take the shape of a tree, but instead of leaves, the branches hold paper that seems to resemble money. There are several of these trees, along with many other never-seen-before flowers.
Hello
Jessica Ng (11) – STAFF REPORTER
“Hello”, said a young boy.
He sat on a wooden park bench beside a brunette girl who was drawing in her sketchbook. She wore a light blue dress with a bow in her hair to match.
Why Do We Long For The Past?
Jin Schofield (9) – STAFF REPORTER
Whether it be last year, last decade, or last century, we long for the comfort of the past. With the present cold and unfamiliar, and the future a frightful mystery, we cannot help but remember the past through rose-tinted glasses. If those of us that yearned so fervently to return were granted their perilous wish, only then would the delicate mirage of our romanticized history crash to the floor.
Crayon Colour to Reflect Myself
Jessica Ng (11) – STAFF REPORTER
The vast collection of colours that can be seen by a person’s eyes alone are truly astonishing. They take effect in our lives every day and bring about great emotion in one’s life, using unique symbolism to illustrate different qualities. For instance, cool colours relate to calmness and warm colours with cheerfulness. The colours I would associate my personality with are turquoise and navy blue. These two colours are my first selection in any situation where I’m able to express colour through my style and passion. Turquoise and navy fit my aesthetic and offer me much joy in my lifestyle.