Category: Creative Writing

Rachel Yan (11) | STAFF REPORTER

Today was his eightieth try to board the plane. 

Jeff had been trying to catch a very specific flight for the past half a year. It happened every 48 hours; the location and departure time always changed, and he had to find the plane anew each time. Sometimes it was in the morning and sometimes it was at night. After every failure, Jeff went back to his motel – he checked in to a new one each week – to plan for the next attempt.  read more

Rachel Yan (11) | STAFF REPORTER

Meghan was roused from her sleep by a series of sharp pinging noises. She opened her eyes to see another pebble hit her bedroom window. read more

Rachel Yan (11) | STAFF REPORTER

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I once had a friend named Arianna.

Is that the right way to start a confession?  read more

Rachel Yan (11) | STAFF REPORTER

The plants rustled restlessly as the door swung open. A pair of feet came into view, descending the stairs. They belonged to a young girl of seven or eight, followed by a boy of the same age.  read more

Rachel Yan (11) | STAFF REPORTER

Every few years in Elias’s village, a young adult between the ages of 20 and 25 would disappear in the middle of the night. The disappearances were normal, and no one was surprised.  read more

Ahou Naderpour Ardestani (11) | STAFF REPORTER

As a paranoid homebody, I was quick to come up with excuses when my friend Sophie asked me if I wanted to join her family for camping. It’s easy to give people excuses, but fully convincing yourself is a bit trickier. The real reason I immediately dismissed the idea was because my life revolves around schedules and worries and to-do lists and a deep, desperate desire for organization. Two days away from home? Without access to my pantry of food, drawers of clean clothes, and pages of lists? Unimaginable. read more

Emily Yang (11) | STAFF REPORTER

2:30 am.

Turning from the clock, I sighed at the open mess of a suitcase before me. I had started packing at around midnight.  read more

Emily Yang (11) | STAFF REPORTER

The chimes sounded as we pushed our way in through the doors. I took a long stride forward into the bookstore. Eyelids drooping, I inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with the scent of dust, paper, and aged book covers. My comfort spot. From behind me, Mavi strolled towards the shelves lining the walls.  read more

Annabelle Wong Hin Sang (9) | STAFF REPORTER

I tug on the brass handle. Chips of paint flake as the door reluctantly creaks open, dusting worn floorboards. A soft square of light forms in the centre of the room as clouds part, revealing a blanket of pink and orange beneath. I step inside, gazing over the attic’s contents when I realise I left a lot more than I remember. read more

Emily Yang (11) | STAFF REPORTER

I understand true growing pains. 

I have endured them to my core, attacking exactly where I am my weakest read more