Victoria Qiu (9) | STAFF REPORTER
Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep…
1 year, 128 days, 18 hours, 36 minutes. At least, that’s what the clock says.
Dim Lights
Category: Creative Writing
To See Sound (Part 2)
Maggie Huang (9) | STAFF REPORTER
It’s almost 7 pm now, I’m lucky it hasn’t rained yet. I could always tell when it was about to rain; all the sounds would start to sing in a baritone voice. It’s ridiculous how they change the entire mood of a city.
To See Sound (Part 1)
Maggie Huang (9) | STAFF REPORTER
“Follow your dreams,” they said.
“Live your best life,” they said.
Maybe In Another Life
Ella Ascenzi (9) | STAFF REPORTER
I never believed in ghosts, until I became one myself. I recently passed and I am still getting used to the idea of being dead. It is hard at first because you do not remember how you went. You do not remember what you were doing before the passing, or who you were with. You do not know any of the perks of being a ghost until you find out for yourself. Some of the dead do not end up remembering or have an explanation of how they died. As for myself, I remembered what happened to me after 3 months of being a ghost.
Running From Blood
Maggie Huang (9) | STAFF REPORTER
“We are not the same.”
I’m a therapist traumatized by my own childhood. In my experience, people who don’t come from abusive, dysfunctional, or traumatic childhoods don’t even entertain this issue. But to those who are coming for help, I would like to tell you a story. I’ve been telling this story for years. When a breath was taken, I’d begin;
Train of Souls
Rachel Yan (11) | STAFF REPORTER
The lever slid back with a soft click. Travis pulled on the handle, guiding the train while it swung to the left. He settled back in his driver’s seat, listening to the bustle of activity in the train cars behind him.
Footsteps
Rachel Yan (11) | STAFF REPORTER
Darkness and brief flashes of light swirl in my vision. With a gasp, I open my eyes. I am leaning against a wall, cold linoleum tile beneath me. I see shadow cloaked walls leading to a door on the left.
The Mortality Rate of a Power Outage
Rachel Yan (11) | STAFF REPORTER
“When will mom be back?” Joyce asked, walking into the kitchen. She held out her phone. “She only told me she’s left for the meeting. It’s getting dark out.”
Gap Year
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.
In Between Pages
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.