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.
Footsteps
Category: Creative Writing
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.
Dust
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.
Growing Pains
Emily Yang (11) | STAFF REPORTER
I understand true growing pains.
I have endured them to my core, attacking exactly where I am my weakest
A New Earth
Rachel Yan (11) | STAFF REPORTER
The end of the pickaxe struck something heavy and metallic with a loud clang. William bent to rummage through the layer of dirt. His hand closed around a lumpy piece of sediment, and he drew it out of the dust.
The 80th Plane
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.
On the East Wall
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.
This is not an admission of guilt
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?