Victoria Qiu (9) | STAFF REPORTER
Have I ever told you about the train that takes you directly to your soulmate?
Category: Creative Writing
Forget Me Not
By Victoria Qiu (9) | STAFF REPORTER
I’ve always loved the city.
Bustling roads with gleaming street lights, the comforting chaos of navigating the crowded streets. The vendors and their stalls, the little cafés and coffee shops, even the crosswalks littered with everyday items. A pack of tissues, some newspaper clippings, occasionally a hair tie or even a bracelet left on the path.
City of Bones
Annabelle Liu (9) | STAFF REPORTER
The moment I said the word to betray our gods, my heart splintered into fiery embers, heart scorched with some sensation I had never felt before. I took it as a sign of my impending doom.
As I Bleed Into the Sun
Annabelle Liu (9) | STAFF REPORTER
The rustle of the paper are the leaves in the wind; flowing freely, before the gust abruptly halts. They flip to a stop, gazing at the sinking of the sun. All that is around me is nothing but tranquility at its finest form—the gentle rush of the waves filling my ears, the soft grains of sand warming my feet, the trills of the birds echoing through the sky.
Concentration
Victoria Qiu (9) | STAFF REPORTER
I step off the train and sit down on a nearby bench, sighing. Glancing at my watch, I estimate around two hours before the next train comes to the station. Two hours of absolutely nothing to do and no one to talk to.
The Photograph
By Victoria Qiu (9) | STAFF REPORTER
Taylor flipped through her family’s albums at her desk. Pages and pages of photos depicting different parts of their lives chronologically ordered. She turned to the beginning of the book once again, eyes resting on her very first photos. Taylor’s first steps, First words! First time at the zoo. So many other pictures stared back at her unblinking, the ghost of her baby smile forever etched in time. So many memories captured on paper, so many capsules into the past. She wiped a stray tear away before turning the pages, watching her entire life unfold in front of her eyes. Photos of her as a toddler, the birth of her baby brother, and soon everything in her life fell into place. Every moment was documented in this album, every event, every smile.
Perfectly Imperfect
By Victoria Qiu (9) | STAFF REPORTER
Last day of the semester.
Adelaine rushed through the halls of the Academy, desperately trying to stay calm. With her sleek black hair and round glasses, she had been one of the top students for the past few years and was determined to keep that place. Looping her way through many of her classmates, she finally stopped in front of the large bulletin board. In big, bold letters, sprawled across the top of the wall, read EXAM RESULTS.
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.
Waiting For The Bus
Victoria Qiu (9) | STAFF REPORTER
Finally, it’s Friday.
A sigh of relief escapes my lips as the final bell rings. I take my bag, say a hurried goodbye to my teacher, and rush out into the hallways. Not long after, it became a rush of laughter and talking, as more and more people spill out of different classrooms. I grab my jacket from my locker and slam it closed, wishing beyond hope I never need to open it again. I wish.