Angie Yan (9) | STAFF REPORTER
Ever since she was little, Eloise had always felt drawn to the seaside.
Excursions
Category: Creative Writing
Snowfall
Annabelle Wong Hin Sang (9) | STAFF REPORTER
The man turns his gaze to the smoky skies. It’s the same sky he wakes up to, and the same one he sees before drifting to sleep after hours of forcing himself awake. He cups his calloused hands together, holding them out as grey ash slowly drifts towards what is left of their barren planet.
Red
Clare Wu (11) | STAFF REPORTER
The first time, they’re 10, and his pet hamster lies dead on the pavement. There are tire-track blood stains tracing to Casey’s firetruck red bicycle. Casey says that it was an accident, Lucas knows it wasn’t. He cries, but he tells his parents that he lost his hamster. He loved him, but he loves his sister more.
Unanswered Letters
Ahou Naderpour Ardestani (11) | CREATIVE WRITER
I take out a crisp white sheet of paper and start my letter:
Library of the Abyss
Dane Recaido (11) | STAFF REPORTER
In one moment, my feet were firmly planted over freshly-cleaned hardwood floors and the next, a dusty outline of a window appeared below my feet and pulled me down. My hands stretched out, trying to grasp onto a ledge or even a crevice. But my body twisted and tumbled, seeming to bump into every invisible force in the abyss of blue that resembled the depths of the ocean.
Birdsong
Rachel Yan (11) | STAFF REPORTER
The lamp cast a warm golden circle of light over the scattered sheets of paper. I tapped my pen on the wooden desk to a slow beat, trying to focus on the calculations before me.
A Play for Ghosts
Rachel Yan (10) | STAFF REPORTER
“I think we’re late,” Lisa said to Justin as they stepped into the old chapel.
Broken Streetlight
Rachel Yan (10) | STAFF REPORTER
I pulled my jacket tighter as the wind blew. It was late evening already, and I cursed my decision to take the small street that led around the outskirts of town. It was narrow and saw little traffic, with a car rushing by only once in a while at this evening time.
Nightmare
Faceless, a friend of his, has told me not to do it. Although he knows that nothing can sway my determination. It seems like Faceless has knowledge of something that I am dying to know, and therefore, I am even more passionate about entering his dream.
Heroes and Villains
Ray Chen (10) | STAFF REPORTER
“-and with the power of friendship-”
“Boss, he’s been going on about this for a solid 15 minutes now.” My henchman whispered to me.