Category: Creative Writing

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

Emily Yang (11) | STAFF REPORTER

Mary Lynn, 35 years old, a widow. Her past seven years had been but a slow, excruciating deterioration of her individuality. She looked old for her age, prematurely shriveled by the passion of grief. Her face showed an unapproachable solemnity with a burden of sadness. read more

Dane Recaido (11) | STAFF REPORTER

A chill crawled down my spine as I fought back the burning waves of despair that weaved and encircled my heart. It took my breathe away, leaving a dull thrum of the lingering reminder of the loss I let slip through my fingers. I was powerless against it as I watched the burning flames engulf the building with unnerving restraint.  read more

Emily Yang (11)  | STAFF REPORTER

This morning, I fully prepared to be absorbed in my book for the whole ride. Though it was a reread, it was one of my all time favorites.  read more

Dane Recaido (11) | STAFF REPORTER

The jingling of bells reverberated softly around town. Faint beams of lights twinkled around the balconies of the passing houses. A flurry of snow blew in from the east as it gently blanketed the ground.  read more

Angie Yan (9) | STAFF REPORTER

Paisley usually never believed in good luck charms, but her hair ribbon was an exception. read more

Annabelle Wong Hin Sang (10) | STAFF REPORTER

Exactly one year ago, the house on the hill burned down – I think I’m the only one who remembers. read more

Emily Yang (11)  | STAFF REPORTER

I’ve always had something more to do. Another thing, goal, task, place to be. I’ve always known what the next step would be. So you’d understand when I say I’m feeling lost beyond return right about now. My college graduation was three days ago. I was supposed to have some corporate job lined up for me the second I flipped the tassel to the other side. I’ll never forget how I felt at that moment, standing on the stage. read more