Category: Creative Writing

Oscar Sun (10) | STAFF REPORTER

Thought I could’ve met you outside
that’s why I go around the square.
The push I feel immediately, seeing how much 
you’ve hated me but we both know it’s vain and
I will be in around your embrace eventually  read more

Rachel Yan (10) | STAFF REPORTER

The man had been standing on the side of the road, a barely distinguishable shadow against the night. When Jim had pulled up to the curb, he had gotten into the car silently. He spoke only the name of their destination before they started off. They drove through the city streets without a word, while the man’s black jacket dripped rainwater onto the car mats.  read more

Rachel Yan (10) | STAFF REPORTER

Chandler sat inside the hidden Ritual Department branch of the airport. Only the higher ups of the airport and its department of magicians had access to it. He was about to refill the materials for his potions in preparation for his next ritual when an assistant rushed in.  read more

Ray Chen (10) | STAFF REPORTER

As I walked into the testing room, the buzz of conversation stopped. Out of respect or fear, I cared not. I only wanted to get these rounds of tests out of the way.  read more

Ray Chen (10) | STAFF REPORTER

Remember why you are here. The heroes, your allies, had abandoned you when you needed them the most.  read more

I sat in the piano room
and the only light came from
snow’s reflection from outside the window, 
no one, house hibernating humans read more

Rachel Yan (11) | STAFF REPORTER

On Christmas eve, Joseph was sitting on his couch drinking coffee. Suddenly, he heard a noise in his fireplace. He went and bent over to look into the fireplace, and something heavy hit the back of his head. Everything went dark.  read more

Rachel Yan (10) | STAFF REPORTER

Miriam ducked inside the bus stop, shaking out her umbrella. Droplets of rainwater sprayed onto her black dress and shoes. She had declined the offer to go home with her parents. She understood that they should be together at this time. But right now Miriam wanted to be alone.  read more

Oscar Sun (10) | STAFF REPORTER

“Oh, then what is a Goblin? And why are you telling all of this to me? Aren’t you afraid that I may expose your secret?” I retorted, “and I am sure you found the wrong person. It cannot be me. I am not an unusual person. I am all too common, you won’t find me in a crowd.”
We were reaching the center of Central Park. “Goblin was a noun which you don’t need to understand, and-” he stepped aside like a gentleman, extending his hand directing me to walk forward, “one of my abilities is to erase people’s memories. If you are not my lover I could just erase your memory easily. Also for your information, just now there was a crowd of people flowing past you across the street, and I recognized you immediately. You are unusual.” Now he began staring at me again. I noticed something sorrowful behind those curves on his cheeks. I walked forward because of the irresistible plea of those curves.  read more

Rachel Yan (10) | STAFF REPORTER

The client sitting across from Harris was prattling on. “And I feel like they just don’t get me, you know what I mean?” read more