Yellow Tulips

I open my apartment door eager to see the familiar violet azaleas lining the walkway nearest my apartment building. My lips curl into a smile as I pass by a large bunch of daffodils. I run my fingers across their velvety petals; each touch fills my heart with happiness. However, seeing a cluster of yellow tulips nearby, I tear up. Nostalgia washes over me as these delicate flowers evoke memories of my time with you.

The New Year: Short Story Pt 2

I was in the attic. The damp, dark attic. I was sitting on a creaky bed right next to the window. Fireworks again. My neighbours cheering again. I winced from the pain on my knee — but when I looked down, I saw it wasn’t bleeding anymore.

Why did I keep doing this?

The New Year: Short Story

I could smell the dampness of the attic. The warmth. I touched the window, but jerked my hand back — it was ice-cold. I blew on my hands to warm them. The attic shone with gold and red, constant ‘booms!’ here and there.

Wasn’t this familiar?

The First of Many Lasts

By Alexa Sy, Year 13 Sometimes I surprise myself.     Far from the familiar elation that the end of the school year usually brings, my mood last June was unexpected and my sense of

In My Own Skin

By Gabby Uy, Year 10 People often talk about self-love like it’s some kind of magic bullet. Be yourself and the right people will love the real you. Believe in yourself and your dreams will

Valentines Day (Short Story)

By: Isaac Lim The iron-forged steel handle was cool to the touch, worn out from the stream of regular customers opening and closing the gateways to heaven. Patterns and engravings faded away to display the