Short stories, poetry, fiction, and other creative works of writing.
At 1,000 metres deep, thirty minutes into the exploration, Ben and I were relaxing on the cold, vibrating floor of the submarine. Outside the claustrophobic room we were stuck in for the next two to three hours, the North Atlantic had vanished, replaced…
The only way I know how to keep my mom from crying is by hugging her, but half the time, that doesn’t even work. It feels a bit weird having my mom embrace me after all these years, and I don’t miss the…
There was Alice, sitting at the desk her dearest sister, Margaret, had once used. Surrounded by books that belonged to someone else, Alice started investigating. Where did Margaret go? What did she do last before disappearing? Was she even alive? These were the…
Long ago in the depths of the Mirage Jungle, a colossal, magnificent city lay. It was called the Gilded Mire, an ancient city entirely made of gold. Here, there was the precious artefact, shimmering with gold, that sparked curiosity and wonder around…
I was inspired to write this poem during the summer while spending time in my grandmother’s living room listening to her personal recollections of Palestine. Stories from Home My grandmother tells me stories. Sweet, sweet stories of the past, A holy land…
Long ago, in the year 2000, a space explorer named Astro Castor went missing far out in space, attempting to unravel the galaxy's history. But after the explorer left, he never came back. The government tried to find the explorer's location, but they…
One bleak evening dawned upon the Browns’ house. Cyclones wailed like suffering creatures in the stillness of the faithful mid-winter night, echoing down the streets, screeching into the barren abyss of the forsaken neighbourhood. The black tarmac glistened under the weighted rain, the…
I have always come to this library and enjoyed its interesting novels and ancient texts about history, until something happened that changed my life forever. It was a cold Friday night when I was trying to find something to read, and suddenly…
My name is Willow. I’ve never really known a life apart from the uneventful one I have, living with my parents and sisters, and doing what needs to be done. If I told you I find peace in my life and my routine,…
I had always felt like there was something wrong with the neighbourhood I’d moved into. Ever since I was about six years old, I have lived there my entire life. How I felt about it never changed, and I don’t know why. There…
"My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations." - John Green, The Fault in Our Stars That's what my friend once quoted at me, years ago, lying on the lush grasses of the meadow under the inky sky of the hours…
My Feelings are a hopeless mess I hope that you can see, They aren't very special no need for a Jubilee, Like a river with no water, Like a bookshelf with no books, Like a kingdom with no ruler, Like a restaurant…
I choose to walk. Even though it is louder and bound to draw more eyes than my transport, I cannot force myself into that suffocating pod, even with my need for secrecy. So I choose to walk. To take step after step, only…
The sky was a gigantuan, grey blanket covering us. The rain was steadily dropping from the sky; a sweat of it poked the soil. It would later make history. After an everlasting amount of time, a tree appeared. This tree was remarkable, with…
A rubber ducky tie is a bold choice. Boring men don’t make many bold choices, aside from one: one moment of self expression, one thing to show that, perhaps, they are more complex than meets the eye. For Willow, ties are his bold…
