Creative Writing

By Cana Yao I left the land of the sun in a cramped cardboard box with five others: a blue ballpoint, a red gel, a blue fountain, and two...

By Alexander Gu One Saturday afternoon, I noticed an apple on my living room table. An apple isn’t that strange in itself, but I live...

By Sophia Mao My new serve is like a jet It’s so fast nobody has returned it yet The secret lies in angle selection But requires practice...

By Ya Han Hsu Eliza and Peter decided to first get back to land, and then set off towards the north, where dust and the strange yellowish...

By Frank Yin Before starting the EWJ program, I thought writing was words on paper. Words were like the dots and lines of a toddler's...

By Ya Han Hsu Peter For as long as he remembered, he had lived in the woods with Horace, his mentor all his life. They used to live...

By Andrew Guan To put it simply: if Novak Djokovic never played tennis, lots of interesting things would happen. But it wouldn’t all...

By Moya Zhao Mutual amity wasn’t sought out for by most, but Tobias was particularly afraid of such an association. For an individual...

By Alexander Gu I’m a pretty normal person. I am 15, I go to a regular, old, public high school, and I’m on the swimming team. I get...

By Vincent Ng How do you do so much? You can be a chef, a teacher, a nurse All the things you do What a mystery You always are patient...

By Ya Han Hsu Eliza recognized the Son of Earth by her first instinct, for the boy was wearing animal skin, a vine rope was tied to his...

By Ya Han Hsu Days went by, as Eliza kept sailing. The deep cut on her heart hadn’t healed yet, but she had learnt to carry on. While...

By Andrew Guan The bright and shining Sun The Titan Helios, the godly perfection The sweet-smelling flowers Breezing through the windy...

By Moya Zhao Perhaps it was to be expected; that a young child born into poverty would die young, but that had never prevented the fight...

By Vincent Ng We only get one life So do what makes you happy And enjoy the world

By Vincent Ng I smile away my tears that fall, Showing no weakness at all. All the pictures and videos I take, Look great but without the...

By Frank Yin 1 hour and 30 minutes. That’s the amount of time I’ve been thinking. THINKING! Yet I have not thought of anything. My mind...

By Frank Yin Phones are a drug Pleasure then pain Necessary but not Irresistible Its fire quickly brings light to a dark day But every...

By Sophia Mao A game that’s played on many surfaces Grass, concrete, clay A thrilling and intense sport The crowd screaming your name...

By Sophia Mao A flash of golden yellow swims steadily through the water with ease Weaving through the...