By Felice Chan
It was a humid summer afternoon, and we were about to begin our Map Reading Hike. Already, the 8 of us felt spiritless as the morning lecture had drained all the energy out from our tired souls.
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By Felice Chan
It was a humid summer afternoon, and we were about to begin our Map Reading Hike. Already, the 8 of us felt spiritless as the morning lecture had drained all the energy out from our tired souls.
Read MoreBy Bernice Cheng
Reckless, stupid and heedless. That was how I would describe myself as a young child. I was a nightmare child to raise. Always in my own head and living in my own world.
Read MoreBy Ella Wong
She narrowed her eyes. Every inch of the man seemed polite and proper, but the most dangerous wolves were the ones who hid their teeth.
Still…she was terribly lost, and maybe she could use him to get home.
Read MoreBy Amirah Datwani
IN A FOREST OF BEAUTIFUL GREEN TREES, GEORGIA WAS THE only person for miles around; or so she thought. Copper hair cascaded over her blue-clothed shoulders. Her face was a minefield of freckles.
Read MoreBy Audrey Yip
When I think of Ms. Bogsmirch, I see her lanky, long silhouette dragging along the school halls, shoulders and forearms swinging wildly, her neck extending beyond the rest of her body like a vulture in search of prey. Your body locks in place the moment she makes eye contact with you, fear crawling up your spine and on your skin, pulse racing to its limits regardless of how innocent you are.
Read MoreBy Melanie Yeung
“Instead of waking up to the peeling paint of my drywall, I awoke to the sound of stomping coming from the neighbour above as the wooden ceiling rained sawdust on me…”
Read MoreBy Cheryl Wong
The hostile change in Jace became prominent the day he quit theatre. It was his passion, the singular thing that brought out the vehement light in his eyes and out of the fragmentary remains of a person he had become.
Read MoreBy Athan Wong
“Food. Intrinsically, it is something necessary for one’s survival. However, I realise that food has a greater meaning to it too. Food has allowed me to learn about my own culture.”
Read MoreBy Celeste Lau
“The day wasn’t anything special. No going out with a bang. It was just a normal day. They were walking home from lunch at the local cafe, crossing the road. It hadn’t even been a red light- the light had already turned green. But still, that didn’t stop a car from rushing out towards them, almost barreling into her. That didn’t stop her mother from jumping in the way and pushing her away. That didn’t stop her mother from collapsing on the ground.”
Read MoreBy Aiden Lau
“Christmas spirit has fallen upon RCHK! In every classroom, Christmas cheer spreads like a coronavirus, and every teacher seems to only know (and play) that one carol. Coming down the stairs, the star of this story, Vinder, is accompanied by his crafty friends Jeopprey, Dave, and Chao.”
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Read MoreBy Izen Kwan
A man sits on the train, neon pink lights glaringly bright, contrasting how dark it is outside. You’re trying not to stare, but he’s the only one on board aside from you. He lifts a leg over the other, checking his nails before staring right at you. His eyes are bright pink.
Read MoreBy Arthur Yip
Cockroaches no longer friends; Beer bottles no longer with them; Broken needles strewn about the bin; What a fearful way to end.
By Ella Wong
And there by the stream/ With pebbles of/Brown, pink, and cream/Sat the wolf waiting/Or perhaps doing his new hobby:/Painting.
By Ophelia Wong
“While testing temperatures, he glanced over to the penguin colony nearby. The tourists were at it again, cameras everywhere. Click, click, click.”
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