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By Mandisa Mathew, Grade 10 “Hey, do you remember our prom last night?” As the question left my mouth, a grin took over my face. The others soon followed suit. “It was the best night of my life,” Jack said, as I turned my head to face him. Claire chuckled, “That’s only because Darcy-Lynn wentContinueContinue reading “The Yellow Room”

By Anonymous The sun is full of blood,At war, above love and lust,He who plays must battle bloodIn these mad symphonies is rust.

By Anonymous Ageing.The act of growing old.Many look to it as a bad signThat the world Is slipping from their very hands,That they have no control left in this world,And all is ending in front of their eyes. Although many think otherwise.Many think it as a blessing,For it is only those who aren’t so fortunate,ThatContinueContinue reading “Ageing”

By Sharmila Bommadevara, Grade 10 Striding across the narrow, dark passageway filled with rats and humans, no one gives me a second look, nor I them. My muted black cloak floats shapelessly with me, the hood pulled across the face-framing tresses soothes my forehead, my eyelashes brush against the dense material. I’m completely concealed, aContinueContinue reading “Titleless”

By Rohin Dodhia, Grade 9 I watch you,I watch you walk away.The tears begin to slide down my face.I blame myself for it.How’d I lost it?How’d I lose it all,All in one argument.For the first time, I had no words.Nothing I say can bring you back.Nothing.Now I clasp onto our memories,I don’t want to letContinueContinue reading “Friendships”

By Anonymous Look at the stars,Look how they shine for you,And everything you do 56 hours, 37 minutes, and 14 seconds. That’s how long it had been since Ash had gotten the call. It had been a dark night when he waited on that rooftop, the song already playing in his mind before his loveContinueContinue reading “‘Yellow’”

By anonymous Feeling down,You say,Means feeling blue.Feeling happy,You say,means feeling yellow.Yesterday was a blue day,You say,But these sun raysHint that yellow is todayAnd you prayThat it forever stays this way.No feeling of dismay, disarray, or anything that will lead you astray from the joy of today that you hope will never be taken away.

By Gayoung Cha, Grade 9 There was a ghost dancing at the edge of the hall. His dance was graceful; this was the only word that I could think of. That ghost, who stepped on the ground lightly and moved his arms carefully, his tears were dropping down to the floor- clink clink- and stillContinueContinue reading “Graceful Ghost”

By anonymous He who plays must battle blood, At war above, love and lust. In these mad symphonies is rust.