Attraction

Amy Liou, Environment and Resource Studies, 2B She dwelled on a lower frequency. Tuned into the media and heard the voices of crying children. She couldn’t sleep. The remorse replayed over and over like a haunted serenade. She took her moody attitude to work the next day. At night she glared at the excess fat hanging from …

Epitaph to Empire

Stuart Ian Little, 4A English and Science   Black waves caress grey sand While stranded Roman arches stand aloof, Declaring histories of ‘us’ and ‘them’; An empire’s glory cast Among the pebbles, by the black-glass sea.

Of Reflections

Stuart Ian Little,  4A English and Science   Ten pennies in a wishing bowl, A great stone thing with moss, an old Man’s treasured contemplative font, Each thrown for some young foolish thing; A love desired, a summer fling. There’s chance to glance, reflecting there Between the moss and stones; to dare To see a …

Scorching Verse

Stuart Ian Little, 4A English and Science   I sift through ashes for shreds of paper, Slips of ink and bone and flesh Tied, yoked and chained to buried things Dead poets. Gaze up at the great pyre of Time, Time, raging up his flaming pillar, Time, devouring all. But for a few. A few …

Don’t Go

Naomi Turner, Honours English and Business 3B They think it’s funny. You think it’s grand. The idea of grasping that gun in the palm of your hand. The pull of the trigger. The sound of the fire. To see the eyes of someone, who no longer feels desire. The change in your tone, When I read …

My Hands

Emerald Naylor, Honours English Literature 4A He could hear the murmur of voices on the other side of the wall. There must have been hundreds- no thousands- of people waiting for him. He rolled his shoulders back and tried not to think of the crowd. Priscilla was still standing in the doorway behind him. She glared …

“What are you waiting for?”

Samantha Phillips, 5A, English With each passing glance, Each shallow breath, Every stuttered heartbeat, Reality sets in.   With every tear that falls, every doubt that fills the mind, Each desperate attempt to pull through, Pain expands. With bated breaths, I wait. And wait. And wait. And wai-   ̏What are you waiting for?  ̋ …

It started with a whisper

Edward Liu, Honours Arts, 1A “Why are you still alive?” I remained silent. “You didn’t jump that day. Why didn’t you jump?” “Because I was afraid of not dying,” I said. “You didn’t choose a tall enough building.” “There’s always a slim chance of survival. How would I jump again if I somehow survived with every …

My alter ego…

Ayooluwa Solaja,  1A, Arts and Business   My alter ego is everything I’m not: She’s not second-best at anything, She’s artsier than I am, Loooovvves math, Is never rude, Comes up with the best comebacks, Is comfortable in her own skin, And is nothing short of a genius. Now you see, I could strive to …

Summer in the Suburbs: A Short Story

Erin Taylor, 4B Literature and Rhetoric I‘m on my leadoff from second base when a girl shows up and leans against our dugout fence. I pause, trying to make out who it is, before I hear the scuffle of the backcatcher’s shin guards as she jumps up and my coach screams, “Morris! Down!” So I …