Fiction by: Suriya N., Grade 12

The sun had risen, shining brightly in the distance. The crumpling of leaves could be heard as I took a step into the field. Fall had just arrived, which meant the spine-tingling, cold wind front also returned. I could almost believe that a whip of the cool breeze brought along the scrumptious smell of freshly baked waffles in the mornings. Yet this town was different. Continue reading

That Which Can Be Described

Fiction by: Sam M., Grade 12

The rain poured down from the Heavens onto the soldiers as they retreated from Korea. Zhi Jian gave one last look at the damned place before falling back in line with his company. So many of his closest friends now lay dead in the fields because of his emperor’s foolish attempt to expand his realm. Just thinking about that made Zhi sick. According to the Great Philosophers, the emperors were supposed to care for their subjects like a father treats his son. Continue reading