(Unrelated note but I just got 100% in my high school end of term English literature exam 😭 I think this app is helping my skills, English was my weakest subject previously. Now top rank student of the year !)

(And here’s a poorly written mini story to celebrate, since I still have to go revise other subjects…)

Colours were swirling around the ceiling. Incoherent conversations and tunes were ...

**(WARNING: violent, psychological horror?, mention of death)**

A delicate bundle of feathers. An elegant landing. A graceful ripple of waves.

The landing duck was truly a picturesque sight; it was a swift movement within the mist, setting up a picture that credited the art of photography.

But for the locals like me, it was a picture of quite the contrary.

It was hunting time.

The scary men p...

“You idiot!” Zane hissed, collapsing into a chair at Antarctica’s research centre. “How on earth could you bring THAT thing accidentally?!”

His research partner glared back into him with exhausted eyes, unable to formulate a response.

“I can’t tell whether you’re incompetent or a menace…” Zane said through gritted teeth. “… but you’ve left us both in a curious predicament.”

Both of them turned t...

[warning: deep topics]

They say escapism is detrimental,

And I’m in no position to disagree,

But there’s something in the darkness

That simply calls to me.

A world without the brightness;

A world without the noise;

A moment of peace where my

Eyelids shut the world out

Would be quite good for me.

But as the darkness lingers

And as my sight adjusts,

This dreamy, drunken state

Slowly starts to rust...

(Warning: “deep” themes possible)

The crown lay heavy on my head, more like a curse than a sign of power.

The heavy velvet clothing draped round me was always suffocating, weighing me down like chains, or quite literally so. It’s as if they grabbed seven curtains and decided to wrap it round me nineteen times, and call it iconic fashion.

I’m a royal.

I should be grateful.

But nobody in this kingd...

(Warning: violence/action)

He sprinted through the corridors. Dang it. He was no student athlete, in fact, quite the contrary. His stamina was running out in the first two minutes.

But despite the loud pounding of blood in his ears, and the agonising pain in his legs, he kept running.

He had to.

There was a monster in the radius.

A humanised, metaphorical beast.

-

After several minutes of desperat...

His eyes. Dang it, those observant eyes of his. Connected to his immaculate brain, he can survey the surroundings in an instant. His face is cold and calculating, ironically fitting for a genius like himself. But when he smiles, he flashes his perfectly symmetrical white pearls, and fine, it may capture the hearts of many, but it certainly will never capture mine.

He has a stupid smirk.

It’s a gr...

The students down the corridor

Walk hand in hand;

The nervous high schooler

Confesses, with an

Evident blush.

The girl opens the chocolates,

And the flowers,

And the cards.

It’s the day of love.

But this year,

Again I am the onlooker,

The person in the crowd,

Involuntarily spectating

Yearly performances

That I can never understand

For who could love an outcast?

A reject

A trash.

Who could write...

My earphones play “Heather”

By Conan Gray, and for all its irony,

I hold my sweater against me

in the mirror, despite the familiarity.

He gave me this sweater, so

How would I ever be able to let it go?

It is worth more to me than all

Of his little actions combined over the years.

Little smiles and waves,

Sharing equipment in school,

Texting me good night.

This, this was a material reminder.

His me...

I stood waiting by her door, gripping a bouquet of flowers a little too forcefully. I took a deep breath, bracing myself for what was to come. Already anticipating a disaster to some extent, I didn’t exactly have high hopes.

At last, she arrived. The house door slowly opened, and it revealed a stranger. She was no longer the childhood friend I once knew. We were adults now, and hadn’t seen each o...