QLS High School Writing Club
Creative Writing
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The first time it happened, she thought it was a migraine. She was sitting at the kitchen table, a cold glass of water sweating onto the wood, when something behind her eyes twitched. Not pain, exactly—more like pressure. A slow, deliberate push from the inside of her skull, as if something had curled up in […]
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My biggest dream in life is to become a master at quantum mechanics and particle physics, because then I could look at you and say that I think I’d make a better writer. I’m telling you this so I can write about telling you later, forever holding the hope that it would make you want […]
MoreThe Roar’s 2026 Spring Writing Contest – MS Winner
By: Ava Webb A FaceTime never gave her smile justice. The way her smile curved, the sparkle in her eyes, oh, how they glistened at just the perfect angle. I could tell how much effort she put into her hair. She always had the most perfect curls; she would put the perfect amount of hair […]
Morebutterfly body (The Roar’s 2026 Spring Writing Contest – HS Winner)
By Harshita Sainger my eyes are still closed but hold me tight and give me some time i’ll wake up eventually this deep sleep is but peace my breaths may sway and shiver and shiver and at one point i won’t breathe but still keep your arms where they need to be make me a […]
MoreDear Future Self
Dear Future Self, If it’s January 1st of the new yearand you’re reading thiswith your heart already racing ahead of you,slow down. You don’t have to earn this moment. Before the world lines up its questions—how far, how fast, how impressive—breathe into the quiet you forgot you deserve. You are doing morethan you can see. […]
MoreDay One.
He’s late again. I’ve started to adapt to this new routine of his. It wasn’t uncommon for many office workers to stay and work overtime into the night. I know that he’s been getting increasingly restless cooped up in a cubicle all day, so I wonder what his motivation is for lingering so long. There […]
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apathy
I do not feel. This morning, a classmate told a joke. The table burst into laughter. I laughed too—the sound slipped out easily. But inside? Nothing. Just the awareness that laughter was the appropriate response, like the way a vending machine knows what snack to drop when a button is pressed. No matter how immaculate […]
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