Creative Writing

a housefly

It doesn’t talk.  That’s not its fault. It hasn’t really got the internal organ structures to talk. Sure, it can make sounds, but those sounds don’t come from anything that resembles a throat. A few barely audible vibrations from translucent wings as thin as Kleenex tissues, maybe even thinner. It doesn’t think either. Well, not […]

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You Are My Spring – Elaine GU

By Elaine Gu, Winner of “The Roar”‘s Middle School Spring Writing Contest! Sunlight showered down in warm, comforting rays. Wispy clouds drifted lazily overhead. Gentle zephyrs whispered in my ears. Melodious birdsong rang out, echoing through the gently carved canyons surrounding me. Flashes of vibrant hues appeared in the cerulean sky as butterflies adorned in multitudes […]

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Frameless Love – Audrey Xu

By Audrey Xu, Honorable Mention of “The Roar”‘s Middle School Spring Writing Contest! “I hate you!” Lily shouted as she ran across broken glass. He had done it. Her father had knocked her most prized possession, a framed photo of herself and her mother, off of the shelf, and she had watched it shatter to the […]

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Rose – Nyasa Gupta

By Nyasa Gupta, Honorable Mention of “The Roar”‘s Middle School Spring Writing Contest! That seed, so little and small,Caressed and buried in the warm soil,Was placed next to the wall,Near where the workers worked and toiled.She lay like an angel,Nestled under those soft covers,Her mom rushing to her jewel,Prepared to be her first lover.What was once […]

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Fall – Anisha Raghu

By Anisha Raghu, Class of 2026, Honorable Mention of “The Roar”‘s High School Fall Writing Contest! FallHer hazel eyes a window to the soul,Her hum like the whispers of a breeze,Her piercing gaze youthful yet old,Her thin voice like the rustle of leaves.Her auburn hair like a sunlit candle,Lighting the horizon in streaks of gold,Like […]

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To Fall – Angela Liu

By Angela Liu, Class of 2024, Honorable Mention of “The Roar”‘s High School Fall Writing Contest! On the way back the mall offers mea final jingle. It is Novemberon its last stand and it tingles on the shellof my reddened ear. My face frozenby cold air, stung and lasting.To wait is to fall asleep:my trees […]

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