QLS High School Writing Club
Segment 1, Section 1 – The Abyssal Depths Whenever I look into the mirror, I cannot recognize myself. This face does not belong to me. And there is also a headache and constant fog in my brain. Just going through my day and existing makes my head hurt as if it has been stabbed by […]
MoreBy Kelly Jiang The door was never meant to be opened. I could feel it, in the way the handle hummed under my palm. The vibrations weren’t whispers, soft yet far from a soothing lullaby. The cold metal repelled the warmth of my fingers, unwelcoming and a dead weight when touched. Some would call the […]
MoreThe Roar 2024 Winter Writing Contest – Middle School Runner-Up The clock ticked softly in the corner, the sound shattering the tainted quiet of the house. Liam sat upright in bed, his hands gripping tightly on the blanket, his knuckles whitening as the silent fury rushed to his head. His mother’s words rang in his […]
MoreThe Roar 2024 Winter Writing Contest – Middle School Winner The mirror lied. It had to. Her reflection stared back at her with sunken eyes and a pale sheen of frost clinging to her lashes. She could swear her veins had turned to rivers of ice, and her breath, fogging the mirror’s surface, was the […]
MoreThe Roar 2024 Winter Writing Contest – High School Runner-Up they walk under a canopy of grey sharing quick icy glances fleeting moments in time they walk, shadowed within the dark building a white wall around themselves a shiny facade of strength an illusion to hide behind yet nothing can stop them as they slowly […]
MoreThe Roar 2024 Winter Writing Contest – High School Winner Harvey stared at the water. The waves sounded harsher than usual, although that was to be expected. With every graying hair on his head and every new December, the waves seem to become more hostile, slamming forcefully against the rocks. He sat there in silence […]
MoreMy parents have always hoped I will marry an Italian man. “So he can cook good food,” my mother tells me. “We need some new blood in the family,” my dad will jokingly add on. Their dreams will have to wait a few years—in the Dublin/San Ramon high schools of the Bay Area, you’ll be […]
MoreYou were taken from me too soon, Perhaps I could have done more? Perhaps I should have called more often. Perhaps I should have sat down with you, Laughed about the antics of my dad, Our giggles like warm honey, flowing thick and golden Cried over our frustrations, Asked you what your favorite food is, […]
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