St. George's Institution

Screams were heard everywhere in town. Everyone was running away with horror on their faces from the creature. I wanted to run too but my legs would not obey me. I could only watch helplessly in pure terror as the creature stood only a few hundred meters away from me.

By : Ng Jem Siong

He approached the marketplace cautiously. The previous time he came here to beg, a man had set his dogs on him, a man with a stuck-out chin and a gargantuan stomach. Watching him trying to escape the dogs, the man broke into a smile and started laughing cruelly. "Run fast, you ugly little beggar boy, or there might be nothing left of you!" he shouted over the din of the marketplace.

Despite having the best thing in life, Rokiah decided to take her own life. Rokiah was the best student in school, the best in sports, the best in everything. Then one day, it hit her. She realized what she wasn’t aware for a long time. She realized the fact that nobody loved her. Not even her family.

By : Lim Chong Ren

Who are we? Have you ever asked that question? Have you ever wondered why our brains are more complex than that of others?
Do you actually think that this extra intelligence granted to us is the ultimate proof that we are meant to be the most superior creature on Earth, worthy enough to rule over others?
Has it ever occurred to anyone of you that these hairless primates that can construct skyscraping steel structures and solve the sophisticated problem of physics are actually freaks of nature, resulting from an earnest mistake caused by a Weaver that has added too much brain cells into a test tube containing the first specimen ofCivitas Pandora?
Apparently not.

By : Chan Zhen Hwang

The thunder was banging heavily around me. Rain pattered like mad and lightning flashed so viciously it could've easily blinded a gazing eye. I sat still, under a street lamp, putting my fingers together, lost in my own time and space. Suddenly a thought popped into my mind, why wasn't I running for shelter? Silly me. Soon enough, I realised I had the answer all along. The storm had already engulfed me, yet I don't even feel wet. My fingers are cold and sore, yet I don't feel the pain. I'm tired and exhausted from walking all day, but I just don't feel as drained out as I'm supposed to be. Any normal teen at my age would just, who knows, cry out loud or fall asleep. But, that's just it, I'm just NOT normal. In fact, I'm not even alive. Yes, I'm dead, but not the dead that you would expect. I'm more of what people would call a 'trapped soul'. Trapped by pain, sorrow,
and an unfulfilled life.