My older brother is graduating this year. Watching him make important college decisions has got me reminiscing about our past childhood together. Here is a piece of creative writing I wrote in light of my memories. To Rob: Remember when we used to ride our bikes in the summer time? Mom and Dad would stroll…
The best part of a weekend is naturally Friday evening. There’s this sensation that you have all this free time before you. In fact, I think it’s quite remarkable how far my mind is willing to stretch in thinking about the ways in which I could leisurely spend the weekend. (Of course, the converse is…
Fluorescent lights, pale and sticky Illuminate by their ignorant light A small bare room In it A girl of lackluster frame Sweat on her brow Sits with her back turned to the door The smell of tin and stone and paper, Familiar in her desolate corner, Invites for the seeking of truth …
The storm came in like a surprising knock on the door. Total darkness prevailed, every dismal obsidian cloud formed itself in the night sky. The darkness of the night spread its black wings, closing in like a curtain. The tight storm clouds covered the last silvery glow of the moonlight like a dark veil being…
In elementary school I made you artwork on Mother’s Day, And I gave you another on Father’s Day. In junior high I made you breakfast, And in high school I bought you a present. But the other 363 days I gave you attitude, arguments, and tears. I yelled at you for making me do chores,…
There’s a solid conception within society, On karma, The idea that what you do, Makes it way back to you Even if you don’t want it to This idea tends to inspire more kindness overall, We don’t want bad things coming back to us But what if this didn’t exist? What…
As Black History Month slowly comes to a close, it serves as an almost fitting end to the month dedicated to celebrating the achievements of African Americans to write a piece on famous Black writers who influenced decades of literature for future generations. From Nobel Prize winners to double NAACP prize winners, each writer has…
Phillis Wheatley was born circa 1753 in the Gambia, named by the slave-owners which bought her for the ship which forcibly took her to the Americas in 1761. She was a remarkable young girl; the family which had bought her educated her after recognizing her potential and within sixteen months of her arrival she was…
My skin is metal bronze. it is made from ashes and fire and the breath of the Earth. it Iron forged rigid and sweet People say it is the color of Filth. They call me “colored”, as if to say I am discolored. But I am the face of my ancestors, I carry their nose…
I encounter a bouncer with a build. A charming grin stretches from one ear to the other. Something about him doesn’t seem right though. Aside from his ominous smile, he has an air of authority. The look that he casts at me is dubious. He sizes me. In this way, his face is a mask.…
Black History Month is a time to celebrate not only Black people’s victories and achievements but also the challenges they’ve overcome in order to attain said achievements. February is Black History Month and we are called to focus and honour Black individuals who have impacted history and culture in our world today. Dance is something…
Black History Month is about not only reflecting on the past, but also about celebrating the achievements of black visionaries and role models. This Black History Month, why not check out some amazing works by queer black authors? These storytellers and artists explore the intersection of sexuality, race and gender through prose, poetry and fiction.…
To the person I will be tomorrow: You inherit these memories of mine and every fibre of my physical self. You are like me. I too have inherited the persona and body of my predecessors, and my experiences will become your experiences in a mere few hours. Yet you—and subsequent you’s—will have experiences I—and preceding…
The twinkling starry night was obscured by numerous grey cotton balls from above. Crystal water droplets gently separated themselves from the crying clouds as it tapped the ocean water lightly. Each droplet cascaded from the dark sky as thousands of crystal liquids reflected the majestic ocean. The sun rose from the horizon once again, pouring…
Short Descriptive Story The ear-piercing sound of the explosion shattered the universe and shook the Earth’s ground. The fire tore the train to pieces and blasted all parts of the engine in different directions. The train let out screams as if it was slowly drowning in pain, almost as if the fire was seeping away…