Fiction (Prose)

Serotonin Dazzling headlights. A horn blast. The piercing squeal of brakes. A chaos of shattered glass and twisted metal – twinkling...

Tracy Shao Weiqi, BIBWH My mind gradually clears as I recall the piercing noise I heard. I knew we had to leave… My eyelids grew heavier...

Daniel Chu, BIWH As I stood in front of the Marquis Paris Division Headquarters, I reminisced about the first time we heard of the...

Berlin Lin, BIPH I attended a Canadian school at around 8 years old. The place was quite “new” to me to some extent even though I had...

S H I R L E Y L I A O , B B S Z Icy fingers gripped my arm in the darkness, but, no one should be in here, a secret passage inside the...

C H E R Y L H U Chapter 1 While I was still living in the so-called "human world," I was a clerk at a high-end waterproof watch store,...

A glimpse into a morning routine filled with sunlight, family interactions, and a rush to catch the school bus.

A reflective narrative on a rainy day journey, exploring human connection, decision-making, and the search for meaning.

Timmy Zhang The silence, a weight most intangible but heavy, permeates the forest, its trees dead and barren and the ground thick with...