There is a particular kind of silence that exists backstage before a performance — not the peaceful, meditative sort one might find on a...

“Pass me the red marker, would you?” I asked, squinting at the corner of the poster. “I think the ‘Stop and Look’ sign needs to stand out...

The temple grounds were everything I had imagined—no, more than that. So much more. Daigo-ji in Kyoto stood quietly beneath a sky...

It was the perfect family getaway - cherry blossoms that pirouetted gracefully in the wind, and streets humming with an orchestra of...

When it comes to storytelling, the rising action is a crucial component that often goes unnoticed by students. The rising action serves...

“Finally, I’m home! I’m starving.” Tossing my bag aside, I made a beeline for the kitchen, my stomach rumbling like the roar of a...

"Linus, I'm really really sorry," I muttered, wringing my hands as an overwhleming sense of guilt consumed me. However, my words were...

"I told you that shortcut was a bad idea! We were supposed to be in Kanazawa, and now look where we are," my mother chided, the worry...

"Finally, a quiet spot to tackle my homework," I exhaled with relief, easing onto one of the spacious benches within Tampines Hub. As I...

Written by A Edited by Mr Kwan “Tom, I’m leaving now! Don’t let anyone in,” Mother reminded. Just before stepping out the door, Mother...

"It's all because of you." Beneath the oppressive overcast sky, I found myself reluctantly tethered to the responsibility of walking our...

Language is the heartbeat of any captivating story, breathing life into the imagination of both the writer and the reader. It serves as...

V is a new student and this is her second composition. When she first started, she wrote just enough to spill over to the other side....

This wonderful story is written by YQ, a student I have the pleasure of teaching the past 3 years. I thought it's timely to publish this,...