By Walcot Gitau (Walli) - Grade 8 Blood shadows stretched endlessly across the cold stone of the underworld. Walcott moved with calm precision, every step deliberate, every breath measured. Around him, whispers echoed—fragments of anguish that seemed almost alive. He could not place them at first, only sense their familiar resonance. Later, he would realize the truth: these echoes were fragments of his own fear, his own pain, memories that refused to fade.   He had been he

By Madison  - Grade 9 Why did the chicken cross the road? We always hear it put that way. Why did the chicken cross the road? But what about why did the road cross the chicken. Think about it that way. What did the chicken do to the road when he crossed it, and if the chicken crossed the road, wouldn't the road have crossed the chicken? So what for did the road cross the chicken? because it had to, proportionately- if the chicken crosses the road then the road crosses the

By Isa - Grade 11 I just really wish he was here right now, to teach me all the things I needed to know. He could be here, present, available. But not without the disgust when his breath slightly lingers of alcohol. I wish I could give him mercy, I wish I could give him empathy because I know what he went through. I know that he was struck by the same pain as I was. A parent with addiction and a need to flee. But why did I have to bring on the same fate, why did I have to