The Clash of Fire and Ice

Written by Marvin Te

            One normal day, a special child was born. His name was Zack Blazefrost. This child was born with great fire and ice powers. He had ash-white hair and dark blue eyes. But with rage, his hair raises and turns into a fiery red color and his eyes transform from a calm dark blue color into an enraged red color.

True Love is the Solution

Written by Stephanie Ang

                Once upon a time, there was a scientist named Carl Johnson. He lived in a peaceful city together with his family. He was a tall and physically fit man who was always hot-tempered. He was also an introvert which was why he didn’t have that much friends. Every day, he would go to his laboratory office and start mixing substances to sell in case it’s useful for everyday lives.

The Super Soldiers

Written by Dave Pua

            What you are about to read is a top classified government letter from the “Grey Hound” organization. Please, we trust you to keep this safe. The following records are the “Super Soldiers’, the top government military personnels who defeated and caught many great villains in the society. The Trident was one of their greatest achievements. Huh? Who is Trident you ask? One of the worst and most ruthless criminal mind that Carmines (the name of the place) has ever encountered. But let me start on how the “Super Soldiers” were formed. It all started when General Hawk entered the tropical war. It was the time when the Carmines declared war against Germany and defeated them. There were lots of casualties, so there is no reason to celebrate. General wanted to have a quiet life and he got it.  He got married, but unfortunately, she died after she bore a twin named Doug and May. General Hawk didn’t know what to do with the children, but he tried all his best and he succeeded.

The Story of Pie

Written by Elyza Sy

            It all started when a boy was born with this curse. This wasn’t your ordinary curse but it was the curse of powers. Only 1 out of 10000 of the population would have this and they were often sent to the other sectors of the land. Back to the boy, when he was born, no one knew of his powers. He was living with his parents and had quite some friends. But no one suspected him to be one who held powers. Even me.

The Power inside Me

Written by Alexine Janelle Ang

                One day, a baby boy who bears a great power inside him, which is more powerful than any of their kind, was born. They say there is a legend about the baby. He will bear a power that is far greater than what they have ever seen. However, he is not immortal. When the parents hear about this, they don’t trust anybody anymore except their true loved ones. The parents and their loved ones work together to fight the people who want to kill the baby whose name is Edward Michael Great.

The Evolved Ones

Written by Anne Caitlin Ong

    I wake at the sound of the alarm clock ringing. For a while, I lie still, waiting for my mom to come in and drag me out of bed. Ten minutes pass, yet she does not arrive. That is when I remember. She is dead, and so is my father.

The Black Crystal

Written by Justine Ko

            It was one cold evening in another world very much like ours when a baby girl was born. Her cheeks had a light tint of red but she nevertheless was as fair as Snow White. The whole city was rejoicing at the birth of this baby girl who would soon become their princess. The whole palace was filled with laughter and merry-making… well except for the baby girl and her mother who was crying. Her mother – the queen, you see, is a very sensitive and sickly person. Her labor was excruciatingly painful, as if getting surgery without anaesthesia. She tried her best to hold in her tears at the after effect of her giving birth. She soothed her baby to stop her from crying.

Teardrops

Written by Jazlyn Clarisse T. Ko

“Ding Dong!” the doorbell rang as I waited outside. It was a cool rainy day and a new resident just came to town. I thought it would only be proper to introduce myself and welcome him.

The door crept open, revealing a blond man with crystal blue eyes. “Hi! My name is Harmony and I live across the street. I heard you were new so I brought some cookies so you might feel more welcomed.” I smiled as I handed him the neat package of treats. “Ah-uh, thank you,” he said with a sheepish smile. “Would you like to come in for a while? By the way, my name is Mark,” he said while leading me in.

We had a small talk for a good ten minutes. I was able to gather bits of information from the new “stranger”. For one, he was sixteen years old and living alone. When I asked where his parents might be, the aura completely changed. From light and casual to heavy and uncomfortable. All he mentioned was that he was abused and didn’t really go further than that. I couldn’t blame him though; it must have been a touchy topic. I also found out that he was still studying in high school. He also works part time so that he’d be able to pay for rent and food.  I was amazed at how strong and independent he was.

That night, I couldn’t stop thinking about that peculiar boy. I so wanted to know more about his past. In the midst of my deep thoughts, I heard a subtle sweet melody – coming from across the street. It was sad and slow – but oh so magnificent. Listening to the sweet tune, my tears started falling uncontrollably. One after another, tears rolled down my cheeks. Why am I – a twenty-four year old, crying for this odd reason? It made no sense at all but I couldn’t stop.

“Ding Dong!” the door bell rang, this time coming from my house. It was the delivery man! I ordered a package online because my boyfriend, Anthony, was having his birthday very soon. Upon receiving the brown box secured with duct tape, I immediately grabbed a sharp razor; I swiftly slid it through the tape. I flipped the flaps, revealing a custom made mug. It had a design that made it look as if it were wearing a lab coat – because Anthony specialized in medicine. I found it weird that there was a red blob on the ceramic mug. I wiped the red substance off, inspecting it on my finger, until I came to the realization… It was in fact MY BLOOD! I must have carelessly cut myself!

I rushed to the sink to cleanse my wound. “That’s weird, why didn’t I feel hurt?” I thought to myself as water ran down my fingers. I pat it dry with a nice clean towel when suddenly I felt the sting that was missing. Maybe I shouldn’t have washed it?!” Once again, my tear ducts decided to open up and tears ran and ran – racing one another. “Why do I keep crying these days?” I thought in my head as I attempted to wipe each tear from my face. I whimpered and whimpered in agony, getting drowsier by the moment. Alas, I fell into sweet slumber.

It was already five-thirty pm when I woke up. The sun was already setting and Anthony was to come home any moment. With very swollen eyes, I rose up, checking on my cut. “What? No way?!” I screamed aloud. The wound had magically disappeared. “What happened?” said a low voice coming from the entrance. “Oh, my gosh! Anthony’s home! I need to hide his gift!” I squirmed inside. I grabbed the box and threw it under my bed. “I’m home!” He chimed, as he walked to enter the bedroom. “T-Today…” I started and told him about what had happened, leaving out the detail about his gift.

“That is amazing!” He said in awe. “Are you sure you really cut yourself?” he asked. “Yeah! I checked my blade for any trace of blood. Sure enough there was.” I affirmed.” Mind if we do an experiment so I can witness first hand?”

Just like that, he led me to the kitchen and grabbed a cutting board with an onion. I proceeded to chopping and soon enough began to cry. He caught each tear in a glass container and slit himself with a clean knife. Blood came out. Just like a professional, he took a dropper and extracted some of my tears from the container, carefully releasing it to his fresh wound. Almost instantly, the cut closed up, removing all traces behind. “Jackpot!” he gasped in excitement.

It was too good to be true! “I must study this in the lab! You’re amazing!” he said while kissing me on the cheek. “I am dumbfounded. Harmony, I need you to make sure to store your tears every time you cry; this is a milestone for medical advancement! If I’m able to incorporate this to medicine, it would be a sure hit and we’ll be rich!” In response, I nodded and nodded like a bobble head.

Sure enough, it did become a hit. When Anthony presented it to his co-workers, it was immediately accepted. I now cry everyday for the sake of my boyfriend’s employment. When I am unable to do so, he becomes frustrated and I don’t want that. I love him and all but don’t I deserve to be happy? I absolutely do not enjoy crying everyday! It feels like he’s tormenting me. Maybe I should talk to him about it? Just as cheesy love magazines say, “The Key to a successful relationship is communication.”

That’s night I decided to gather up all my guts and attempt to talk it all out. “Honey, do you see these swollen eyes? I cry every day, against my will. I’m sick and tired of it! I’m sick of forcing myself to be sad. I’m sick of using an onion to irritate my eyes! I don’t want to do this anymore! Sure I’m able to help many through this, but what about me? I’m the one suffering,” I started to tear up. “Aw, dang it! THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO CRY HARMONY! Wah… where’s Anthony?” “Come!” he rushed towards me. “Your tears are precious!”

“My goodness, is that really all you care about? My feelings don’t matter anymore, huh? Only my tears do?! You are really shallow!” I blurted. “Of course your feelings matter! That’s what generates your magic tears” he said while catching some more. “PATHETIC! That’s all you care about? Really? You know what, you’re not worth my love! All you want is my tears! WE ARE OVER!” I screamed with all my might.

“Are you forgetting whose house you’re living in? Are you forgetting I supply all your needs? Your food, electricity bill, water, pocket money, EVERYTHING! While you? Tch! You’re unemployed, so sit down and be a good girl because you’re nothing without me!” He snorted. “And what are you without my tears?!” I shot back. “What a clever bad little girl,” He laughed evilly. “I didn’t want to resort to this but you leave me no choice” he swiftly crept behind me forcing a handkerchief on my face.

I awoke in a pitch dark room. A tiny portion of light escaped through the edges of what seemed like a door. It was cold and cramped. “Now be a good girl and give me those tears or suffer and starve.” A voice resembling Anthony’s said from outside. I slammed the door, attempting to break free somehow. “Try all you want,” the same voice said. “You horrible jerk! I’d rather die! Don’t expect anything from me!” I furiously fumed.

I spent what seemed like countless days, trapped in that chamber. A voice would occasionally offer food for tears. Isolated, alone, and frustrated, my heart began to harden. Every minute, every hour, I despised him more and more. My physical and emotional state was declining and soon, I know I had to swallow my pride in order to survive.

                I attempted to collect my tears. Barely anything came out due to my dehydration. I mustered all the strength I had to cry and took the biggest humility pill of my life. In return, I got a full proper meal, compete with dessert. I was able to see the light for a while after what seemed like forever in the dark. My joy was short lived. After finishing my meal, I was once again drugged and forced back in that same room. From then on, I decided to just sleep everything away; my pain, my anger, my sadness, my agony, everything. Although my physical state was asleep, anger still burned in my heart.

                I was awoken by an angry bawl. “It doesn’t work! It stopped healing! What is wrong with you?” I heard a voice approaching, louder and louder by the footsteps. The door slammed open. My eyes burned upon being exposed to the light for it had already adjusted in the dark. A hand grabbed me by the collar. “What did you do?!” a man in the figure of Anthony said. I wasn’t really sure. My starvation was causing me to hallucinate. “What do you mean?”  I mustered all my strength to speak. “It can’t heal anymore!” he shouted. “I d-dunno. I d-did n-nothing; I c-cried no-normally,” I said. I knew my body was giving up on me. Who knows how long I was in there, alone, depressed, starving, and most of all, angry. With all the abuse, I don’t feel anymore. I closed my eyes and everything was alright.

Super Brent

Written by Tyrone Tan

                Once upon a time, there lived a very playful boy named Brent Lockwood. He was very sweet and academic. He loved his parents so much. He was not just an ordinary little boy because he thought like older boys.

Steel Souls

Written by Keith Santos

                It was a typical sunny day here in the city of Stormridge. There was nothing to look forward to; I mean the city is roaring with life, people from all directions rushing to their own destinations, cars and other vehicles rushing past each other. Surviving this daily must already be an achievement. But for now, this all seems like a blur, ‘cause I’m running late for school again.