A White Bengal Tiger. (This is Will in the story.) Part One: Teased As Will lay under the sun in his favorite spot, he looked well away into the distance. Will is a White Bengal Tiger, the first son of Maui. Will, the White Bengal Tiger, hid in the forest when the first daughter
Category: Young Writers
The White Tiger
My name is Snow. I am glad that I can finally tell you my story. You see it all began… …In the deepest jungle of Asia where there lived a pride of tigers. They were all very hungry. They hadn’t eaten for three weeks because of global warming, and so they began their journey. Four
Wanted
As a companion I stood far from the glorious sights the girl was looking down at, her eyes were a shimmering green and her hair was waving and dancing about on her scalp. How was I going to help her find her destiny? Malabobol was a big city and as far as I was concerned
Knowledge kills
She gazes, spellbound, at the lights. They seem to float around her, dancing in the polluted air. A haze of fog is illuminated in a delicate shade of lilac. This is her favourite place – was her favourite place, until-. Shaking the memory away, she sighs. It belongs to a different life, one of comfort
Falling in the Lights
Lights. Blinding lights everywhere, stretching across the whole city like a blanket. The city is glowing, like I will be tomorrow. All the fumes of bad energy can’t swallow me, nothing can destroy the warm butterfly growing inside me. All the darkness the night brings can’t destroy the light, like how all the problems in
Spectate and speculate
Eyes are phenomenal if you think about it. They observe your surroundings and absorb your revelations, wherever, whoever and whenever. They can distinguish between what’s right and wrong; they can create memories; they produce tears of emotion, yet they fight past the blur to see the glorious sights that lay before you. Our eyes allow
The Building
Surrounding me, a world of lights. A world of love, a world of wonder. I looked out to the city from my high point in the building. I inhaled the fresh air like it was my last. The many different colours all blurred into one, the many sounds all blurred into one. The city was
The Hunt
The sun shone through the trees of the jungle as a tiger and her young cub walked along peacefully. The birds were chirping and all seemed well. The young cub was busy gnawing at his mother’s tail as it swished back and forth through the air, while the mother tiger was in search for food.
The Lights
This is the missing jigsaw piece of my puzzle, but somehow I feel nothing. I just feel an emptiness larger than before the day that I woke up and discovered the two people I called Mum and Dad weren’t really that at all. I thought this visit would cure me, soothe me, but somehow it
Death by Madness
Blood. It was everywhere; snaking patterns across the floor. It was black, at least to me, as it was tainted with the evil of human nature. Its oily feel and ruby gleam coating my hands. These hands, that had committed the most abhorrent crime, the monster I’d become. I couldn’t tell how long I’d been
Never let go
Nothing is perfect. Something always has to be imperfect, flawed or damaged. You can’t always have the best parents, who give you everything you want. You can’t always have the best gadgets and the newest games. But what you can have is hope. Even if things are not going well and there is nothing you,
They told me to run
The noise is unbearable. The boisterous shouts from below make my head whirl in anger and terror. They said to run, but, how could I? The blood-curdling screams from downstairs keep me frozen with distress. I can’t move. But they told me to run. No, I can’t. Come on! I tell myself, one-foot in front
Colours: Banal or Bright?
“I don’t love studying. I hate studying. I like learning. Learning is beautiful.” ~ Natalie Portman We’ve all been through it before – wreaking havoc throughout Art lesson, only to be greeted by incandescent stares and a rap on the knuckles for dirtying our hands. However, what if the dirty hands weren’t from an Art
Surreal
For a moment, I was blinded by the ray of light, which was in stark contrast from the pitch-black I had grown accustomed to for more than a decade. The surface I was lying on… it was slightly harder than the one I slept on every night. Dad often described night as total darkness. This
The Scars To Prove It
She has the scars to prove it. Her deepest regrets all painted on her fingers; staring up at her through all the pain. “I never meant for it to happen, it was an accident. Somehow, it did, my aggravation just came over me and I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I knew it would
Choices
Standing in the middle of chaos. Holding on to that one moment when everything is peaceful and it’s only her. Her and her consciousness. Listening to the life inside her body. Her mind debating the conflicts that are buried deep in the back of her mind. Scared yet excited for what lies ahead. Waiting for
Renaissance of Nature
Introduction: This poem is inspired from the beautiful wetlands and Mangroves of Navi Mumbai, India, which host a wide variety of flora and fauna. While going to school I get to watch different birds and a variety of pants. I consider it a perfect beginning to the day as it acts as an energizer to
Fears
I have a grave fear of heights. And lights. And loud noises. Many people think that I’m some lame countryside girl, farmer’s helper and my worst fear is living in a bustling city. It’s sad that it’s true. Being free to run wild and play in humongous forests with ancient trees beats getting squashed on
Paint and Punishment
The prison cell was damp and cold. Not that it mattered. Sophie was to be executed tomorrow. Sophie Bunzel had seen the monster of the Pura behind its diplomatic appearance. Its insidious rise, the labour camps, the cruel laws outlawing any form of art, but, above all, their brutality. She watched them take over her
Hands on learning will save you from living in your parent’s basement
Working with your hands is important; it is more fun for the child, which means they will like to learn. This is always good because if they do not like learning, they will not learn. They can choose not to remember anything. For instance, if you are teaching that three plus four is seven, you