(Based off of an experience I had from a national math competition.)

The exam hall was eerily familiar. The tension, the adrenaline, the anticipation. It was too real.

The pencil fumbled in my hands, the world blurring out around me. Except from the occasional sigh of frustration from the boy beside me, I was completely in my own planet.

I didn’t really understand why I was sitting in the exam...

Altruist.

My nickname. My title. My normality.

Having to bear the proclaimed title of “the hero” was no trivial feat. My existence was secured to it, in diamond chains.

But as the antagonist lay before me, withering on the floor in agony, my resolve began to falter. Slightly.

“I don’t care.” I spat, looking down on him. His face was covered with the scarlet of the aftermath of brutality. My fin...

(Warning: slightly distressing theme)

Fluorescent laboratory lights. The stench of antiseptic and machinery. Monochrome walls of insanity.

Dr Jinyo lay on the floor, a mess incomparable to his meticulous state months ago.

No. He had acquired an obsession. He would not step back until he had completed the project. The young doctor was a genius driven by excessive passion and talent.

He ran a hand ...

(Unrelated note but I just got 100% in my high school end of term English literature exam 😭 I think this app is helping my skills, English was my weakest subject previously. Now top rank student of the year !)

(And here’s a poorly written mini story to celebrate, since I still have to go revise other subjects…)

Colours were swirling around the ceiling. Incoherent conversations and tunes were ...

**(WARNING: violent, psychological horror?, mention of death)**

A delicate bundle of feathers. An elegant landing. A graceful ripple of waves.

The landing duck was truly a picturesque sight; it was a swift movement within the mist, setting up a picture that credited the art of photography.

But for the locals like me, it was a picture of quite the contrary.

It was hunting time.

The scary men p...

“You idiot!” Zane hissed, collapsing into a chair at Antarctica’s research centre. “How on earth could you bring THAT thing accidentally?!”

His research partner glared back into him with exhausted eyes, unable to formulate a response.

“I can’t tell whether you’re incompetent or a menace…” Zane said through gritted teeth. “… but you’ve left us both in a curious predicament.”

Both of them turned t...

[warning: deep topics]

They say escapism is detrimental,

And I’m in no position to disagree,

But there’s something in the darkness

That simply calls to me.

A world without the brightness;

A world without the noise;

A moment of peace where my

Eyelids shut the world out

Would be quite good for me.

But as the darkness lingers

And as my sight adjusts,

This dreamy, drunken state

Slowly starts to rust...

(Warning: “deep” themes possible)

The crown lay heavy on my head, more like a curse than a sign of power.

The heavy velvet clothing draped round me was always suffocating, weighing me down like chains, or quite literally so. It’s as if they grabbed seven curtains and decided to wrap it round me nineteen times, and call it iconic fashion.

I’m a royal.

I should be grateful.

But nobody in this kingd...

(Warning: violence/action)

He sprinted through the corridors. Dang it. He was no student athlete, in fact, quite the contrary. His stamina was running out in the first two minutes.

But despite the loud pounding of blood in his ears, and the agonising pain in his legs, he kept running.

He had to.

There was a monster in the radius.

A humanised, metaphorical beast.

-

After several minutes of desperat...

His eyes. Dang it, those observant eyes of his. Connected to his immaculate brain, he can survey the surroundings in an instant. His face is cold and calculating, ironically fitting for a genius like himself. But when he smiles, he flashes his perfectly symmetrical white pearls, and fine, it may capture the hearts of many, but it certainly will never capture mine.

He has a stupid smirk.

It’s a gr...