Sophia Kong
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Up and Down Again
Birds of a feather- do they truly flock together? Do they obey the wind, or each other? They never hesitate to peck and rip; their nature is not so…
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the still-beating things
I “Are you brainwashed?” they ask, “Are you religious?” curious, probing. I am neither. The truth is too grueling to pin down. Isn’t cruelty drawn to us, as we…
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There’s No Rush Here
Leaves sway, twirl, and flutter so freely— elegant, yet oh so gentle. To their own rhythm, they dance, entrancing in their peace. But whom do they dance with? The…
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My Freedoms
I climb because of the ache in my calves, because my breath puffs out in little clouds, soft and fleeting when the air bites cold. It’s not a grand…
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The day… Tuesday!
“Tuesday,” I muttered to no one in particular as I rolled out of bed. The minimalist black and fawn clock on the far wall read nine minutes past eight.…
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You Are Human
But here, you’re treated like cattle. Sedated, reduced from the most capable creature on the planet To just a pair of eyes and a thumb. This is by design.…
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Chew, Chew, Swallow
The ability to taste what you are eating has benefits. One significant advantage is that you can tell if something is wrong with your food. This is not an…
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Beneath The Surface
Silence, in soil deep. A seedling stirs from its sleep. With tender shoot and fragile root, Every fibre of its being yearns, For the warmth of the sun. …
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Day is Breaking
Feeling fed up again? Memorising poems for class – isn’t it just exhausting? Will it even be useful for future jobs? Sometimes, you just don’t see the point of…
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Zephyr
As night fell, she sat before the dim light, quill poised over paper. But before her hand could dance, the paper lay moist, like tears shed by the parchment…
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The Sun That Never Sets
In a small Melbourne neighbourhood, there resided an elderly woman who had spent most of her life in the same house. Witnessing families come and go, she had watched…
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Monsters Basking In The Shine
In the heart of a dense and foreboding forest, a man found himself entangled in a web of fear and guilt. It was a moonless night when he parked…
