Poems & short stories

I know you’ve done it, don’t worry I have too. Windows, shiny screens, sometimes even polished silverware allow you to catch a good glimpse of yourself.
The sky was alive with lightning, cracking open to the sound of thunder. Pellets of water soaked an already drenched Stephanie to the core. Shivering, she wrapped her useless raincoat even more tightly around her as she trudged in the direction of the MTR.
a fitting way_L
As Ah Ming gazed at the calendar, his eyes blinked rapidly in anticipation of the big day. "My birthday is coming!" he exclaimed, with a beaming smile which seemed to light up the room.
There's nothing like a mother's love _L
My boss stood in the doorway. "Hey, Leah, do you have a second? I need to talk to you."
Brotherly love knows no borders_L
Things had changed so drastically since I stepped off the ship and set foot in Hong Kong. I, Nadifa, had grown accustomed to the local ways in this city which reverberates with life and is full of surprises and contradictions.
A helping hand for Superwoman_L
Waving my hand to illustrate my point, I exclaimed: "But you don't even know who they really are!"
A friend good enough to eat_L
Dazzling eyes. Flawless skin. A scintillating smile that lit up the room. All eyes were on the new girl as she walked into our maths class, and I couldn't help wishing I had features as perfect as hers.
Gift from the grave_L
Mum had to pull me out of bed that morning. "Rebecca! Come on, we're late already," she yelled.
Real life, dreams and fantasy_L
I glanced out the window at the magical scene. Snowflakes were falling from the sky, and, seemingly oblivious to the cold, children ran around screaming and laughing, building snowmen and hurling snowballs at each other.
Turn a new leaf_L
It's true that, while you can choose your friends, you can't choose your family. Last year, I was an ordinary 17-year-old girl, living a middle-class life in a flat in the New Territories with my parents and my elder brother.