Poems & short stories
My mother handed me my lunch box.
Mum had to pull me out of bed that morning. "Rebecca! Come on, we're late already," she yelled.
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.
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.
The letter arrived in a mysterious way - it turned up under my pillow. How it managed to get there, I have no idea. It was a typical Monday morning, 6.30am, and still dark outside. Despite its small..
The Christmas Mission by Melissa Tan. Sometimes in life there are things even a genius can't explain...