The War on White

by Aidan Wong


A formidable blank page looms in front of me, like a wall stopping my progress.


I reluctantly pick up my pencil, and desperately search my brain for any ideas, any ideas at all, but none can be found. The wall of white stands strong ahead as tall as ever, grinning in the face of my defeat.


Bored, I begin drumming my pencil on my desk. My eraser still shone white, not seeing much use. I look around and see that my peers are having much of the same trouble, bordering kingdoms fighting the same war on white. The white, smooth paper won’t seem to let any of my words get a hold on its’ slippery surface. And then I get an idea.


Why not write about this enemy of mine? And my pencil tip dances across the page, letters appear on the page, and sentences eat across the blank space. Several piled together, and a paragraph was born. And another. Letters marched proudly, but with haste across the hills of white, and my eraser finally gets to work.


When my hands finally halt, I sit back up straight and notice that I unconsciously leaned forward in my seat during my writing spree. The page of white that had once stood tall had finally been conquered by the might of words, in the war on white.


And that’s how this story was born.

The Seasons

by Aidan Wong

Flowers bloom and the grass glows green,
Birds chirp and insects fly, rejoicing for the spring,
The emerald meadow is a sight to be seen,
A song of nature the crickets and animals’ hearts sing!

An orange circle clings to the sky’s center,
The moon is nowhere to be seen,
Eternal day fills the long summer,
The trees, plants, and animals all wonder where the moon has been.

Autumn arrives in a rain of scarlet,
The great land shines orange and yellow,
Skies and clouds blush, admiring the beautiful sunset,
Trees and leaves make their post-show bow…

The chilly air blows through the white terrain,
Animals curl up in their cozy homes to avoid the cold,
Snowflakes drift through the winter skies in cover of rain,
Here and there a lone tree sticks out of the white carpet, ever so bold.

A spring to relax,
A summer to enjoy,
An autumn to marvel at,
A winter to chill out,
All these seasons,
All these sights,
All these seasons to preserve and treasure.