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SCRIBBLES Issue 15

“We cause havoc to our society when we only preach miracles.” - Sunday Adelaja

HAVOC Iâ&#x20AC;&#x2DC;HAVEKI noun

1. Widespread destruction

verb 1. lay to waste; devastate

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THE TEAM

Writers

Catherine Yang Josephine Yap Constance Lam Rita Chun Georgina Savage Angelina Wang Corine Huang Laia Fuste Emily Xia Tiffany Chan Christy Tang

Stephanie Yu Phyllis Lam Queenie Zheng Stephanie Kung

Artists

Phyllis Lam Ethan Chen Charlotte Lang Christina Shen Tina Mi Emily Xia Catherine Ding Kalysha Wong Ce Mi Lee

English Writing Director Cindy Kim

Art Director

Charlotte Lang

Layout Director Vanessa Chan

Operations Director Phyllis Lam

Chinese Writing Director Tina Mi

A LETTER

FROM THE ED BOARD Dear CIS, The beginning of a new school year can always be challenging and confusing - not only for our new faces, but also for everyone trying to fit into the new school year. On top of the workload, there are other commitments, such as extracurriculars and services, which can be overwhelming at times. In this year’s issue, Havoc, we challenge the creative minds’ of CIS students, to uncover their dark and daunting experiences. As our talented authors and artists present to you a gallery of vivid experiences, decaying minds, inner thoughts, explore what it feels to be engaged under the chaos that is society, deep down in the abyss of mayhem. The Scribbles Team

亲爱的汉基

新学年的开始总是伴随着迷茫和挑战 - 并不仅仅是因为对新事物的陌生同时还有试图融入集体的无力感除了繁忙的课业以外还有许多其他令人感到吃力不已的事情比如满无休止的课外活动和义工社团为反映这些存在于生活中困扰着我们的大大小小的烦恼本次期刊取题浩劫这一期我们将挑战汉基创作者的思路以日常生活中压得人喘不过气的星零琐碎之事为灵感以想象力为媒介来诉说他们所经历过的黑暗和低谷你将与我们才华横溢的创作者们在遨游此刊的同时共同探讨一系列相关的社会现实 - 他们颓废的精神喧闹的心声 - 同时还将一同探索心灵坠入痛苦深渊之下时所感到的混沌与不安写意

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DEC AY ODE TO HER MY DARLING ANT S SOLITAIRE PL AY PRETNED 痒 THE BURGL ARY ON WAY ACHING, GROWING, CL AW S SILENCE 情感危機低电量模式 WRONG WAYS DOWN 键盘唾歌 SONG PL AYLIS T

CHRISTINA SHEN 13P2

Decay RITA CHUN 11G2

The owners never came home, The hospital only reached the answering machine. When they arrived, The Monet was on the floor; then they heard the phantom yowl. Steam rose from the dead catâ&#x20AC;&#x201D; he was positioned Just beneath the sunlight.

Ode to Her ANGELINA WANG 12R2

On the eve of our nineteenth year The sky cracked its molten innards sloshing to and fro its boiling yolk slipped out as Our lips cried for home. Stand, stand stand says the boy If we are our country and our country is us then Motherland, she is destined for us Quietly agreeing, she gently cups his hands and swallows him Whole. If I told you today over oil of fish and scarf of red that concrete would bloom a bud of crimson Would it ever compare to the wilt of before? And upon the ashes of tomorrow We pledge to see her once again.

PHYLLIS LAM 11R2

CHARLOTTE LANG 12B1

My Darli ng GEORGINA SAVAGE 13Y2

there’s just something about you darling that oozes between the gaps in my fingers something sweet and sticky that draws me back to you— the curve of your neck, the cut of your teeth, the pull of your lips is inexorable, inevitable, interminable— But, there is something not quite right behind the bright blankness of your smile darling that sneaks through the grooves in your mind i can see it crawling i see the crevices it creates as you press your tongue to another girl’s lips— you must always fear the unknown, my love fear its empty call but i see every inch of you and i prophesise your fall

Ants

JOSEPHINE YAP 12Y2

Blood and love encased within a petri dish, As two worlds artificially collide. Two species plucked at random, Forced into coexistence. Trouble brewed, and soon Colonies of black and red marched To meet death at the frontier. The Soldier slogs on, unscathed, unswerving, though outnumbered by his foes. He trudges over fallen comrades slashed for their Queen, scattered to honor their bloodline. Then, Come three shadows, from North, East and West. The Soldier entrapped within in their snare, Finally surrenders to their tug of war. His head, popped oﬀ, Limbs picked apart, Piled like logs amidst the carcasses, amidst a Forest, scorched, turned to ash. The fight doused out By pools of blood, and Not a single one left standing. From afar black and red, No longer discernible. The scientist gazes down, aloof, Sipping on his cup of tea. Scribbles down a word or two, then sighs. “What a shame, what a shame” And he empties out the dish.

PHYLLIS LAM 11R2

ETHAN CHEN 11G2

So litaire LAIA FUSTE 11R2

play your cards right, you’ll find happiness if you play your cards right. he’ll stay if you play your cards right you’ll be hearing the wedding bells if you play your cards right but there are only a number of games you can play before you realize you’ve been playing solitaire the cards laid, idle useless the feeling swallows you you’ll find happiness, if you play your cards right he’ll stay, if you play your cards right you’ll be hearing the wedding bells, if you play your cards right but there are only a number of games you can play before you realize you’ve been playing solitaire the cards laid, idle useless the feeling swallows you

Play Pretend CORINE HUANG 9B2

At first there were none the vacant and desolate sound nothing made He shut his eyes, and pretended Too quiet it had been, the solitude that wasnâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t loneliness he filled with voices of his own, while Silence bade him farewell Who revels in rapture? Relishes in euphoria? Who agonises in despair? The voices roared More deafening than silence had been They thrilled him Through fantastical terrors there had not been Through the ecstasy of confusion. There was not one, not two, not three not a number, but not none the amorphous voices and himself placidly slipping into calamity

痒

CHRISTY TANG 11P2

灵柩缠着粘着手指让红血丝买通了我的意识咖啡不再陷着熨烫精神的位置一世纪漂流的注意力没了现实拉回吧收回吧呐喊慢炖着鼓掌无论是谁哪怕是鬼都放弃了爬我隐形的墙砖累累定是到了末尾你与我不想回味但这还是我是个舔到善恶果的非放纵者粉色中心记忆和良心都祈求着自己在键盘上找回上一段踢踏舞的狂躁与饥饿星星的出现挽着消失的影转瞬间带着上瘾的惯性越走越远炮火味混了深紫的惰印吞咽搅拌没变好像试图拿冲鼻灌醒厌恶酒精的心愿奇不需要针管也不需要药片一个小方块通上肉体通上电就让你对自己固有的偏见说再见

CATHERINE DING 12Y1

The Burglary on Wayfind Lane KATHERINE YANG 13G2

There was a burglary over on Wayfind Lane. It was a stationery store that once twinkled and whirred with quaint trinkets and tchotchkes and curios; curious, the wretch that would harm a haven. The police grew most astonished upon encountering the back room. Fragments of maps and shards of globes. Large, flat fronds the size of a torso, to tiny nail beds of wavy splines. A worldwide hurricane. Norway is undone, fjords a directionless trail like spilled angel hair; America the melting pot is re-forged haphazardly, Maryland subsumed by Pennsylvania chipped away by Ohio; the Malay Archipelago, sown like seeds. The proprietor rushes in, heartbroken, shuts out the police that stand marvelling at this detailed destruction. He takes a moment to grieve, surveys the ravaged landscape and heaves in the faint sawdust. From an alcove, he retrieves a well-kept well-worn toolbox and settles amongst the dust. Outside, the night stands unstirring on its axis, glued in its place. In the stationery store, the man sits in tungsten, globe-maker

remaking the world over and over.

AMY CHEN 12R1

Achi ng, Growi ng, Claws KATHERINE YANG 13G2

there: the back of the pantry

a dream

â&#x20AC;&#x201D;an old one, tattered, lumpy, threadbare from use the dream lies and lies until now here: the aching grows claws it is starved for an echo of a ghost of an aftertaste so it goes for your legs, dissolves your kneecaps, liquefies your tibia, there there goes your fibula till, L-bent and clutching the cupboard, you stare the rag in the faded face yes, again, wring out the dream though itâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s been rung out since long wait, wait,

wait

darling it is so late darling, darling, it is begged out and brittle darling look at your hands crusted with the crumbs of an incredible dream

CHRISTINA SHEN 13P2

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Her slender pale fingers drew the pencil away, while her lips parted to blow an imaginary puff of smoke. She lifted her head to take a quick glance at the mirror placed in front of her. It was scary if she looked for too long, as if her reflection was a jack-in-the-box waiting to pop out at her any second. The sunlight filtered through the blinds, creating horizontal stripes across her face. She didnâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t like it; seeing the streaks of tears rolling down her cheek, her bright red nose, the dry skin on her puffy lips. Letting her eyelids fall shut, she inhaled deeply in the aroma of dust.

The door flung open and strong winds ripped through the room. The force slammed her backwards into the wall, tearing through the plaster. A sharp pain shot through her as she hit the ground, hard. The field under her seemed to stretch out for eternity.

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She was struck, frozen. In her head she could hear a war raging on - the explosions, the screaming, the cry of soldiers taking their last charge. She no longer knew when it was her own screaming.

SILENCE SILENCE

She walked, and walked, and walked, wary of her surroundings, yet moving blindly, her senses blurred. Mindlessly placing one step in front of another, she walked until she realised she was staring into an endless pit of darkness. Her knees were buckling and the sky seemed a breath away from collapsing, her neck barely holding the weight of her head upright. There was no end. Bruises were scattered all over her body, concealing herself. She flung her arms out and let herself fall.

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情感危機 CHRISTY TANG 11P2

墨绿色的话深蓝色的伤橙粉色的虑淡红色的慌执筠篮行下黄色的猜想逃遁或爆发血色满琳琅眼下和远方大梦初醒吗踮脚落中央旁观者迷惑当局者仿徨

Wro ng Ways Down GEORGINA SAVAGE 13Y2

低电量模式 CHRISTY TANG 11P2

为了一两块断掉的阶梯心惊胆颤仿佛瞎眼的变色龙失去了保护色一个趔趄不知下步该左右西东绿色的怡然朝古表掷了颗骰子瘦子和胖子擦肩的交错让木板塌陷整条梯子被泼上了刺眼的红吊人心弦傻了最终败了败在濒临散架的路上只好抬起头拿掉耳机人与人的距离还是如此之远只想赶快回家

upside down is the best way to be because everything wrong when i’m right side up falls through the top of my head and clatters, right, to the floor

键盘唾歌 CHRISTY TANG 11P2

人头千万智愚良莠想出头的动辄得咎找一对一的茬滚雪球般的效应声称自由哪来的和平嘴里衔着的荣辱垂涎脚跟踩上去就成了商业化你当自个儿是皇帝老儿却活成了他人的蛐蛐你挖了眸子给角色下定义靠耳朵拿满分听力但人家的嘴又不是你的思绪你的心聆愚逞痴的大环境竟没人觉得有问题你疏忽了手上出逃的魑魅餐胜姿覆地吸着血你怎知扩大了的靶心不会是谬误膨胀不会让深陷的玩物也伤心变来变去

SONG P L AY L I S T BORED

WEIGHT IN GOLD

BEAUTIFUL ESCAPE

YOURS

BILLIE EILISH

GALLANT

TOM MISCH, ZAK ABEL

SG LEWIS

HIGH DREAMER KYLIE ODETTA HALLUNCINATIONS DVSN

WALK AWAY LANY

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LATELY

SOMEONE THAT LOVES YOU

WASTED YOUTH

HUMBLE & BISSE, CYGNAEUS

HONNE, IZZY BIZU

SODY, MARTIN LUKE BROWN

CRY BABY

THE NEIGHBOUTHOOD

DIE TRYING MICHL

LDR CURTISMITH LOVESICK MURA MASA

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