Ethics is defined as the set of moral principles that govern a person’s behavior or the running of an activity. Unsportsmanlike conduct, similarly, is a term defined as an offence in sports that violates the sport’s generally accepted rules of sportsmanship and participant conduct. Throughout history, there have been instances when the behaviours of certain sportsmen and athletes have been questioned.
Creative Hall
60 Seconds
Written by: Natasha Effendy
the night is young,
but it ages too quick
under my fingers.
i feel his breath
blossom within the radius
of my flushed skin
as his facial features near mine…
my body and nerves stiffen,
ready for what’s to come next.
he steps in;
he dares to move in
with the crevices of his
rosebud lips that remind me of
springtime
in the middle of this winter;
they touch mine,
and my emotions implode.
honey.
that’s all what i could think about
because that sweet, slow taste
hangs reminiscent
upon my own tongue
and feelings
which inevitably begs for more.
one minute.
that’s all it took
for my world to wake up
from a darkness
that settled in my chest –
my night brightens.
i feel the fireflies and
Christmas lights
switch on;
resurrecting the old flame
i used to smother
until now.
Untitled (due to the sheer indecisiveness of an overthinker)
There I was, standing in front of a bookshelf in a bookstore of a mall on what seemed to be a lazy Sunday afternoon, as the store workers were either idly meddling with their little oblong screens as they stared into it with droopy eyes, or simply deep within the dreams of an afternoon nap, drool seeping its way down the side of their mouths. The store itself wasn’t crowded; a couple of children with their parents – worn, exhausted and withering like ghastly undead cadavers (which is unsurprising considering they were very likely soaked in a midlife crisis), browsing the stationery section or in a panic looking for materials for a last minute school project; and a few others, like me, trapped in ‘decision-making purgatory’ within the aisles of the endless labyrinth of bookshelves.
Awake & Alive
There, standing behind my father, steadfast in her beauty and in her support of my father alike, is my mother. It’s not her that I’m taken aback by, it’s the boy next to her. He’s the spitting image of Mr Boyd, this boy, with the same obsidian eyes and platinum blonde hair. He smiles directly at the corner, cool and close-lipped.
“That – that’s me,” I say.
Engraved Ink; Unuttered Rage
Engraved Ink
At the end when the heartbeat stops
And the lifeline leaves the chest
I would have remembered to have left behind the words
Delicately penned
To wonder the soul yet to read my lines
Would have deciphered my mind
A writing dedicated to writers written by: Mugilaa Selvaraja
Into the Forest of Eyes
“But something felt amiss. The trees were watching. It wasn’t long before she realised they were everywhere. Some were hanging from the branches while others were embedded into the trunks, glowing a dim eerie light that scattered like orbs throughout the dark.”
One Night
Written by Ng Li Wei – “I know you.” It’s night-time. A moon has risen over the dimly lit streets and several pedestrians are hurrying home, glancing fearfully up at the thundering sky.
A bell rings – a customer entering a convenience store. A boy looks left and right and behind him before he crosses the road – not to look out for cars, but to make sure no one’s following him. Soft music gently bubbles through the air from a cafe and the sound of clinking glasses along with loud, unruly cheers erupt from a nearby bar. The owner of a bookstore is sitting by the counter……
Reluctant Protagonist Meets Badly-Written Horror Story
Written by Koh Ze-Wen
Arin woke to pouring rain. It sounded like someone was trying to drown the world in rain, which she respected, as a college student who had an 8am class. Still, if she didn’t get that sweet sweet 80 percent attendance, she wouldn’t even have the opportunity to flunk out of Physics.
Lost in thought, she dumped her bag on her seat and was suddenly and rudely acquainted with someone’s butt on her desk.
“Excuse me,” she said to the butt in question.
“Hey,” the owner of the butt said. He looked vaguely hungover, and he was dressed in a varsity jacket and skinny jeans. Which was interesting, because their college didn’t have sports teams with varsity jackets, which meant he had possibly acquired……
My 3 Muses
Love
Why take away the life that lies on your very hands
When all life has to offer is a mystery waiting to unravel and surprise you at every turn
Laughs that could make your stomach ache
Cries which swallows up your chest
Moments that makes the time stop
Shoulders that show you are not alone
Love is so beautiful and life is filled with it
All you have got to do is choose
Choose to see love alone in life
Leaving the Nest
Written by: Alexandra Goh I see her standing in front of the mirror combing her long straight hair, And I am hardly able to …