This poem was for the previous writing competition, but although it did not win, the Nations Voice Editors thought it was worth publishing.

Hi Nations! Here comes a new writing competition to celebrate the spring season! What we’re looking for: An original story in any form...

The Equality Exhibition is being held on April 17th, all day in the Aula, to showcase YOUR creative pieces . Create: Artwork (sculptures,...

Do you see through me— into my shattered soul, splintered like glass? Like I do, every moment in the mirror. I see the evil inside me,...

Stitches are sewn, the needle slices through air. It’s a CL-415, it’s climate warfare, It’s a judge sentencing Trump to no time served...

The Nations Voice New Year writing competition is underway!! What we want: An original horror story (under 1200 words) based around the...

The Nations Voice February to March writing competition is underway! The theme for this is Good vs Evil, the deadline for submission is...

By: Charlotte Allison Last April, I saw the book Mindset: The New Psychology of Success by Carol Dweck on display in the school library....

With empty pockets and a longing in his heart, he can't help but wonder if there's something more to life than the constant cycle of...

For all the avid writers and readers of the school there is a new Short Stories Page!

The whale. The way she moved was the most incredible thing. She glided on the surface of the water with such flow in her body, she was so...

From early February to mid-March, the Nations Literature club hosted another writing competition. This time, the theme of the competition...

From early December to mid-January, Nations Literature club had their first formal competition. The theme of the competition was...

Upon reading the novel Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami, a notable Japanese author born in Kyoto in 1949, I was left speechless. The...

I know that when you planned this journey (like you did so many others) You were filled with a calm, self-assured air, You knew that this...

He was sitting in a fading leather chair behind an oak wood desk. There wasn’t much to see besides a pen, a cup of freshly brewed coffee...

No-one hates Shakespeare. True, many a High School student has been plagued by his writing, annoyed by their English teacher’s...

I look over, eager and diligent to see that magnificent white, shimmering crystal color My favorite flower, smooth as ever and just as...

My heart drops in trepidation This horrifying monster stood there, simply perusing me My mind, almost as blank as its pale empty eyes Its...

Love yourself Love yourself Love yourself (-then repeat) A letter to my future daughter (Lessons from the real women in my life) 1....