Writings

Tiffany had always dreamed of visiting Sicily during the summer holidays. Last July she finally went on a wonderful trip with her three best friends. "This place is amazing!" Tiffany said when they arrived near Palermo. Every morning the girls explored colorful streets and tasted delicious gelato. "I want to stay here forever," Anna laughed while sitting on the beach. One day they visited Mount Etna and took many beautiful photos together. "Look at the volcano it’s incredibl

I gripped the doorknob. As my fair skin gently touched the cold piece of metal, I suddenly felt an energizing shiver running down my spine. I carefully looked about, then gathering all my fortitude, I confidently pushed down the handle, and tenderly opened the squeaking door. One step. Another step. And I found myself inside an enormous building upholstered with prestigious furniture. Everything seemed divine, tremendous – my eyes were sparkling, my smile stretched from ear t

He has always said, do not tell me lies Instead, cover your ears and close your eyes. Because only what I believe is true, I have my sight, I always know what you do. So, tell me a story, lie if you must Let all that’s happened turn into dust. I would rather think I’m right, supercilious, Than admit: your crime isn’t so serious. Lie if you must, weave me an intrepid tale But what I want to hear, I will never unveil. Don’t be fooled, though, all I say is of honey, Gold and

People rose in a sudden wave, chairs scraping the marble floor, like dry thunder, as if the café itself had been struck awake. Voices collided in the air, broken sentences, sharp exclamations forming a chaotic echo that drowned all sense. Harriet watched the room as though it were a stage collapsing into madness, while Guy stood half-turned, listening for meaning in the storm of voices. Outside, Bucharest seemed to tremble under the weight of rumours and panic. The evening li

A branch broke behind a tree, And a shadow appeared in the creek, With a big swoosh and a zap, A little fly was swinging back. Our little fish felt its taste, And there was nothing to get scared, So, with a big, big splash, The little fish made today’s catch. But it wasn’t as tasty as it looked, Because in it was a big hook, Our little fish now has something to fear, Because a manlike figure has appeared. He was the man who pulled the rod, And cut the fish in the tongue

It was a time when I and my class went on a cruise. The first day was a normal day: we went to the pool, and also, we went on some slides too. The second day was normal until we needed to go to the theatre. We saw the " SOMEWHERE IN EUROPE" musical, but something seemed a little suspicious. We couldn`t see DÓRA, KRISTÓF and MARCI on the theatre stage (they were supposed to be on the theatre stage). So, I and my classmates decided to look for them. First, we went to the

A long time ago, there was a magical garden called the Musical Garden, because every night when someone went to the garden, the flowers started singing and started making beautiful noises, and it was the prettiest garden you have ever seen. The Musical Garden was full of flowers and magic. The owner in the garden was a really beautiful girl called Lily, she was one of the happiest girls in the world, but one day she closed that Magical Garden. No one ever knew why. Everyone w

To begin the story, we must travel back to the age of the dinosaurs, when there were no continents, just one large island dotted with small ponds. The Atlantic Ocean was more like a giant lake; it was formed from a drop of water in a cloud, and it said: “How cool is that!” It was still small, shaped like a lake, but it slowly began to grow. It met a larger lake whose name was something like: Mediterranean. “Hi,” said Atlantic, but all it heard was crying and screaming. It wa

We were told that we love the effortless, comfortable life, that constant comfort made us emotionally vulnerable and weak inside, that our fragile hands and fragile minds are not enough in these times to truly survive. We speak too much, we laugh too loud, we dream far beyond what we’re assigned. And if that’s chaos in their fearful eyes, maybe that creative chaos once built all their minds. We say “Why?” more often than ‘Yes, of course!”, but not in rebellion without a c

Growing up, my relatives compared me to their younger selves, I experienced it like a constant sound of arduous chiming bells. Their perplexing comments on my casual incapability, Almost like a show of their persistent lack of civility. Insinuating that perhaps I should be the family sinew, Or to just be satisfied with my life covered in mildew? Just because their childhood was a latched trove of treasure, Why should I be remonstrative of having some pleasure? Am I meant

It has been decided: we crave luxury, our hands too soft for any injury. One claims we are lost, that our paths are covered in dust. Clumsy, spoiled, careless bastards, frightened by any assignment. We are scolded, accused of crimes, whereas all we want is to make rhymes. It is allowed to speak up freely, however, we are shut up constantly. Every sentence of ours is deemed a mindless desire. We question rules, we test what’s true, but they still call it rebellion instea

They said: She will be great, And She will be kind. She has to be brave As this world is wild. Their expectations All never-ending, Bitter companions So, She’s descending. And now She has grown Her spark’s become dull. She’s sorely alone Voice trapped in her skull. Although She’s alive Who’d call it a life, If She was only five When She drew a knife. All girls, all daughters Never seen more than wives Tears like rainwater Drop next to the chives. And now: Mother say

In a world full of happiness, joy, love, and excitement— Children are building another world. Another world for themselves. The world bows to children— crowns on their heads, power in their eyes— kings, queens, Big Bosses of the chaos we made. And the parents? Tiny little creatures. Parents, who give all the love, all the knowledge, shield us from every evil, every jeopardy. They say we have bad manners. But who taught us to speak? Who taught us to throw words like stones? Wh

Once upon a time, dragons lived. They flew across the skies and hunted after food. It was very majestic. They lived in harmony, and they had respect toward each other. On a beautiful Sunday, a man appeared, and he turned upside down the whole dragon universe. The man sent troops to attack the dragons and dominate the land where the dragons lived. The dragons had much work to scare the people, because the men were powerful and fearless. They fought through 10 years, and they d

What a beautiful spring day to walk in the park! I couldn't have asked for more. I wonder what flowers I will see today, I have no idea. Oh look, a blue orchid and a rose! Nature is so beautiful. Spring must be my favorite season, that is full of vibrant colors and flowers, kids enjoying their time, not caring about what is around them. It's a way to put everything aside and just turn off for a minute. Oh look, there's my brother, he seems very happy, let's go say hi! "Hey Ch

At every second something changes Time flies… A baby born, an elderly person dies. No one and nothing are the same But people are still judging, what a shame! Generations are swapping too In a good or a wrong way? depends on what we gain insight into. Nowadays children have another life Being a new generation’s pillars. Whereas people from the past Were thankful for the few things they had People of this generation with all the luxury Are just asking “Is this all? Only?”

It was impossible not to love her She was like a sunset And the night sky combined Her beautiful hair, Falling down her shoulders Her eyes like the blue sky But is it impossible not to love her? Behind those eyes there’s pain Her brain and heart in war The moment night falls Her eyes become filled with tears It’s a cry for help or more What a shame, No one notices her pain, No one believes her Unless there’s blood everywhere Iedlicska Nóra IX.H

It's easy to blame a generation, If you don’t make the effort To understand those, Who surround you. I know that we are something else Confusing and unclear, However, also brave, Moreover, creative. Other generations never see Our attempts to comply, just The ones who build up A multitude of bad theories. Yes, we are not perfect, But nobody is, However, I know that We will bring change. If you see closer, Things are more complicated, Our generation absorbs others And turns th

There are days when everything feels too much, like an ocean is running through us. Then you hide inside a bubble, forgetting or avoiding all the trouble. That is the time when you open your wings, seeking jubilation in different kinds of things. Dancing around, immersing in music, just dreams to follow, living like there is no tomorrow. Inside the safe place you can gently rest, let the quiet thoughts pass through your chest. You can dream freely, no need to pretend, you

It’s the last module, I’m sitting in class, Students are desperate for the summer break. We try to survive with coffees, we might mix it with nes, We cannot ruin our grades, there cannot be a mistake. It’s the final countdown, the last one hundred meters. The 12th graders are slowly but surely having their farewell, They leave their cozy desks that were warm like heaters. One more month and then there will come the last bell. This school year flew over my head at a crazy pace