Writings

Dropped into the middle of a bustling city. Crowds rushing, ice-cold citizens as if vigor had been sucked out of their bodies. Sarah was not familiarized with the cosmopolitan city. However, her ambition knew no bounds. Even if each and every moment felt odd and unpleasant, Sarah would not give up on her dream to become an internationally recognized F1 driver. Decisions were made and risks were taken. All to achieve her goals, despite her disadvantage, as she was a girl att

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. Everything moves to the rhythm of this clock. A clock that we call time, A concept of pure human design. A concept to help us advance, Move in directions we cannot comprehend. Waking up with one’s heart in one’s throat. The deadline is closer than we thought… Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. Now one’s heartbeat is starting to knock Knocking all the more rapidly, Till one’s mind is flooded with agony. When will you finish the assignment? Whatev

In the deepest depths of the forest, There lived a gentle beast, It liked to eat its meals, That feel like feasts. Every step it takes, The Earth almost shakes, And the forest hides, Every animal runs to its nest. What he eats are berries, Fish and cherries, Honeycomb and mushrooms, Sweet roots and juicy plums. His diet is rigorous, But the result is not marvelous, His body is like a sponge, The energy is stored. In wintertime, however, As hard as he had slept, The fa

Once upon a time, the animals began secretly working together. Crows gathered on telephone wires, wolves organised meetings in forests, dolphins communicated across oceans, and ants had the job of transmitting information, so they dug enormous underground networks connecting entire continents. One night, an elephant named Atlas gathered the leaders of each species from all over the world. Eagles came first, whales second, wolves third and so on. Atlas asserted that humans had

I really hate when things must come to an end, Like a good day with a friend. I want the feeling, the happiness to stay, But they sometimes go away. I hate the idea of saying goodbye, Sometimes it even makes me cry. But I still do it in the end, Even when I feel sad then. I absolutely despise these times, The last moments, the final lines. They make me feel a little lost, The parting having its cost. Regardless of hating that phase, I have to say it anyways. “We’ll meet

Life was hard two months ago. I felt lost and lonely. When I first moved to the new city, I told my friends that I was excited. I was eager to find new opportunities. But my confidence was just a way to hide my fear. The buildings, the crowd and constant noise made me feel anxious. I’d never experienced such busy streets. Everything was strange, the rushing people, their attitude and way of comunicating. During the first few days, I spent a lot of time walking around the city

Summertime has come around Heatwave hits me in July I can feel the heated vibe But my mind lives in another life In my head loud melodies play I see a life for which I would pay No matter what the people say From this dream I’ll never stray I’ve got my eyes on you Holding a bass guitar I missed a few notes But not my high hopes Everybody’s lookin’ for love But I’m not the one you want I’ve got a better solution I’ll stay in my illusion Let the music take

I was born between 2 generations, it’s a blurry line, Most of us had to get used to growing up online, Some parents worked late, some worked from home, We have to admit, it was easier to provide an iPad than attention. Parents also need rest, they carry responsibility, Life is hard, they needed to find time to pay the bills, Still, I don’t think it was right Leaving kids alone online day and night. They say we’re spoiled, talk back much, Yes, now we love screens more than

Everyone knows us as the spoiled kids, also called “Gen Z”, Faces smudged into phones is what everyone can see. But unfortunately, nobody knows how rough and how tough it can be, To find peace searching the internet, while knowing the refuge is not guaranteed. However, there seems to be a potential remedy, And that’s love, with its warming and tender melody. It’s a bliss in my generation where two timid and lost souls Find each other by chance, supporting the other ha

Sometimes — though rarely — I long to fade, To slip through silence, unmade, unnamed. At times I wish I’d never begun at all, For I am forced to wear the label young — Spoken like a verdict, Branded like a flaw. A curse disguised as blessing, A halo edged with thorns. Yet I choose to call it art — A dangerous, delicate form. A restless consciousness That will not be erased, That will not bow to trembling fears Nor quietly lose its place. It walks beside you like a friend, Whi

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