Writings

We should have listened to our parents when they told us to go home when it was still not dark. Then this would not have happened. If I were you, and my parents told me to do something, I would listen to them. Believe me, you will not regret it!             So, let’s start it from the beginning. My friends and I decided to go out and play the sport that we were keen on: volleyball.  We said that we would meet at 1 pm. at the sport park called “La Terenuri”. There were players

My parents got confused and picked the weird kid Who enjoys reading and dreaming, Instead of going out and talking, She enjoys her company but still craves affection, Her mind is full of thoughts about the future When she doesn’t even know who she was then She hopes of being normal one day, Escaping the fantasy she has been living in for years, Cause she finds comfort in love and magic More than in hookups and catch phrases. Her parents worry they chose wrong 'Cause what if s

Smarty is a turtle. He is three-month-old animal and it’ s got brown legs and a long tail. He is very cute. Smarty is in Cluj in an aquarium. When he swims, he looks out of the aquarium.                 He is thinking:                 “Oh, I want to do some adventure like going to Budapest, in Sostó next to Nyíregyháza, going to the beach at Crete and flying by airplane to London or Paris. For my first adventure, I want to go to Budapest. The road to Budapest is about 6 hours

It is night time. The lights are shining throughout the city The sound of happy, excited students, The laughter, murmurs, which are making the city more and more alive.       The music from bars, Spilling warmth into the cool air, Drifting like a promise through the streets, As the city breathes in the rhythm of the night. Varga Antónia XII. H

our eyes met for the first time time stopped and we passed by months went by when our eyes met once again. the butterfly effect when two people meet again I recognised your presence it felt like home but they were only a pair of eyes reading my soul in and out two worlds collided but without one word spoken. I craved your touch like oxygen but you couldn’t be mine just yet. now your presence gives me warmth even though you find it there not in me but in her her eyes are quiet

The clock hit seven. The maid knocked, the princess’ personal servant opened the door and ushered her in. He mumbled something about the princess taking a bath. However, the other could not hear the usual humming of the ever blissful gentlewoman. Ten minutes past seven. The maid started growing worried, unable to shake off a feeling of betrayal. She could not think of anything else than that the princess might be in jeopardy. There were only one and a half hours left until th

I smile so wide, I say, “I’m fine,” I change my words, I walk the line. I try to be what people see, But sometimes I forget it’s me.   I want their love, I want their praise, I chase their eyes in many ways. But peace will come, I think, someday, But I stay where they see me great.   Szakál Réka X. R

Looking at him… oh wow, wow, wow, What a beautiful feeling, isn’t it?  Ask me about my favourite colour,  and I’ll end up talking about his eyes.  ’Cause some memories never leave your bones—  like salt in the sea, they become part of you.    If your heart truly believes in something,  it’s probably meant to be.  I won’t leave you,  ’cause why would you give up on something you think about every day?  Maybe we’re not perfect,  but I wish you could see what’s in my mind—  you’

No, of course, being a woman is not all about being pretty But how hard is it to be a woman and not be?   Lesser than women, that girl who’s not the beauty standard or just not allowed to be The one who doesn’t have friends or a perfect family   Any girl who isn’t perfect With delicate wrists and a small nose Any girl who has short hair Or doesn’t wear make-up like the norm   Any girl who wasn’t “their” version of pretty Isn’t allowed to be feminine really   “How threatening"

Oh What have i done What have i become? I tear myself apart To try and play the part No one knows it all Still, I feel so dull. Oh What have I done Where's the little girl gone? She's just looked in the mirror When she cried a bitter river. And only in the dark Does she let her soul spark. Yet here I am Needle in the sand Tear in the eye I tried to fly But I'm under water All I can do is falter. Oh What do I have to do To finally be welcome home? At the doors of forever Had I

I sit and stare, the clock ticks slow, My mind drifts where I’d rather go. The pencil waits, the page is white, I’d trade it for games all night.   Equations dance, they mock my brain, The grammar rules all sound insane. I sigh, I fiddle, try once more, My notes now scrambled even more   But when it’s done, the works complete, That victory feels kinda sweet. So next time tasks begin to pile, I’ll face them maybe just in time   Prokop Tamás   X. R

It was a nice summery day, when the Grinch was clearly getting bored of staying in his awsome, precios, cool, amazing, fantastic and epic mountain house in the sky. He thought for a while, and a great idea jumped into his hairy head, just like it did during last Christmas, but he changed after that, so this idea was basically good. His idea was to go on a trip to Hawaii with all of his village friends: Cindy Lou, and of course, his loyal dog Max. But firstly, he needed permis

Vacation had begun. The children were going home from Hogwarts. When the train arrived at the station. Harry was happily expecting his children with Ginny. The children hurriedly ran off the train to hug their parents. Harry’s family was leaving the station when Ron came up and said: “Hello, we're going on a trip this summer and we'd like you to come too.” Harry was surprised. “Oh, Ron, thanks, but we have plan for this summer vacation.” “Really? We have plan for this summer?

Elves are not real. To be completely straightforward, who in their right mind would believe in ridiculously small humanlike creatures whose sole purpose is to make gifts for children and nothing more? Wouldn’t one get tired of such labor? Moreover, that challenges the question of where gifts come from, if not from the hand of elves? Well, sit back, and let me enlighten you.             It all started when a week before Christmas Eve, Santa Clause received the atrocious new th

My days are constantly the same: sleep, devour something or somebody, and sleep again. Or, should I say, they were the same. However, everything altered when I became aware of her. My dull and tedious life became full of colour. More precisely, green and red. I always fancied red, associated it with blood, and naturally, I adored blood.       Nonetheless, green was new to me. Especially her emerald green eyes were different. I had never seen something quite like them. Of cour

There was once a little cottage, avoided by the population. Everybody knew the story of the widow who lived in there.     Eva’s husband died years ago in a tragic accident. Ever since then, she had been living all by herself.     One night, something unexpected happened to Eva.  She was standing in front of her bathroom mirror, struggling to open her pill box. The lid was stuck. After a few minutes, she managed to get it open, but all the pills ended up on the ground as she p

I was walking in a nearby village when suddenly my partner, John asked me why the atmosphere in the village was so eerie. We asked a villager who lived there.                            "Have you not heard about the great count Dracula who terrorizes our people?" he asked. The name was very familiar, but I thought that I had ended that battle a long time ago. My friend and I decided to go and investigate. While walking out of the village, we encountered some werewolves. Lucki

As the ominous darkness grew larger and larger, Diaz prepared to close the mortuary for the night. It was a cold, monotone Friday night, and Diaz had been working for 14 hours that day, so he felt relieved when the clock struck 11 o’clock. He had always been a huge admirer of the dead and had always dreamt of becoming a mortician, even though he was always called a sick weirdo and an outcast by the small town’s residents, even his deceased wife worried about his mental well-b

It was a foggy day out. Jesse had just woken up after a long night of work. He decided that that day was going to be his. He was finally going to take a break after all the work his boss had given him. There was just one problem: he hadn't decided how he was going to spend his free time. He needed some ideas, so he decided to call his friends. Unfortunately, most of them were unavailable, as it was a Thursday, and everyone was still working. He almost gave up when he remember

I’ve been standing here for hours. Straightened up, like a stiff board. Every fibre of my being is trembling, my hands are shaking, my legs are shivering. I became a fragile, a delicate leaf hanging on a bare tree. And a huge crowd is watching me, paying attention to whatever I’m doing. Whether I’m breathing or moving.    ‘Should she suffer, we all will be safe!’   They’re saying I have to suffer. I must suffer because of my sin. The sin that has been hiding in my bloodline f