Writings

Life is a series of decisions, you can compare it to a Kahoot quiz. You may choose right or you can choose wrong. You can’t be always the first, so don’t compare yourself to others. And don’t try to copy them because you became who you are with your own way. If you choose right something good/positive may happen, but not every time, sometimes nothing happens. Nothing is most of the time better than something bad, something really, really bad. The right option is not always th

(Albert and Phoebe are sitting on the porch of the red house. When Phoebe starts to speak, she stands up and walks around the stage) Phoebe My dear fellow, have you ever thought about marriage? Albert Why yes, the thought has occurred! (He takes an engagement ring out of his pocket and shows it to the audience. He drops to one knee behind Phoebe, where she cannot see him.) Phoebe (giggles) Me too. I have even prepared a little list of who I wouldn’t want to tie the knot wit

A long, long time ago, when people did not yet rule over the world, solely over themselves, two young boys swore to be brothers before friends. They did not know what this meant, but they traded blood. The cuts were nothing but nail-width scratches for a drop of blood to scurry through, creating an ethereal bond between the two which could only be broken through death. But the boys did not concern themselves with such magical consequences. One day, one of them felt an unbea

As we go on the stony path leading into the soul of the forest, the numerous minute insects and butterflies are extremely intriguing, thanks to their unpredictable movements and fluttering. Continuing our way, we can observe different-sized chasms, which were dug up by some tiny souls trying to survive and make it through the cold winter, while orbiting around the forest in hope of putting hands on some nutrition and water. As the winter slowly but surely passes, we can hear

On a quiet afternoon, Anna was sitting nearby the window of a small café in London. Outside, the rain was falling softly, and the streets were full of people running home after a long workday. The warm light inside the café made Anna feel a little safer. She had just moved to the city a few weeks earlier, and everything still felt strange and lonely for her. Anna left her hometown, however, she wanted more from life. She dreamed of finding a job that she loved. She opened h

I feel like I’m floating. Like I’ve suddenly became a tiny, imperceptible, innocuous feather, trying to preserve its spirit of life, attempting to cherish its fate, as it chose it for itself. I’m not able to see beyond my limits, there’s only vacancy in my sight. I’m confused, I have absolutely no idea what my purpose is, what is the point of me wandering about in perplexity. After brief deliberation it occurs to me: solitude is my only company in this – I dare to claim –

I keep forgetting that time doesn’t owe me an explanation. It just happens like a fridge humming in the other room, or a text I reread even though I knew exactly what it said. Today I wanted to be better, and drink the coffee while it’s hot . I failed by midnight. There was a moment, standing in the kitchen, barefoot, with crumbs on the counter. The moonlight did that thing where it pretends time is going to heal everything. For a second, I believed it, and I think that’s the

Amber rays of the sun tint the sky each day, The moon that shines at nigh lights up the way. Both live in the same house, but the times are never the same. One leaves as the other comes, like a quiet, endless game. We think of them as a pair, like land and sea. But we forget about distance that we cannot see. Two completely different words, walking the sky, holding a torch. One we landed on, one we can’t even approach. Once in a while they do finally meet, hug as time fli

It was a long time ago when I and my best friend, Zsofi went ice-skating. Everything was fine until I saw something suspicious. On the ground something was written, at first I couldn't read what it was, because it was written with a light colour. I sat down, because I wanted to see what was it. I looked closer, and I saw a camera under the ice. I was confused. I told Zsofi what I saw, but she didn't believe me. I wanted to show her, but until we arrived there it was gone (w

Joe was in a desert, and all he saw was sand, everywhere he looked. He knew it was essential for him to find water soon or he would die, and a place where he could sleep would be great too, as deserts get freezing during the night. He walked slowly, feeling that his body could give up at any time, and then he saw it. A small village with around five wooden cabins, and people around. This sight gave him hope, and soon he was among the houses, trying to talk to the people. Luck

It all took place an a foggy autumn day. Rain was pouring outside, covering the craggy landscape of the outrageous mountains embellished with sprinkles of snow. Among these mountains lays a tiny cottage, which gives home to Lucas And Andreas, two siblings, both petulant and absentminded. They had been foes ever since the day they had ventured into the broad world. One day, as Lucas was scolding Andrew for being deceitful by stealing and casting away his school project, his br

It's going to be a while... Until you figure out for yourself what Christmas is really about. But until then you have all the time in the world to be just a kid who couldn't care less about the peace, about the love, about the forgiveness, about the holiness. You are lucky enough to keep wishing and whining for all the presents the expensive gifts every shiny object that enters your sight. It's going to be a while... And I wouldn't trade it for a single thing. Csete B

Christmas is slowly approaching, and I would like to highlight the person I am the most grateful for. This specific person is no other than my mother. She truly means the world to me, because I have an unexplainable bond with her. The more I started growing up, the more I realized how important it is to have a supportive mother in my life, who is a built-in best friend too! I believe that she is the strongest person I know, with the biggest heart ever. Every time something is

Dear Grandma, You are probably wondering why I am writing this letter, under the candle light, three days before Christmas Eve. I felt I had to write this letter, even though you are no longer here, so that I could somehow tell you all that is in my heart. I truly miss you, Grandma, and not only now, but in every single moment of my life. You were the rock of our family, and I’m afraid that without that rock, the wall will crumble, because from now on,

Dear Angel, I would like to tell you how we are waiting for you. I wish for a very beautiful Christmas. We made Advent calendars, one containing sweets, and the other containing stories. We read Christmas tales each evening while we drink tea. We have an Advent wreath and that is made of 4 candles. We light one candle every Sunday. We participate at Christmas markets and we collect money to help poor children. I sing in the choir and we sing Christmas carols. We always bake

It was a gloomy day on the last day of school before winter vacation the teacher said that we would be watching a movie at class after school hours. The whole class was excited, but one particular kid was just as grumpy as ever. Ákos was timid and unhappy, since the day we had met him in first grade. For some reason he lost his Christmas spirit and hated the holiday. After that, we went home to put down our backpacks and bring hot chocolate and all kinds of snack for th

The spirit of Christmas came early for the students of the 12th grade, by the start of December the classroom had been adorned by a magnificent Christmas tree, alongside other festive decorations, capturing the notions last felt at the age where one still believed in Santa. However, all was not in fact perfect; the sentiment of the approaching holiday could not reconcile with the stress of the upcoming county-level mock Baccalaureate Exam, this phenomenon had completely ruine

It was a very nice white evening. I had a shower and I went to bed. I was happy and I couldn't wait because Santa Claus was coming that night. I fell asleep quickly. But... At 2:00 I heard some noise and I woke up. Someone was in my room. “Who are you? And where are you?” I asked. “Here I am, but please, chill. I'm just a little elf and I want to invite you to a Christmas party. Would you like to come? I heard in the dark.” “Yes, sure!” “Ok. Come with me. - and t

”What are you doing here?!” said the man, his voice bellowing angrily. ”How did you get in here? Who are you? When did you get in here? Why did you come here? Who sent you?” These questions hit Johnan like a freight train, knocking the remaining consciousness out of him, leaving the man's questions unanswered. As he woke up, he looked around in horror to realize that he had been locked into a terrifyingly small cell with dim lighting and moldy walls in a creepy, u

It was a windy morning. Snowflakes flew in each direction. Each building, each tree was covered in a dense layer of snow. As the snow was falling slowly, each kid went to school. Some were hurrying, some were walking slowly. As each student arrived to school and they occupied their usual place in the class, they all noticed something rather unusual about their classroom. The kids set up a Christmas tree prior to the holiday season. They decorated it accordingly, with everyone