Writings

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

In a world full of vampires, witches and other monstrous creatures, humans lived full of fear and with their only hope being the hunters, whose job it was to catch and kill these monsters. One day, a vampire entered the village, but it was an unusual one. It didn’t seem to be as wild as the other ones. Obviously, the people first ran into their houses, but the monster wasn’t running around like the usual vampires, he sat down at the front of the church and waited. Soon, a man

Once upon a time, there was a Ghost. The people said the ghost had a pumpkin head and human body. He had a motorcycle, he could ride with it fast, like crazy. People called him The Ghost of Halloween. Every year, every Halloween, he went to the city and he scared the people. People had no idea to what they could do. Everyone liked Halloween and everyone liked playing trick or treat. Kids got costumes and parents gave to the kids candies, chocolate and lollypops. Usually it wa

Last year in October, Alex went to the school library. It was a cold day. The sky was grey. The wind was strong. Many students went home. Some made Halloween costumes. Alex stayed in the library. He liked books. It was quiet. He sat down and started to read an old book The book was brown. The title was: "Stories from Transylvania." He read and turned the pages. Then he heard a small sound. He looked up. No one was there. Then he heard a voice. It was very quiet. The voice sai

It's Halloween. I and my best friend, David are walking to my house because tonight, he will sleep at my place. It's a quiet, mysterious night. The street is empty and a bit creepy, but we go home happily, because we are together. On Hill Street, we see a shiny pumpkin with fire in its eyes and in its mouth. When we get next to it, it transforms into a body and it says: “I’ve got you!!!” “Aaaa... Run! I 'm just 13! I don't want to die!” We

You know who's your friend? The devil is one of them You can't see him, he's invisible, If you'd find him, it would be a miracle He is untouchable, undestroyable. Slowly he takes over the land, On everything he puts his hand. He infects the people, Everyone becomes evil. Evilness is spreading in the city, Nowadays you can't trust anybody, They haven't got a soul, just pure villainy. They're from Hell, they show no mercy. They are trying to fit in, quietly, While spreadi

It was a dark and gloomy night. The streets were lathered with a thick layer of fog and it had been chilly for a while - a beautiful sight of changing seasons. I could see the sprinkle of rain glistening in the streetlight while I listened to my own footsteps on my way back home. I had had a long day, but the sharpness of the fresh air enhanced my senses. The sound of my clothes rustling was loud in the otherwise quiet road. I knew the way by heart, I was going home, but I ha

Darkness and cold, The colorful, crunchy leaves Of autumn, Dracula is known to be alone. The birds are singing, The river flows backwards. Wolves howling in The deep of the woods. Dracula has depression, A very severe one. He misses his girl, But the Sun is out, He cannot go outside Because he doesn't want to die. The sun is killing him As his love for his girl Which is forbidden and will be For as many years he’s gonna be alive. Varga Antónia XII. H

On a foggy night, when the Sun hid behind the bloodthirsty curtain of black clouds, a hideous child had been born. The merry mother had given all of her energy to him, leaving for herself only so much that she would survive the crimson birth. The proud father had a smile stuck on his face, one that would disappear as soon as he heard words from the outside. Peasants and lords, all came to his isolated fortress to warn him of the signs. “The milk of the cows has turned blue!”