Creative writing
Rita Avdiu
Spoken Words Poem
Standing at the window
Watching up the planes
They’re in every place
Thinking how to escape
No way, no way… no way
Hearing children crying
Mothers, they’re trying
Trying to do something
Fathers, ran away
Far away in the military
They take one picture
And put it on the plane
When the time comes
They’ll go insane
Crash the plane
That burned picture now is gone
The angels are not alone
They took great people
Mama, answers the call
While the baby crawls
They tell her what happened to all
She drops the phone
Thinks that she’s alone
Grabs her children
And goes somewhere else
She doesn’t care about herself
Opens up the door
The road was red
Even the trees were red
Hundreds of people were on the ground
Waiting for God
Screams everywhere
Here, there, here, there
Some tear drops mixed with the blood
Sitting under a shelter
Afraid from the wind
Afraid from the rain
Afraid from your self
And afraid from the gun
Start to run
But that doesn’t work
Not that one
They pull her
While the babies fall in the ground
They’re all around
Pointing on their heads
4 shots an their gone
Haiku
Waking up in the morning
It was Sunday
I was too tired too get up
Suddenly a noise hit my head
Hit the door, hit the window
I looked to the right, no one
Put my feet on the floor
Went downstairs
In that calm air
Opened the door
I saw two children
And the parents
I saw myself
Walking down the road
While the sun was shining on my body
At that time I looked around
Nothing was how I wanted to be
Sat down, thinking strongly
My tears join the rain
While many people passed by
My brain was whining
I found out I can do more
Better now than never “as they say”
Life doesn’t seem that bad
Flowers make my day
Put a hat on my head
Made a step and went out
The city turned into a river
Walking, splashing everywhere
I was the smallest, one out there
Felt like a water drop in an ocean
I was lost
Didn’t know where I was going, didn’t care
Hana Bacaj
Six sentences story (no repeats)
Once upon a time, was this little girl, who got lost in Kosovo. She went there for holidays. Her name is Lea, cute, respective, lovely one. This big city, rainy, small lighting and freaky. Like stranger walking through darkness. Finally being with your favorite people feels great.
Haiku
1. “ Living there
Breathing the fresh air
Feeling the blowing of air”
2. “ A rainy day
The sky is blue
The ground is green”
3. “ The butterflies flying
A flower smelling
A bird singing”
4. “ Children running
Parents smiling
Everybody in a sunny day”
5. “ The sun is shining
The clouds gone
The river flowing
6. “ Sitting down the tree
Seeing the mountain shadow
Singing louder
7. “ Hearing the nature
Feeling the sun
Having fun”
Spoken words
Sitting near a window
Thinking about nothing
Just watching the nature
Analyzing everything
Every drop of that rain that
Was making a melody
Suddenly a tornado started on me
And some things started passing by,
All the dreams I left behind
In that dreams I always see me looking
By the sky, in my dreams I always
See a place for me
Now I’m really seeing the reality,
Seeing people running for their life,
Letting all their thing behind
Letting that quite melody which stopped,
And hearing guns and screaming
Of mother, fathers, sisters, brothers.
It was that felling that made my eyes
Full of tears, it was that scene that
Made me ran away.
I was running like crazy,
Now in that strange place,
Were everything was covered in red, everyone
Babies crawling
Mamas dying
Everything was blurring
Everything got dark
Fathers going away
Their kids don’t see them
Anywhere
When all this had stop, just
News made everything WHITE
Stefani Angelova
The poem
She was a sun in the beautiful days.
She was a rose in the garden with poppies.
She was a key from the door.
But now she was going…
Clouds are covering the sky.
In the garden there are only poppies.
The door is closed…
Kolesnikova Marina
A story.
A homeless boy.
Onetime in December a lonely homeless boy was walking through the night city. It was late night, so almost nobody, except a boy and two cats, were in the quiet street. The fur of cats was so black, that their bodies seemed shadows on white-white snow.
A poor homeless child whose name was Philipp was looking for a place to stay in order to warm himself. But there was no sign of fire or light anywhere near. The only thing he could distinguish from the white-white snow were black shadows of dirty cats. Philipp called one of them:"Kss-Kss-Kss". A cat dashed to Philipp and began wiping itself around his leg. Our hero felt little warmth of its flesh and the cat gave him a positive sense, that he is not alone in this hard world.
Philipp looked at the cat's eyes and suddenly a reflection of light appeared in them. He looked around and noticed an on-light window. Then Philipp took the cat on his hands, went to the window and began observing a foregoing picture.
Three old women, around 90 years old each, were sitting comfortably at a wooden table, covered with a beige cloth. Not the beautiful cloth, but the food on the table attracted attention of the starving boy. In order to habitants of the room could enjoy the evening, a jar of strawberry jam, hot toasts and cool butter were served in the most perfect way, being the best decoration of the room. Philipp could try to be the part of this peaceful place, but his tiredness and coldness didn't let him do that.
Suddenly one of the women glanced at the window, where a homeless boy was standing outside. She gave a short cry and now all three women were looking at Philipp.
Our hero couldn't remember how it's happened that he was laying in a comfortable bed under a fluffy puvet in a nice room, which he was observing yesterday. Sunshine woke him up, remaining of the recent events. Philipp wanted only one thing now- to find the cat that has saved him life. However, he couldn't begin realizing his plan, because suddenly one of the old women entered the room. as she saw Philipp awake, she smiled and sat on the bed. The old woman began kissing Philipp in cheeks, hugging him and with tears on her face she cried:” My dear grandson! At least I have found you!"
Aleksa Grgurovic
My friend
grave?
You were shot. Is this really the end?
We were close
So why do I have to put rose
On your
I think that is how you wanted to die.
Not in sleep, not from disease.
You wanted to dies in some struggle.
In some impossible situation.
Surrounded by murderers like you were.
But I still want that you aren’t dead.
And there is nothing I can do,
I can’t be you,
I can’t be in your place.
At day you died
A mailman passed buy.
He had a letter you wrote,
I hope you had a pleasant thought.
Now I give you these coins
For a ferryman.
I hope you will cross the Styx,
And find your way to the underground.
There you will be just a shadow,
But here you will stay in our hearts.
6 sentence no repeats
I like to sit alone and think. My head is very quiet. It is a peaceful place with bright lights, imaginations. Thoughts hit the walls of my mind. Ideas come; some of them will be realized. At the moment think inside my head works fine.
Ekaterina Selivanova
About camps, difference and the word “respect”…
Where are you from, a cute guy?
Every year AUBG camp becomes home for students of almost 40 nationalities. While staying here I have understood that we are not only students, we are faces of our nations. When I was a child I was bored of talks about “good behavior” abroad – it seemed silly and naïve to me. Nowadays I notice it really depends on our impression about one or another country.
At the moment I am very much interested in such countries as Azerbaijan, Kosovo or Moldova, for example. Friendly and open-hearted people from these countries made me feel like this. I am willing to study more about their culture, language and places to visit. I am sure that if a person who is pleasant, who has an inspiration for studying something new, but not only for shopping and hanging somewhere looking for adventures, if he understand what is the word “respect” means, he will make a great amount of friends and peers respecting his country and talking only good opinion about his nation independently of political conflicts.
We are all different: somebody is from Ukraine, somebody is from Spain; somebody is afraid of imaging himself in a coffin while reading an elegy; somebody would not mind about making crazy videos for Alex and Toy from the office situated in the closet. Nevertheless, for a whole month we are to live together and try to get pleasure from it. We are doing it successfully, but sometimes we have troubles and arguing…
Firstly not everyone is ready to make their mind that we must not go to stranger’s monastery with our own rules. Shouldn’t we respect each other? It is possible not to scream and not to weep in corridors; take your dishes away after a dinner; to switch off the light while your room-mate is trying to sleep and actually you don’t need it anymore.
I try my best to leave warm opinion in my foreign friends’ hearts and I do want my dream to become true. As for me, I have meet a lot of nice people, but also such ones, who I don’t respect and, as a result, I am not interested in their countries. It is a petty, but such things happen and I am sure not only with me.
Sometimes I have a feeling that if the President of France was staying in camp with the President of Russia (or just the other way around), who was always making a mess in their room as a little piglet, we would not have such nice relationships among our countries. It is just a joke, but… Every joke has a piece of truth, doesn’t it?
The great things always contain a lot of tiny ones. People’s relationships and communication is the thing that makes the Earth’s moving dependent. They are complicated to over think and there are no special laws for successful communication. We should just learn by heart that RESPECT is the most important thing for everybody.
Valia Dimitrova
Epigraph
Pluses are positive, power is not needy
Official announcement can be deep excuses
For being slippery innocent pencil in someone’s hand
Trying to be vehicle witness
Without using any silly words
In the sand sent of time
Story
It’s all about the possibility we have, sometimes you’re the right person for something and you have to do it. Luck is not enough, pluses are positive and they have the same influence on people. Being powerful is not needy it’s something that many people like and are addicted to. When you’re on a crossroad and you have a limit of time, the sand sent is not waiting, you just have to decide which way to go through. Optimistic people feel like pluses influence helps them to choose what to do. Being inspired, there isn’t anything better. You know it’s because you already felt it and you liked it a lot.
Don’t you like being wanted? Do you like being the centre of attention? Every single person likes being the best even for a second, that’s the way he feels wanted, exactly the moment he sees the face of the people how are sure he is good at something and his face is part of his memory. Of course it’s not a perfectly perfect memory but it’s something left in his head and he will remember it forever.
It happened with a girl, all there staff happened with a girl as pretty as a rose, smart as a genius. Bravely beautiful girl exploring world’s adventures and thinking positive, trying to help people. And this girl had a very happy life, full of possibilities and wishes that became true. One hardworking girl, loved and respected.
It all happened before she was accused of murder. There were so many clues and each was against her. But she didn’t do it, she was not guilty. An innocent girl on the court. Many people thought that it’s her destiny, others believed she actually has done it, but it was not true…
She was judged on ten years prison but the poor girl couldn’t wait her last day between those four walls and decided to kill herself.
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