Creative writing: Savignyplatz

The sun was striking cold on that morning of middle November. He was sitting on one of the two central benches in Savignyplatz. His dog wandered tired on the grass. He heard the S-Bahn stopping at the station right behind him. He stood up and turned to look at the wagons. Ten people jumped down, only two jumped in. He noticed a young mustachioed Italian coming down from the stairs of the station. His eyes followed him carelessly until they met the clock: it was half past eight, he had been sitting on that bench for two hours. Before going out, he had programmed to sit on the bench and think. But once there, he couldn’t: he had just sat there and watched now his dog, now the yellow bus, now that old woman with weird orange hair, now that couple of students going to school. Now he was late for work and only now he remembered what he wanted to think about. What had happened the day before, right in front of the Literaturhas in Fasanenstraße, had confused him for all the night. Why did that girl start to talk to him? Why did she ask him, with her adorable German accent and in such a low voice “Have you ever been in prison?”?
He couldn’t answer, he was like paralyzed, he could just stand there and watch her into her eyes. Was he going to meet her again? Was she going to change his life? Dario Scuderi VH

Creative writing

(Joyce style)

Random thoughts

Actually I didn’t know what to do when he was still there on my bed sleeping and in the meantime smiling at his joyful and light-hearted beauty and wrapped on the sheets even more attractive upon the faint light of the windy dawn and then there were pictures appearing like rumors and rumors like voices reminding my mother or maybe my sister yes my sister and her old boyfriend with his strange mustache decorating his pale face and an old green bracelet on a green dark hood  and I was just a little girl and lots of curly blond airy hair covering my shoulder and a terrible nostalgia was devouring me in all my thinness of feelings and my weak body and my sense of starvation and my eyes towards his glorious expression of appeasement and I was blue as the blood flowing in my veins and his newly grown beard and what was the colour of his eyes? An intense desire and the wavy sea (oh yes they were blue) a barefoot run on a cloudy day and my pain and my trembling legs for a sense of  inexorable loneliness  and the big loss of myself in that room that used o be mine and lots of imported cigarettes and the smell of something wrong when you woke up.


(modernist style)

Don’t tell lies Mrs. Johnson!

Whit a rapid movement of his wrist Logan looked at the time indicated on his watch and, without saying a word, he moved towards that woman handcuffed to a chair. She strongly looked at his eyes.  “What do you think why are you here?” asked Logan, placing gently his hands on her knees “I have no idea”… “  What’s your name?” replied  him “Megan” she answered keeping looking him on  his eyes. “Don’t tell lies Marissa, you’re not able to”.
“What do you want from me?” she asked curiously, “ Don’t care about this; now, we just want you to be sincere…” he said calmly “…because lies make us extremely nervous” and continued “What do you do in your life, Marissa?” asked Logan getting used to her humbug “ I work on a shabby café, cleaning up whatever people leave on the tables and making espressos; that’s what people ask for now: espresso”.
“Well Marissa, maybe you misunderstand my words my dear…” he said angrily “I was testing you, you failed. You must we have discovered everything about you” he moved his eyes towards her eyes “you’re a spy sent by FBI, and you’re neither able to prepare a decent espresso…”. He put his hand on his pocket and, in a quick instant, shot her to her head.
by  Silvia Altomare   V H

So hard to forget

My blank stare says it all
Dreams are my crowd
I stand alone and they don't call,
And for this I am proud

I watch every night the moon
Fixed, consuming the last defeat
Hoping that my happiness  will come soon,
I can’t return home on my own feet

Every day I look around
but I cannot see clearly
It seems to me I'll surround
And I don’t think it’s too early

Because something touched me deep inside
The day when she sat beside
A.Polizzi IV H

A sonnet

With child's eye
I looked you more and more,
I loved you, but I had to say goodbye
and I can't go back to those days anymore.

I feel you in my dreams,
I can even touch the sky
and I love it because it seems
that we were meant to fly.

I missed staying with you  in harmony,
now there's only emptiness in my heart
but this was our destiny
even if I fall apart.

So long far away from you , I can't stand ,
I promise someday I'll hold your hand.



Francesca Di Paola IV H

my Shakespearean sonnet

What if I don't know what to say
To describe the deep feelings inside me
Trying to find the right way
To tell you how difficult true love can be

Searching the key to your lovely heart
Into your green shining eyes
Enduring the distance which makes me hurt
Without seeing how your smile shines

I just can dream about your angel face
Looking to enjoy the few seconds with you
Feeling lost in your tender embrace
And wishing that this wonderful dream comes true

To you this sonnet with its rhyme
So my love remains until the end of time
Laid Rawen IV H

She and Me

She is walking on the ground

In a mysterious night park,

And she never goes down

Because she is not afraid of the dark;

She lives in a town full of many teens

And she has to be on time

If she wants to be the one among the queens,

And always following this line;

But when I see you I feel passing all the seasons

Although I know you are odd,

And I don’t give me any reasons

Just because I’m not afraid to feel mad;

So I’ll be there waiting for you

Just to see your eyes blue.


  Francesco Lo Porto IV H

An example for everybody.

I’ve always had a desire
That is to write some words for a champion:
His name is Del Piero, a powerful player like the fire,
A big footballer who, for Juventus, pays attention.

It should be necessary to do a statue
Not only for his class
But above all for his value
And seriousness and great behaviour those he has.

He won a lot of leaugues
Like “Champions Leaugue”, “World Cup” and other leaugues without stop
And after that he did a lot of fatigues,
He get to the top.

Now, after 19 years, he left Juventus
But I can only say that his career was stupendous!

                                                                                             GIORGIO AGLIERI IV H

My passion

I can see it in a stand or on a shelf.
When I see it I think it has a good taste
and I want it for myself:
certainly I don't want to waste!

With or without nuts , dark or white,
how can I choose the best?
Idea! In a list I should write,
so I can decide which I offer to my guest!

Every greedy all over the world says:
"I wouldn't give up eating it:
everyday I could eat more and more", replays.
Seriously, should you prefer a piece of biscuit?

And so, to finish the couplet,
I tell you that I talked about a chocolate tablet!
Giovanna Lelio 4H

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT

I pressed the button on for the first time
And i saw the first images on the screen,
My pupils began to shine,
My eyes a new fantastic world have seen;

I couldn't do anything,
Initially I was scared a little bit
But I felt I knew how to do everything,
I understood I had a genius for it;

When I use it I forget anything around,
I am on a planet made by chip,
I listen only to the "click" sound,
It and me...joined at the hip!

"What is it?", the reader tells,
my computer, what else.

Luca Lombardo 4H

Together in Heaven

Isenstadt 23 September 1943. Heinrich Von Soff, a soldier, met Angelina Meier, a nurse, in a military hospital. When he saw her, he fell in love. Heinrich and Angelina started a love relationship and they loved each other. On 12 December 1943, Heinrich and Angelina got married, but on 27 Jenuary 1944, Heinrich had to join a military mission. Heinrich left and Angelina was very sad. Four days later, Angelina went for a walk and she saw a horrible thing: a lager. She saw the nazis who killed and striked the prisoners. After that, Angelina allied with the resistance, but during a fight with a nazi trooups she was arrested. Heinrich went back to Isenstadt and he was forced to kill her wife. He didn't want to do that, but the nazi ufficials menaced him. He was forced to kill Angelina. The pain caused by the death of Angelina brouth him to suicide. Now Heinrich and Angelina stay together in the heavens. by Nicola Menditto