Maria Hoque writes THE WATERFAIRY

THE WATERFAIRY A man named JAMAL goes everyday to the forest to cut trees. He is very poor. Everyday he sells wood and the money that he earns he feeds his children. One day he went near a river to cut trees. When he tried to hit a tree with his axe, this fell into the river. The river was dangerous and there were many crocodiles. So Jamal, desperate, began to cry. He is so poor that he can't buy another axe. So he started to think what to do under a tree. After a few moments a WATERFAIRY came out of the river and asked: "Why are you crying?"."I'm very poor and my axe fell into the river so I'm crying." answered Jamal. " Well, I'll bring you the axe, don't cry!" said the waterfairy. After that the waterfairy went into the water and brought a gold axe and asked him: " Is this yours?" Jamal controlled it very well and said no. Immediately the waterfairy went into the water and brought a steel axe and asked the same question, but it wasn't Jamal's axe. Then the waterfairy went another time into the water and brought an iron axe and asked: "Is it yours?" Jamal was very happy. That was his axe! The waterfairy became proud of Jamal's sincerity. She gave him the two axes one of gold and the other one of steel with Jamal's own axe. Selling the two axes of gold and steel Jamal became very rich because he earned a lot of money. After that Jamal told the event to one of his friends that was poor and greedy. So the man went to the river and threw the axe intentionally. Then he started to cry without any reason. The waterfairy came out like before and asked: " Why are you crying?" the man said the same things of Jamal. Then the waterfairy returned into the water and brought him a gold axe and asked if it was his. The man couldn't resist to the light that the gold axe was shining and said: "Yes, it's mine! I recognized it!" but it didn't work because the waterfairy knows very well that the axe wasn't his. So she went away and didn't return. Then the man started to cry because he lost not only the gold axe but also his own axe, too! in that moment he understood that telling a lie isn't a good work. THE END

A cold dark night

A Cold Dark Night It was a cold dark evening in November. It was six o’clock, and people were going home from work. Vanessa was driving out of town. She was in a hurry, but she wasn’t going home. She stopped to buy a bottle of wine, and then got back into the car and continued driving. She brought Sharon, her daughter, from the baby-sitter’s and she went back home. The bottle of wine was for his husband, George. George was a terrible husband: he busted her daughter and her wife every evening because he was always drunk. Vanessa and Sharon arrived at home. Sharon asked:” Mummy, why is daddy so angry with us every night?” and Vanessa answered:” Don’t worry Sharon, I’m going to carry out the matter… Hurry up, go to bed and don’t get out from your room!” so Sharon said:” Okay mummy, good night…”. Vanessa went into the kitchen and put some poison in the bottle of wine, she wanted to kill him. At eleven o’clock George, drunk, came in and sat on the sofa with a bottle of beer. Vanessa took the bottle of wine and went to George. ” George, this is a present for you…” and George said:” Well well… my wife is kind with me…” she said:”George, please, take this present, this is your favourite wine… ehm… it’s good!” but George said:” Do you really think I’m so stupid? There was white dust on the table; you want to drug me!”. George stood up from the sofa and hit Vanessa's head with the bottle of beer .Vanessa fell down on the floor. Sharon was looking at the scene. George saw Sharon behind the door. Vanessa, with weak voice, said:” Run, my love, run away…” so she did. George, running, started following Sharon. Sharon quickly went into her room and locked the door. George screamed :” Open this door, Sharon! Open it, now! Sharon took the telephone and called the police. -“Please, help me, my father wants to kill me!”. -“Where are you now?”- the policeman asked. -I’m at home, in Roses Road number 93. Please come quickly!”. In the meantime, George tried to break the door. Sharon looked at the window, it was the only way out, so she went out of the house. She could run away now , but she remembered her mother, so she wanted to face his father. Sharon got in by the back door, then she went to the kitchen and took a knife. She saw her mother dead and her fear turned into hate. Sharon saw his father in the hall and she ran against him. -“Die!”. She tried to hit him, but he stopped her arm and slipped off the knife. -“Go to hell with your mother, this is your end!”. Sharon screamed and closed her eyes… This was the end… … But… nothing hit Sharon. She opened her eyes and she saw her father standing in front of her. After a while, George fell down and Sharon saw her mother behind him with a knife. Soon Sharon realized that her mother had killed her father. Vanessa hugged Sharon and said:” You 've been brave, my love…”. Suddenly the police arrived. After two weeks, the Court House decided that George’s murder was justified, because Vanessa was defending her daughter, so Vanessa wasn’t arrested. After three months, Vanessa got married and the family left the city. The End Nicola Menditto

A COLD DARK NIGHT

It was a cold dark evening in November.

It was six o’clock, and people were going home from work.

Vanessa was driving out of town. She was in a hurry, but she wasn’t going home. She stopped to buy a bottle of wine and then got back into the car and continued driving.

Finally she reached her destination. That district in the suburb was full of legends. People said at night you can see lights and hear voices coming from the first floor of the second abandoned flat next to the post office. And this is only one of the told legends... .

Vanessa had a date with a weird man in the second abandoned flat next to the post office, first floor. When she went out of her car she immediately felt an unquiet atmosphere .

She knocked at the door, saw a good-looking man and she was surprised. He had particular green eyes, very black hair and a little beard. His house was modern with white furniture. Vanessa was surprised by a singular thing: the man was a knives collector; there were knives everywhere and Vanessa was frightened.

He said: -I’m happy that you are here, I’m Goran-  

She asked: -Have you started  flirting and sending e-mails force six months?-

-Yes, I have. Kelly gave me your e-mail address bacause...it’s a long story.-

-Were you her boyfriend?-

-Not exactly...if you come here, we’ll talk about it.-

 Vanessa and Goran sat on the floor in front of a Japanese table with sushi on it. Sushi was Vanessa’s favourite food.

Then he said:"Don’t ask anything! I know you and you know me. OK?-

-Yeah...- She coudln’t finish speaking because he kissed her.

Vanessa was really surprised. He knew her and she maybe knew him.

He said:-I know you want to know who I am, but I want to drink the wine you brought before-

And she said:-Of course, here you are-

Vanessa didn’t realize that Goran was putting something into her glass and he didn’t show the knife he was holding in his hands. While they were drinking their glass of wine, Vanessa fainted on the floor.

When she woke up, she saw Goran looking at her in a strange way and then he said :-Who are you?-

Goran showed a 30cm long knife and said:-If I tell you, I’ll distress you more than with this knife-

Vanessa didn’t cry but held his hand and said:-If you tell me who you are I won’t shout tonight-

He understood and said-I’m what you had but you forgot-  She said crying-Patrick? I just remember a name and some nightmare-

-Can I tell you all?-he asked

-Yes, please!-she answered.

-We were 18 and we were engaged, although our parents did not agree. We have been engaged for 4 years, but a day all finished.

We were driving home from a party and we had an accident. I broke my leg but you lost your memory of last years and you had a cicatrix on your right shoulder.

Your parents  built again your memory but they deleted me. I discovered it when I came into your hospital room and you said-Who are you? Go out please!-I‘ve stayed closed at home for 3 months and then I started to flirt with women, haunt them, violate them, record their shouts and listen to them a lot of times for suppressing your absence. Kelly was the only one that knew you and I didn’t do with her what I’ve just said. So you are here.-

Patrick and Vanessa talked about past and future for a long time. Although they stayed well together, they knew there was a high wall between them...the time: the lost one and the future one.

They spent the night together. At 3.30 a.m Vanessa woke up crying silently and went in front of the wall with hundreds of knives. At the same time Patrick was waking up and was following Vanessa secretely. He had the right time for stopping her with his hands and said:

-Why do you want to kill you? We can spend all life together-

-No, we can’t. You know it, you have known it since we met for the first time.-

The two lovers took a long knife, pierced their right shoulder  deathly and spent their last moment together on the floor until death came.

                                                                                                   

                                                                                             

                                                                                                  Grazia Giulia Ribbeni

Alfred Tennyson's Lady of Shallot

Lady of Shallot

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