FOREWORD After being hidden in the dusty corners of my computer for quite a while, these the words finally come to light as a wish has been granted just before the end of the year.
I have been yearning for an audience for my talented students that use words to paint on the canvas of live.
I hope they will find their readers and that readers will find their writers in the pages of this magazine. This is just the beginning, don’t you ever lose the courage to make yourselves heard!
Inside this issue DESCRIPTIONS
Flying – In the mind of Amelia Earhart
Let it snow
The Gift Shop
School: The US vs. Romania
Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose
What does happiness smell like?
The fatal storm
What is a race?
Flying – In the mind of Amelia Earhart
“And in the end, I reflected upon the reverberating echoes of the future, when history will consider me as being the first to do something. “
As soon as I fastened my seatbelt my body started to tremble and I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. There were many people who came to see me so the first thing that crossed my mind was that it would be really silly to crash the plane right after I took off and with that in my mind I was able to leave the airport, doing my best in order to amaze the audience. During the flight I was quite calm, I even started to sing a couple of times, but I have to admit that seeing the blue infinite ocean before my eyes was both scary and magnificent. I could have sunk in a blink of an eye but I did not want to become another horrible accident in history, I wanted to become history. That is why I am here today, because I believed in my dream!
It was a marvellous experience, maybe the most nerve wrecking, but satisfying goal I’ve achieved in my entire life. All I could think of was me, in an absolute control over my personal plane. Then, other thoughts crossed my mind: the freedom of being so up in the clear, turquoise sky, that the entire common world I left below would fit into a pocket; the need of getting higher and higher and breaking records that I’ve never imagined I would. And in the end, I reflected upon the reverberating echoes of the future, when history will consider me as being the first to do something. The first to set an example to all the women that desire to be known to the world… The first to… I’ll stop here. I’d better let you continue.
Silence. The humming of the engines was the only thing that I heard. As I took off, I could feel the tarmac running off my feet. The clouds began to pass me by and it was getting harder and harder to distinguish between the ocean lying beneath me and the infinite sky. I was afraid… If I was brave enough to fly that plane, I would be confident enough to put it down safely. With fearless thoughts going through my mind and secure hands gripping the levers in the cockpit, I told myself that I would survive.
It was as if I met the infinite: the sky, the ocean, the air, everything was the perfect definition for the infinite. The exciting part was knowing that once I took off there was no turning back, no stop, just the bright blue of the sky patterned with pure white clouds and under us, the big turquoise unknown. Once up there, you didn’t know whether you were going to make it or not, but you definitely felt like you had reached a corner of heaven just by looking around you. A breathtaking view, experience… It certainly was.
Mihaela Colea Alexandra Badea
Oana Stan Vlad
“The scent of hot chocolate was hugging all the cuddly toys that were stupidly smiling at me, showing the children their fluffy colored cheeks. “
“The shop was wonderful, a truly masterpiece obviously constructed with love and magic.”
The Gift Shop I could not just simply pass by this particular shop. All those dazzling colors coming from thousands of different objects and the noisy people with their bright faces beaming at each other took control over my footsteps and before I knew it I was already there. There were most certainly gifts for everyone on the loaded shelves, tiny objects which were made with such meticulousness that could almost convince us to buy everything we laid eyes on. I couldn’t resist those vivid lights and I am sure that I wouldn’t miss this shop even if I were blindfolded.
The first Disneyland of my life was when I was eight years old. Now I realize it wasn’t as great as I saw it then. I was walking with my mom on the white street. It was almost Christmas. When we entered a regular gift shop it seemed like we traveled in a rainbow like world, separated from ours. All the pinkdressed blonde-haired ballerina dolls were cheerfully gazing at the silver branches of the old trees on the window’s glow with their big blue eyes. The toy soldiers were proudly wearing their fighting red coats while they were looking down the thick brows. The scent of hot chocolate was hugging all the cuddly toys that were stupidly smiling at me, showing the children their fluffy colored cheeks.
Page 5 Richard was walking chaotically on the crowded street, struggling not to bump into somebody. After turning around several times and a dozen of apologies he reached the place where he wanted to be teleported; if possible: Mr Hamish’s Gift Shop. He entered carefully and a tiny bell at the top of the wooden door announced a possibly new client. The shop was wonderful, a truly masterpiece obviously constructed with love and magic. As you entered, you stepped on a beautiful red carpet with tiny golden lines. Hanged off the dark ceiling, there were three brightly illuminating chandeliers, probably made of white crystals. Coming back to Earth, on both sides there were stunning silver candle sticks, giving off a pleasant heat.
Random Thoughts On the right side on shelves full of different stuffs, such as books, ornaments, artificial flowers and other beautifully made objects. “Richie, you’ve finally arrived! I can’t remember very well what you told me on the phone, so… What do you want, boy?” Mr Hamish said. The old man smiled pleased and led Richard to the toy department.
The Park “The stars were sending from time to time short messages to the marble, the stones that were eternally convicted to bear the burden of the passers’ footsteps..“
As the cold wind was blowing through the branches, ripping all the leaves and throwing them into a slow dance above the people who were passing by, the birds were playing with the colorful rug made of the unlucky leaves that ended up on the frozen ground. You could see here and there the lonely dogs of the park desperately seeking for someone’s attention by rolling in the yellow grass, howling now and then at the rising moon.
If the place looked so majestic in the day light, the darkness quickly covered all the joy and transformed the alleys into gloomy paths which only those brave enough could dare to walk.
I thought I entered another world as the moon was violently throwing some rays of hope above the dark, quiet park. The wind was patrolling like a stormy employer among the trees while they were silently crying their sadness. The bench army was off duty, resting after a long day of supporting countless numbers of strangers. The stars were sending from time to time short messages to the marble, the stones that were eternally convicted to bear the burden of the passers’ footsteps.
When I approached the vintage, wooden bench in the park, that gloomy night, the reverberating echo of my footsteps firmly created an unexplainable feeling of coolness and seclusion.
Like a tick-tock sound the swing was constantly emanating a bizarre squeak.
The dreary branches of the shrubs seemed to shudder in the pattering of the thin rain that had suddenly begun. Under the crippled look in my ash-grey eyes, the magnificent park turned into a sepulchral stead: the wind was powerfully blowing as the rusty, withered leafage was gradually rising in the violet sky. The tremor of the thunder awoke me as the drops of rain formed muddy areas that covered the scrawny flowers.
I had to walk away.
Mihaela Colea The moon was watching over the empty alley. The wet cold cement was barely lit by the street lamps as the trees laid their dark shadows upon it. While the wind was whispering softly, the meowing of a cat echoed strangely in the dark. Drops dripping off the rusty fountain were breaking the deep silence of the greenery near the lake. The lights grew dimmer and dimmer…
Odd rustles could be distinguished coming from the playground and slowly their intensity became overwhelming…
When you looked at it, it was just like a painting. The brightness of the green, the red, the yellow, the orange made me feel alive despite the autumn of sad emotions and dead nature. Walking along the lake, on the rusty alley every leaf that flew around brought back emotions long forgotten. The lake seemed relaxed and peaceful. The park was my dependable friend. It listened to my every thought while the warm wind was its advice. I felt good in my old park with old and new feelings. The shrieks of the children playing tore apart the silence of my thoughts.
The coarse sky was reflecting itself in the wistful lake. Everywhere around, the oaks were scattering scarlet leaves on the muddy pavement pushed by the livid autumnal wind. Casual figures were brooding over the mundane unrest of life. The parched wooden benches were filled with thoughtful grandparents carefully looking after their hectic grandchildren. Completely untouched by the office stuff flatting out their exhausted parents, chubby kids were grinning while going down on a slide or spinning on a marrygo-round. Young couples had already left the urban entertainment and now were slowly strolling along the alleys. Lucky me, I got the perfect shot, I only had to press the button.
The Beach Tranquil waves running to have a bite from the beach… Warm wind spreading your hair all over your face and shoulders… The shattering feeling that you get when your toes are slowly sinking into the hot pearls of the golden sand… I was stuck watching how the sky was slowly losing its unique pattern and its gorgeous shades, highlighting even more the sun which was half-caught in the water, looking like it had been seen while playing hide and seek with us.
But in a blink, this show was over. The sun was gone, you could see some scattered stars on the sky, searching confused for their mates but still keeping a watchful eye on you. The only soundtrack was the rough hit of the waves fighting in the middle of the horizon and patterning the black curtain of the sky with some marvellous drops of water.
Heaven... “The miracle on earth are the laws of heaven.” Jean Paul
Heaven would be described as a corner in the nature where you can live with the feeling of being protected. The sunlight will always, during the day, smile and hug you tight. There will be also some potted plants, so you can feel always that you are accompanied by some trustful friends, moreover, some innocent and beautiful souls. Maybe a double-bed with soft covers will not make you sleep and dream as a new-born child, but a simple hammock with some little pillows will offer you the sweet feeling of relaxation, while being situated near some reality screens that reflect the goodness of God, the French windows. This cozy universe
even if may seem a little bit crowded it is totally comfortable and in the run for finding yourself in this mad world, here you can find peace and silence. A mirror that stands hung on the pure white wall, next to the windows is supervising your actions and by reflecting nothing but the reality, reminds you that you are still there, designed as an ephemeral human being, just a flesh and blood creature. Under your bare feet you can feel the touch of a tickling rustic carpet. Heaven is a place on Earth…
Mistakes Until some time ago, I was living in my crystal ball where everybody is held for a short or long period of “Mistakes are always forgivable, time - namely CHILDHOOD. When I would make a mistake, I used to if one has the courage to admit say “mommy, I’m sorry” and that was it. Now, growing up, I discover them.” that every joke, every harsh word Bruce Lee can hurt, a lot. And it hurts badly if in the middle there is a person you really love. Then, as life usually goes, you pay and it isn’t like when you go to the grocery and say: “Hi,
madam, give me a Coke. Oh, it isn’t 2 euro, it’s 2.50? Ok, here”. No, no. Ignorance and remorse appear, they make you feel helpless, you don’t know what to do and often you feel like you can’t do anything to make that person forgive you. Lately, I’ve been careless, not paying attention to what happens around me, even if it’s not a flaw that represents me.
Time and again I say or do things that have quite serious consequences, but even so I don’t seem to be learning from them. I think that this could be because of tiredness. However that would be an excuse. It could be the fact that I have a lot of people that love and help me in order to be happy and I don’t lack anything. I can’t blame them though. I can blame myself because I’m acting like a spoiled child and instead of solving my problems, I cause others. I’m very lucky. I’ve met a person who helps me discover the real life and the real me. But even if I’m trying to act like an adult, I sometimes blow it up. Why? Because in my little soul there is hidden a child who sleeps a lot, but when he wakes up he wreaks havoc. As much as I try to tackle my problems all I do is break them into smaller pieces. I think I’ve found an explanation: instead of enjoying the ride, I’m thinking of all the things that could happen and I make everything look worse than it is. Half joking, half serious… Even if I try to make jokes on this topic, believe me when I say that everyone should realize that every mistake made has a consequence.
My dance Why do I dance? I dance because this way I can escape from everything. When I dance I am so free, when I dance I am myself. I dance because dancing gives me power and makes me feel special. When I want to be alone, when I want to cry or even when I am happy, I dance. Dancing is my life. When I dance, I am free and strong.
show that you are special, unique.
I prefer staying in my room and dancing in front of the mirror instead going out, for example, because I feel that nothing can define me better than dancing. My big dream is to have my own place where I can train with my crew. Dancing is an important part of me. I`m not complete without dancing. I love that harmony that I feel when I can say that dancing makes my life better, it gives me that feeling of perfection. Everything in I dance. I`m in love with what I`m doing, with life, in my life, everything is better when I dance. my dancing. For me, the bad things, the problems pass easier when I dance and the happy Even when I learn for a test, I dance. When I events are more wonderful when I dance. hear music, I simply can`t control my body. I would never stop dancing. I am so proud when I So, dancing is who I am. Me and my dancing, we see my reflection in the mirror. I dance in front are like brother and sister. Dancing is that preof the mirror all the time. Dancing is a way of cious thing that no one can steal from me. It is life, it`s a style, it`s my style. Dancing is also a my treasure! connection between people. Dancing creates friendships, crews, it brings people together. Dancing is the chance to show who you are, to Teodora Paun
“Education is not the learning of facts, but the training of the mind to think” Albert Einstein
“People and organizations everywhere can see that current systems of education are failing to meet the challenges we now all face and they're working furiously to create alternatives.“ Sir Ken Robinson
School: the US vs. Romania School in the United States is very different from school in Romania. In Romania there is a lot of teaching but not as much learning. This is due to the way things are taught and the conditions of the schools. First of all Romanian schools are lacking in the comfort of the furniture found in classes. In the U.S. all the chairs students use are very comfortable. Because they are comfortable students can concentrate on what was being taught instead of thinking of how much their backs and behinds, hurt. This isn’t the case here in Romania. The students’ chairs are made of wood and have absolutely no padding. Only the teachers have padded chairs which I don’t think is a good idea since the students are forced to sit down for longer periods then the teacher which can get up and walk around whenever he/she likes. Second of all there is a very minimal amount of technology used in classrooms. Kids are attracted to technology. We like using phones, computers and tablets. In the U.S. they are taking advantage of this by using iPad's, Promethean
boards which are big touchscreen boards and laptops in classrooms. Using the iPad's instead of books means the kids don’t have to carry around big heavy books, therefore making their trip to school more enjoyable. The promethean boards make the students actually want to participate and get up and write on the board. It’s just a lot more fun than using smelly markers that run out or chalk that makes your hands and clothes dirty. The teachers also have the ability to make fun interactive games that can be played on the Promethean boards, again this makes the classroom experience a lot more enjoyable. Third of all in the U.S. teachers use a reward system. This reward system has proven times and times again that it works. They use things like giving candy to the student that got the answer right or a point system which when you have a certain number of points you get something in return like a good grade or extra points on a test. It doesn’t really matter if it’s a big reward it just motivates students to answer the questions. It doesn’t matter what age the student is after all everybody likes candy!
In conclusion school in the U.S. is a lot more fun! We don’t need to go as far as buying IPad's for every student but simple things like the reward system can just make the learning experience a lot more fun and therefore motivate students to pay attention and learn.
Shopping In a world where time flies and leaves us behind buried under our worries, you have to be loud to be seen, you have to scream to be heard. That had been my belief until I visited Giovalli a small shop located on the outskirts of Rome. It helped me understand how to appreciate things in life. What made my visit to this tiny market so special was its vintage yet stylish design. It was a real joy to wander through the shelves of antique beauties. I felt like I was stepping back in time and the entire place seemed to have come out unspoiled from an old illustrated book. It was as if the place had stood still while the entire world had been rushing and rumbling past it. It wasn’t just the sight, though, that made my visit such an unforgettable experience. This boutique offered me a feast for the senses! The scent
of flowers lingered on in the shop while some distant sounds were heard from a wind-up gramophone with a big horn. I cast an amazed look, gazing in wonder. In a corner, there was a bundle of newspapers dating back to the mid-1990s. I skimmed through the articles without searching for something in particular. My hands touched the paper and it felt as soft as velvet. I was one with my senses: I was watching, listening, touching and smelling. When I left the shop I wasn’t emptyhanded. That shopping experience helped me understand that you don’t have to be loud to be heard. I will return here anytime because that boutique is so special to be in - it helped me see life from a different perspective.
“That shopping experience helped me understand that you don’t have to be loud to be heard.”
TFIOS review What is „ The fault in our stars” ? If you search on the internet, this is what you get:
„The Fault in Our Stars is the fifth novel by author John Green, published in January 2012. The story is narrated by a sixteen-yearold cancer patient named Hazel, who is forced by her parents to attend a support group, where she subsequently meets and falls in love with the seventeen-year-old Augustus Waters, an ex-basketball player and amputee.” - Wikipedia
about how we should truly appreciate every single second of it and, the most important, a lesson about the sudden angsts of life. So go, find a copy of the book, grab a box of tissues and start reading and I promise you won’t regret it. Okay? Miruna Cherciu
But this, my friend, is just the tip of the iceberg. „The fault in our stars” is so much more than that.. You will fall in love with this book and its characters „slowly and then all at once”. Going through the book you are going to laugh, you are going to cry, you are going to be deeply touched by the way Hazel and Gus love each other, but most of all, you are going to learn. Because that’s what it is! It’s a lesson. A lesson about true love, a lesson about how time is much more limited than we think and
What does happiness smell like? Have you ever wondered what is the smell of happiness? That scent you feel tickling your nose and a grin appears on your face. I think happiness smells like freshly made coffee in the morning after a hot shower. Happiness just has that smell that makes your heart
smile and your mind relax. Happiness smells like a new book. That scent you feel when you turn page after page. Happiness smells like the first flowers that appear in spring. The first time you pick a flower from the school garden to give it to the girl you fancy.
â€œHappiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.â€? Mahatma Gandhi
Happiness is always around us, so is its smell. Happiness smells like cookies that just got out of the oven and it’s the first time you eat them this year. Happiness smells like the oranges and chocolate you eat on Christmas Eve. Happiness isn’t just something you see or fell, you can also smell it. And it doesn’t have to be something ordinary. It can be weird, funny or dangerous, but it’s that smell that just fills your whole body with energy and love. That’s what happiness smells like. Maria Somandru
What is a race? And this is how everything started... It was just another hot day of summer. It sounds boring because… well… it was. This happened when I was six and my sister was four. I remember that we were playing in my grandparents’ garden, when my father received a call from an old friend who was traveling a lot and that was a chance for us to meet him after a long time. My father came to the kitchen, where my mom was making the cake for my birthday. I was too little to understand what they were talking about there, but they told me that we had to go somewhere special… somewhere we had never been before. We packed up some things, my mother dressed me in my black jeans and my leather jacket (I have always been like that... :) this is the only thing I like to wear). And we finally left to that special place. After a few hours of deep sleep in the car, which is my favorite place to sleep, we ended up in a place where there were a lot of people and noise and everybody stayed in small groups around some cars. I looked up at my father and I saw him smiling. ''Dad, look! Cars! Why are we here?'' ''
Razvan", he gently told me and smiled to my sister and mom. But I looked again at him, because I didn't understand what that word was... ''Race?... What is a race? It sounds funny." ''Wait and you will see." He always said that every time I was being impatient, but I really wanted to find out what a race was. After a few minutes, I saw my dad going to a strange man who was wearing a huge helmet and a white suit with boots and other things that made me laugh. He looked like a strange man from space. He came to us and my parents were really happy to see him. They introduced him and I finally understood that he was the reason why we were there. He was Razvan, my dad's friend. ''Hey, big fellow! Look at you!'' He raised me in the air and everybody was laughing. ''Are you ready for the big day?'' he said. ''What?... What we are going to do?" I replied laughing. And then, I had the brilliant idea to ask him something… in fact if I had never asked
Andreea Draguinea this, maybe now I wouldn't be talking about it. ''Razvan, what does "race" mean?" He looked at me and grabbed me to his car laughing. ''Ooh, kid, I thought you'd never ask! Come with me!''. He took me and he gave me a suit like his, but for my size, and a smaller helmet. But, in those next minutes I thought I was going crazy... Razvan entered the car, I did the same thing and he told me: "And now, kid, I'm going to show you what ''race'' means.'' He smiled at me and I trusted him. It was my first race. It wasn't a very dangerous one, but for me it was the most beautiful experience of my life. His Ford was dancing on the road and my seatbelt became part of my body. The trees were falling behind our car, and that was the
moment when I realized what true speed meant. I fell in love so deeply with this felling and everything a car meant. And since that day I started to talk about cars everyday... and, actually this was the only thing I was talking about. Now, after 10 years, me and Razvan meet as often as we can and he teaches me everything he knows about his life… cars. I have to thank him for every little piece of advice, tricks and important things about his passion, about our passion… and my passion.
... Just Cars, and nothing else matters…
Back together I tilted my head back on the seat of a small town train. My sight peered through the window brightened by a drowsy gleam of the evening sky. I felt suddenly relieved that I was there, through the pastel colours that filled my eyes with a spark of confidence, where I could escape into my thoughts. But I couldn’t enjoy the stunning beauty of the fiery sunset because I noticed that the man opposite me in the train was pretending to read a newspaper. Every time I looked up, I found that he was glancing at me over the top of his paper. Strangely he looked so familiar to me, as if this could ever happen. He seemed once to have been a charming man with ravishing eyes. I felt how a nostalgic wince was growing inside of me. It was impossible to have met him before because my entire life had been captured between the pesky walls of a Swedish orphanage.
“Thank you very much.” I was so disappointed that I wouldn’t ever have the opportunity to find out why he seemed so special to me. I just waited until he left and told me the last polite words I expected from him “Bon voyage!”. I laughed quietly to myself and started thinking of my solitude. I had never known I could have a little chance to smile or to be happy. Unfortunately, I had to continue as lonely as ever my travel. When I finally got off the train, it was still a beautiful evening. The town I came to be independent and get rid of my childhood weakness was called Landskrona, a gorgeous natural harbour. That place had such an amazing significance to me.
The only sign I had ever received from my family was only half of an inscribed pendant. I found it in my jacket, untouched by time. No sooner had I’d never known myself. Ever since I could remember I waited for my parents. That was the I learned the alphabet, I read the deep carved letters written with the perfect calligraphy that only thing I had done in my life so far. I used to revealed the mysterious name of that town. I believe that they were still in the soul of every abandoned child. I would have liked to say that it knew from the first time I read it that I was going was true. Then gazing at that man, his presence to do everything in my power to read the other part. At least I hoped that I would find my real seemed to be the key of the truth. family. When he opened his mouth, the emotions were With my first step there, I turned around. I felt as so overwhelming that I wanted to have never if someone was staring at me. I thought it was met him. just because I wasn’t ready for my new life, but I “Excuse me, could you tell me what is the next knew that there was something more. I was station?” really followed. I heard a brief cough behind me “Oh, sure, I think it’s Lund.” and recognized the voice from the train:
and gathered around me, saying cheerfully: “Welcome home, Mia!” I chuckled, out of breath, and said to myself: They know my name. But I’m I wasn’t expecting to understand the feeling I had homeless. I have no family. Would it be true? in train, but at that moment it became more Then, the stranger drearily raised a fragile object. confusing. He got closer and pointed at some At first sight, it seemed insignificant, but I strangers behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw three girls and one boy that appeared to understood at once its inestimable meaning. I be my age. One of them looked as if she was my was immersed in the power of his eyes as he was opening the cage of my hand and taking the reflection in the mirror. I told myself that it was impossible. And then I had a feeling that I always most precious vesatige of my dreamed family. thought I would never experience. It was true love When the two parts joined in a gorgeous for someone that really cared about me. I thought pendant, my broken heart united into a tear of forgiveness that covered my cheek. If the key of with fear that it couldn’t be real though. the truth in my life hadn’t been deeply buried Everything was as silent as a grave when I into my past, I wouldn’t have felt the great decided to ask the most inexplicable question happiness of discovering the blurry me. that invaded my mind: “Who are you?” “You aren’t a child anymore.”, the mysterious man said with a blurry nervousness in his voice.
As I was staring in amazement, they approached Maria Suiceanu
Let it snow
Page 20 “C’mon, Amy, you can do this!” I opened my eyes slowly, while I was grasping the bar with my left hand. As I was wringing his hand I suddenly felt as light as a feather, sliding on the ice. I looked around me: the landscape, the ice, everything was amazing. The rink was decorated with some white lights. The trees which were around it were covered with snow. It was dark, but a purple light was making everything around us glow: the snow, the trees, the ice. It was a fairytale. Then I saw his emerald eyes. They were watching me and sparkling at my happiness. And there was my prince. Not on a white horse, but with a charming smile and gorgeous curly hair. He took my hand and started skating. My white ice- skates were touching the ice, I felt like I was flying. It was an amazing feeling.
Random Thoughts “Wait, Harry! I have never done it before!” I said laughing. “But you’re doing very well!” He looked at me and winked. I blushed. He was right. It was the first time when I was ice-skating, but the teacher taught me very well.“Do you know what is missing?” he whispered. A grin was playing on my lips. Before finishing my thoughts, it started to snow. Little white pearls were dancing around us and I was on cloud nine. “This…” Harry whispered surprised. I hugged him tightly and I kissed him on his rosy cheek.
Future me? “There is no way you could even understand what a joke that scientist played on you!” For the last several years, this was what I had been told. But ever since my last invention, everything I had known was thrown into question. “Is it the truth I have been expecting for this whole time?” It was a new device inspired by the last masterpiece of a physicist. The first time I read his project I thought it was just another big fat lie, some other part of the nonsense of this world. But as I was exploring his work, I began wondering whether he really discovered the key of traveling through time. Then I just wanted not to linger anymore. I started looking for the near future and unearth
its mystery. I decided to get rid of my naive excitement of an aspiring time traveler in order to be really prepared for my hard work. For the last couple of years, time didn’t exist for me and when I finally managed to finish my delicate machine, I grabbed a camera and began to record all the facts. My careless acting urged me to press the lever even though I knew it was too dangerous. Suddenly my eyes closed. I wasn’t able to open them. Trembling with fear I found a metallic switch and pushed it. I was so thankful when I realized I could see again. A dull pain began to throb behind my lids. I raised my eyes and starred in amazement at the open window in front of me.
On an endless building was written “2054”. Cars floating in the air, incredible architecture and too many stores perfectly defined that world. It wasn’t mine! “Where am I actually?” A fall of tears caught my cheeks in a red burning colour of countless feelings.
absolutely ordinary to see yourself in your teens. “I have been waiting for you.” were the first words that reached my ears.
The room I was standing in was so modest in contrast with the fascinating complexity of the outside city. It had a beautifully made purple couch and a desk covered with books. I took a glance but I heard some steps. I crouched in a flash behind a chair. An elderly lady entered. Her wrinkled skin was the only feature that changed that person. I recognized myself! The woman with the same untold tale was gazing at me as if it was
Melting Stars Turn into a Dream and carry my wishes. Turn into a Regret and bury my tears. Turn into Hope and fly. Maybe then, looking at the reflection of a broken world, I will smash the mirror where I was caught for such a long time only to discover that I don’t belong to that world anymore. I’m sorry. I thought I was waiting for you, but I can only shine when there is no one to see me. But it’s ok...This is how my story is meant to be and I’m happy. In the end, we’re all melting stars on a monochrome sky. We sully it with our colors, trying to tell our stories. And I think we make the sky beautiful.
Rebeca was looking through the window at the moonless sky. Last night, she had danced until her feet started bleeding. She was staring at the rain, without being able to touch it. The Illusion would have tortured her if he had found out that she had touched the rain. Illusions always hated the rain. It could wash away their lies.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think I'm paid enough for this performance."
''Shall we dance?'' asked The Illusion as he entered Rebeca's room. The pieces of the broken mirror where she was caught were lost in despair. Her existence depended on The Illusion. She was nothing more than a Broken Dream...And the Illusions were the most powerful residents of the hopeless world where she lived in. They were the only one who could keep a Broken Dream like her alive. “Yes, Master'' answered loathingly Rebeca. And then she started dancing without music. This was her curse, to dance for an Illusion, for the sake of living. Oh, how she hated dancing! ''My dream is to become the greatest dancer of
“Everyone is saying I have talent" "I'll never give up on my dream! I can do it, you'll see" "I don't care about money. I just want to dance." ''Dancing is just a hobby, something that makes me happy. I'm not good enough to do it for a living." "I quit my job. Dancing is all I have." "After all this hard work...I'm finally a professional dancer!" "I'm slowly becoming famous...I'm so happy!"
"Maybe I'm losing my passion..." "What was I thinking? Who cares about passion when I'm paid for it." "I'm tired. So tired..." "This is my dream right? It came true, isn't it? But why I have this feeling?" "I'm empty..." Rebeca was haunted by her Owner’s voice. Between The World of The Melting Stars and The True World was a mirror. The first world was a reflection of the second one and people’s reflections were leaving as Dreams, Regrets, Unsaid Words, Hope or Illusions. So, Rebeca’s Owner was the person who was leaving on the other side of the mirror. She was someone’s Dream and she was once a Pure one. Pure Dreams were people’s ideals, but once the Owner abandoned them, they died or they were
saved by Illusions and become Broken Dreams.
put Rebeca in her metal bed.
Rebeca was once even a Dream who came true and had experienced true happiness, but her Owner lost her passion and love for dancing and even though Rebeca was saved by an Illusion and became his slave, she was feeling like she was already dead.
"In the end, you are only my toy. For the moment, my favorite toy." The Illusion giggled.
What remained was only her corpse who was still dancing in an endless inertia. And her soul? Her soul was lost through the shards of a broken mirror. The Illusion was laughing. He always said that she should be very grateful that he was there when she fell. He saved her, so she should show her gratitude by dancing for him. But Rebeca already knew that it didn't happen for The Illusion to be there at the right time as he always claimed. He had waited for her to fall since the moment she was born. Her body refused to die for some reason...But life wasn’t worth the misery of being a Broken Dream. So why? Why was she still enduring it? What was she waiting for? The moon which had the power to grant wishes hadn't shown up for years. And even if Rebeca would live long enough to see the moon, it was no guarantee her wish would be the one that would come true. She couldn’t think of a wish anyway. “It is like a rule, my dear...Once something is flying it must fall someday." said The Illusion as he caught Rebeca who fell because of the exhaustion. "One day... I'll...touch the rain and be free from your lies" mumbled the Broken Dream before she fainted. "You need me, stupid Dream. You are afraid of death" hissed The Illusion in Rebeca's ear. By the way he was looking at her, you could think he was about to devour her body. But he slowly
But just before Rebeca closed her eyes she saw it. The moon. It was beyond anything she could ever imagine...Tears welled from her eyes and instead of the Illusion she heard a soft voice whispering: “May your wish be granted” Rebeca had wished for freedom. As she woke up, she recovered her senses one by one. First, she felt her cold metal bed, then she heard a high-pitched sound and a few seconds after she opened her eyes she started distinguishing the shapes of the objects around her. The high-pitched sound was lingering in her ears more than she expected. At first, she thought it was something wrong with her, but strangely the sound was somehow familiar. Trying to remember when and where she had heard it, Rebeca suddenly realized what it was. “Music!” She shouted as she jumped excited out of her bed. Someone was playing the violin. Rebeca went to the window to see who it was and she saw a man wearing a hood, so she couldn’t see his face. The song he was playing used to be her favorite song, so even though her feet were hurting and she still felt tired after the last night, she decided to try a few steps. “What are you doing? “Yelled The Illusion entering Rebeca’s room. “I was just...practicing”, she answered staring confused at the angry Illusion.
“Practicing? No! This can’t be happening. You’re crying and she felt she couldn’t say anything anymore. The words simply wouldn’t come out supposed to hate dancing! You...I’ll kill you if of her mouth. you try that again!” “But...the music...”
“Then take my hand and open your eyes”.
“Music? What music?!”
The first thing she saw was the Illusion lying at her feet. When she looked to find out whose hand she was holding she recognized the man with the hood who was playing the violin. She couldn’t say how she knew it was him, but she was sure.
Indeed, the music had stopped. After he forbade her to dance ever again, the Illusion left. Rebeca noticed in his voice a tremble. It seemed like he was scared of something. The next day, she heard a piano. Rebeca was too afraid of the Illusion’s threats to try to dance again by herself, but she started thinking what kind of moves would suit that song. And so she did the following days. But exactly when she thought the Illusion would never show up again, he came into her room ordering her to dance. She obeyed as usual...But this time there was something different. The Illusion was studying each move she was making.
“As long as you don’t let me go, you’ll never turn into a Broken Dream again. Come with me, your Owner missed you. ”The next moment, Rebeca was outside with the man with violin, walking on the empty street where once some Illusions lived. She greedily inhaled the cold air. Her lungs had been craving for fresh air for too long.
“I was wondering...Who you are?” asked Rebeca “I had enough!” he shouted grabbing her arm. even though she felt like she could hold that man’s hand forever without knowing the His voice sent her chills down her spine...It was answer. blood-curdling. She was sure he was going to “I was sent to save you and I’m what all Dreams kill her. Rebeca closed her eyes trying to imagine how wonderful it would be if he would need to exist. I have more power than any Illusion.” He said smiling broadly. let her dance for one last time on her favorite song. Then he kissed her forehead and whispered: “If I set you free, what do you want to do with your freedom?” Rebeca didn’t notice that it wasn’t the Illusion who asked her. It was a different voice, a soft one.
“I am Hope.” Rebeca glanced at the sky. She had always thought stars were nothing but ugly scars on the sky. But then she realized how beautiful they truly were.
“I want...to be a Pure Dream again, I want to dance, I want everything to be like it used to...I miss dancing and music so much. I want to be myself again. I want...” Rebeca couldn’t continue. She was shaking and
Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose I had participated in many swimming competitions and I was even preparing for the Olympics. So why was I so nervous? Even the thought that I was going to swim in that pool sent chills down my spine. Was I participating only for the prize? Did I really want to win?
The awkward feeling from the very moment I entered this competition was still lingering even after it started. The water seemed gelid to me, I could feel its coldness through my bones. I just wanted to finish as soon as possible.
“It seems that losing is more painful for some people if it's about money" whispered a voice of a girl.
I shakily exited the water. I glanced around to see who the winners were. I had lost the competition, that girl won it. I noticed how a man put a ragged coat over her shoulders I swirled back to see who it was. I expected her after she received her prize. So she was a to smirk mischievously as I thought she was trying to intimidate me, but she was just peering poor girl. I was staring at her, when she turned and shyly smiled at me. That moment, at me blankly. Someone announced us that it was our turn. The girl who spoke to me seized all I knew I won a friend. my attention. I briskly wished her good luck but she didn't answer. Ana-Maria Muresan
The change It was a dimly lit room. There was not much same, gloomy and cold. She felt she was living an furniture: two little beds, a small black wardrobe, endless bleakness. a table and two chairs. There was nothing on the She rose up and looked into a dirty mirror: the floor. There were no curtains at the window. same pale face, the same long dark hair laid over Clara woke up in that terrible decaying room. She her shoulders. Her eyes were grey and wild, hated her life so badly. She was very poor and crowded with hundreds of sore feelings. Her hardly managed to make ends meet. She had clothes were torn and muddy. used to dream about the finest things in life, “What an unbearable life! Everything seemed to about luxurious cars and glamorous parties but be taken out of a nightmare. I miss my family so now she was utterly aware of the miserable life much…!” she screamed and screamed with pain. she was leading. She lost her faith of a better Her family died in a car accident when she was existence a long time ago. Her days were the
five years old. She was brought up by her only relative - her old, cruel aunt. Her auntâ€™s death came to her like joy, not like a bitter moment that should be coped with. Since then, all she had done was a race for survival, a searing pain that she had to carry off. But she didnâ€™t! All of a sudden a frightening idea struck her - to do away with herself.Maybe that would be the only way to escape this life from hell. Shaking with fear and fatigue, she rejected this idea but then this thought seemed to monopolize her completely. With her mind made up, she decided to say goodbye to the few things that were close to her
Page 28 heart: a crimson silk scarf that once belonged to her mother and at the same time the only thing with colour in her whole house -and a small book. She wanted to feel the soft touch of the sheets of paper for the last time. Browsing quickly through the pages, she found a photo. She could hardly trust her own eyes! She didn’t know about the existence of that photo. It showed a peaceful scene in winter. Two girls were playing in the snow and seemed to enjoy themselves. Their faces were red with cold and on their lips there was a bright broad smile. In fact, the two girls were Clara and her elder sister.
Random Thoughts She closed her eyes and let her memories about childhood shine into her heart. All of a sudden, she found herself looking out of the window. Two girls were playing and enjoying the first good snow of the season. Clara admired their sweet faces and the laughter on their lips, the fine colour in their cheeks. Their honest faces shone with joy. For Clara their gaiety charmed her despite their old, shabby clothes. Her eyes were full of tears. Now she understood that she could still change something. Maybe there was hope – at least she could swear that she felt that new, mysterious feeling in the air.
And now she remembered those lovely days when everything was nothing but happiness.
The fatal storm Have you ever wondered what it would be like to erase one day from the calendar of life? Unfortunately, nobody has yet found the solution to this existential issue! It was a lovely summer day with a shining sun and singing birds as John and I went off the house. Everything seemed out of a fairytale and we decided to pay a visit to our charming summer cottage. The best part was that it was located in a wonderful area, right on the beach, so that we could fully enjoy the sea. Even during the night we would fall asleep hearing one of the nature’s finest music: the music of the waves. So we got into the car, very excited by the thought of the adventure ahead. Joy, happiness and a general state of harmony were in the air, as we were driving slowly along the road, on the
way to our summer cottage. In a few minutes, we were on the beach surrounded by the lapping waves andsoft sand. Then, I went inside in order to unpack our belongings and prepare something to eat. I was cooking the dinner in the kitchen when I looked out of the window. “What a breathtaking view. I have never seen such a spectacular sky before!” I thought. My eyes pointed skyward again. This time it was a murky confusion - here and there blotted with a colour like that of the smoke from a damp wood - flying clouds, gathering into most remarkable heaps, suggesting greater heights in the clouds than there were depths below them on the bottom of the deepest hallows of the earth. “It’s going to rain and a storm will be inevitable. What a pity!” I told myself as the food was ready.
I called John to come and eat with me. He didn’t seem to have heard me. I yelled again and again. He wasn’t there! I checked every room, shaking with fear and fatigue. “John! John! Where are you?” He seemed to have vanished into thin air. Then a frightening idea struck me: maybe he was still outside, caught in the storm. The weather was awful and that drove me mad. As the night advanced, the clouds were closing in and densely spreading over the whole sky and then the dark. There was a jungle of thoughts in my head. I lost the track of time. I could not sit still. Something within me was faintly answering the storm… tossed up in the depths of my memory. Ioana Radu
The Incident It was a blazing summer morning and I was baking some cookies for my cousin’s birthday.
I rushed out of the room and I saw a huge dim cloud coming from the kitchen. What was I It was a torrid day so after I put them in the oven going to do? Confused, I called the firefighters. Luckily, they arrived in seconds and broke into I decided to go and read something from the the smoky house. library. I tiptoed down the creaking lumber stairs and entered the room. I was staring at the bookcases thinking “Hmm, what should I choose?” I took a random crimson red colored book and started reading on the chilly sofa and after some time I fell asleep. An irritating buzzing sound woke me up.
After they finished their work, a fireman came near me with a smirk on his face, holding a metal plate in his hands. “Here are your cookies, miss”. I took a glimpse at the darkish crumbs. “Those were for my cousin.” I said embarrassed. Oprescu Rebeca
1st ISSUE, DECEMBER 2014 All materials used in this issue were entirely created by C.N.G.M high-school’s students.
COORDINATING TEACHER: Ana-Maria Ghioc
EDITORIAL DESIGNERS: Ana-Maria Ioana Maria Popescu
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