THE BOOK
THE BOOK                             2009Executive Editor: Biljana PipovicAbout THE BOOK: Doc. dr Jasmina Djordjevic, Facu...
PREFACE        I have the pleasure to present you THE BOOK.                                                  BOOK        E...
Have you ever felt this world   Has been pressing on you   Have you ever searched for truth   And in your heart found love...
LOVEIn thickened fog You come in blindly  And you fly, fly   Looking for the sunlightAnd when the winds of remorse Break y...
LOVE IS...Love is a book in one word,The ocean in one tear,The sky in one look,The wind in one sigh,The thunder in one tou...
DRIVING     I am driving, I am driving   Around the world, and I know     I am driving, I am driving   To be with you, to ...
TRYING     I am driving, I am driving    My new car, across the fields     I am singing, I am singing     Nothing is the w...
GAMBLINGI am gambling, I am gamblingWith the devil all my lifeI am gambling, I hear wailing‘Cause the devil is my wifeNow ...
THEY (who destroy)Theyre   killing   childrenTheyre   killing   GodTheyre   killing   futureTheyre   killing   usNo one ca...
***A dog is an animalA dog is a bloodthirstyCreatureDogs are lethal in theirIgnoranceThe weak are their victimsThe weak ca...
ALWAYS WITH MEMy life, my dreamThats what you are,And I can never forget you‘Cause you were always thereby my sideFor you ...
FearWhat would you do  If I were wrong  And love was just a flameWould you give up everything  That you thought I was?What...
***     It must have been the rain        Nothing hurts so bad...      Im going to find it now.    I dont care about the p...
blinded by the silence    where you are - is a place to be   people hiding behind their faces         no one can ever see ...
MemoryLiving this life  Facing these days   Finding this path     Cursing this fate      Trying to findThoughts in this da...
SINCE YOU LEFTI’m sitting alone by the riverThe night is cold and emptySInce you leftI’ve been living in a lieYou are alwa...
I thought love was just a mirage of the mind    An illusion, a fake, impossible to find    But the day I met you I began t...
Faith  Aint it funny how we never learn to fall  We just hide the feelings behind our pride           We sometimes feel so...
THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL A lot of things in life go wrong But I smile when we are together No matter how bad things are Yo...
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Can’t buy me ... love        The greatest dream of all ordinary people who liveon this planet is peace and harmony in thei...
An eye for an eye...To be or not to be... are the words of all mankind. In ourlives we always have some decisions to make....
LIFE...Here, in this world, some days are made to make you cry...Yet, there are days which can bring you only joy andstron...
HERE COMES SUMMERI ask myself almost every day what I have done to deservethis beautiful life. When I wake up in the morni...
THERE IS ALWAYS HOPELife can be nice and sweet. But everything that is niceis not long lasting. Everything comes to its en...
LIFE... SO MUCH              FUNLife is not a one-way street.One day we walk along a golden road, and another we couldfind...
I hate when it rains...Then I think that the sky cries because of all the acci-dents that are happening all over the world...
HELLO SUNSHINE!It is morning. The sun is shining... So much to see, but solittle to say. It is hard to describe. You can s...
Love And Beauty Above All             We live in times when many people often losethemselves, their identity... Nowadays o...
LOVEAnd there is love - the word that has been keeping ourlives all these years. The nicest in the world. The most puz-zli...
The Perfect One          Have you ever asked yourself what is wrong withthis world?It is a cruel place and nobody likes to...
A MAN COULD BE AS EFFECTIVE AS GOD        Everyone in this world has an obligation to try to makethis planet a better plac...
Be yourself no matter what they say! In life, you can have a lot of problems and obstacles whichcan prevent you from becom...
friends. They can hurt you, maybe more than your enemies.Never say I will help you! better say I will try to helpyou. for ...
D RIVE    AWAY YOU, LOVE STEALER!!!     The necessity to control appears as soon as we fall inlove. It is often said that ...
partners, love and trust can no longer survive!      People who control their beloved ones always believe,secretly, that t...
THE LAW ON DISCRIMINATIONEven during the earliest period of human existence, thosewho were physically stronger, more capab...
Just imagine this: we are told we live in a democratic soci-ety. What we are actually showed is that democracy is whenwe h...
People wake up!!!One of the worlds biggest problems and in my opinion themost important one is to save the Earth from dest...
about this enormous threat to the human race. Energyrecourses are being spent and in the near future there willbe wars for...
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A BIRTHDAY PRESENTLast year a young couple decided to get married. After thewedding, the woman had to go on a business tri...
KILLERThe killer woke up. He put his boots on.      He took a maskfrom the ancient gallery. He took a knife.   He was so a...
ON HOLIDAYAn elephant and a mouse went on holiday. The mouse wassunbathing. The elephant was swimming. Suddenly, the mouse...
EarthquakeIt was Saturday night, a perfect night for dancing. Susanwent to the disco and started dancing. Suddenly, she fe...
Unlucky sparrowA little sparrow fell out from the nest and broke its wing.A man wanted to help. He saw the broken wing and...
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What happened to the supernatural?   It is ordinary things that make me afraid... trees, knives,rivers in the darkness of ...
I didn’t know what I was thinking about. No aim... just thesame feeling... to go on. The thoughts in my head were likea sh...
Hard to Understand      It was Wednesday, quarter past five, maybe half pastfive. I came out of the building, and since I ...
The Independence Day which was supposed to be in his cin-ema the following week.       When I came home, my mother was fur...
There’s Always Weather      Time has stopped today. The weather will always be thesame. No more atmosphere and the Sun is ...
Punished by a Ghost       I’ve had troubles this year... I’ve quarreled with myfriends, I’ve always been tired, I’ve lost ...
emptiness in your head.’ As it stopped speaking, the roomfilled with darkness.      The last thing I saw was a man with th...
***I’m sitting and thinking about you...about a thousand milesbetween us... If only I didn’t love you any more! But as lon...
***Listen to me now...You realise this is the last connection between us?No more walks... no more talks...There’s nothing ...
At the TheatreLeila and Peter had always wanted to be actors, but theywere living in a small town and had never had an opp...
One of those days      It was a bad day. It was a really bad day.     I woke up very late; my sister had forgotten to wake...
The room was freezing. I was very cold so I tried to findsomething to cheer me up.     Music could cheer me up! But I reme...
I miss you...        It was a year ago when my granny died. It was anordinary evening. The whole day I was thinking about ...
Unbelievable      It was Saturday. Someone rang my door bell. I openedthe door. It was my friend David. At first, I didn’t...
I couldn’t sleep the whole night. I couldn’t wait tosee her again. She was everything I had ever wanted. Today,I went to h...
Where are they?         Do you believe in their existence? I do!         They are somewhere. Maybe, they are looking at yo...
they come for you every night, take you, do experiments onyou... Don’t tell me that you have never had a scratch, whichyou...
SHIPWRECKED     Three sailors were shipwrecked on a desert island aftertheir ship had sunk in a storm. There was enough fo...
looked at each other in amazement.       "Now its my turn. Watch this!" said the second sailor.He shouted at the top of hi...
A DAY IN MY LIFEIt was a sunny day... a clear blue sky, with no clouds.Everything seemed to be all right. I was in a good ...
GUARDIAN ANGEL     One day, I was sitting alone at home, when I heard aknock at my door.      I opened it and saw a sweet,...
The Twilight Zone   It was some time before I realised that I had been turnedinto a cat. The first thing I noticed was tha...
Think, Kristina, think! What is the last thing you did?My life is a living hell! Oh, God Im going crazy. Help!Somebody hel...
Too Much TV      It was some time before I realised that I had been turnedinto a cat. The first thing I noticed was that I...
Not a Bad Thing It was some time before I realised that I had been turned intoa cat. The first thing I noticed was that I ...
jumped.      The last thing I heard were the words: Foolish cat!Shell definitely die!       I was really the fastest-flyin...
PAHALANIA    It was some time before I realised that I had been turnedinto a cat. The first thing I noticed was that I was...
find David. OK? Yes, yes, well definitely find him, I thought.I had nothing else to do, so I watched the series. Not bad l...
MAGIC      It was some time before I realised that I had been turnedinto a cat. The first thing I noticed was that I was s...
sneaked out, and started running down the street. I wasright!         I saw my neighbour Bill throwing things at thevoodoo...
I AM THE ONE     I lived in the jungle. Every day I looked for food andoften I had to fight for my territory. I led an ord...
FREAK      The year 4004 AD. A mixture of vapour and the orange-pink colour of the Sun in the yellow sky above the towntha...
Jimmy, are you awake? he asked. Jimmy was soundasleep.       I love you, son, no matter what. I know I dont showit so ofte...
UNFORGETTABLE     This happened a few years ago on 1 May, when I wentcamping with my friends.    Going on this camping tri...
know what to do. We started panicking. There were hundredsof things that could have happened to them. Then we remem-bered ...
UNFORTUNATELYI went out for a walk.Unfortunately, it began to rain.Fortunately, I had an umbrella.Unfortunately, it was br...
Green LadyWhen Craig Meyers bought his restaurant, he got it for avery good price because it had been empty for three year...
in the room with him.          ‘We need to ask you some questions,’ they said.       ‘Who was the woman in the car with yo...
Bed-t ime story    tDavid woke up in the morning and knew his life would never bethe same again.     A few days ago while ...
Dear stranger,       My name is Angelo Colungo. Im fifty-eight years old,and I dont have any possessions. I was born in a ...
Im sure, if we do that, well get caught. But, I...-start-ed the third man, but the second man interrupted him.   Silence! ...
some money. There was a man, too. He was selling masks. Hewanted to sell me one, but I wasn’t interested.    That night I ...
and if we had found something strange, we would have givenhim up to the police. A year later, we had found nothing.Erwin l...
Nobody knew whether Jane had really hanged herself, orwhether it was murder. All deaths were somehow connected.There was a...
Dear stranger, now, when youre reading this letter,Im far away in a little town somewhere in Texas. Im thevictim... a vict...
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I have the pleasure to present you THE BOOK.
Even though it was not written by me, I am really
proud to say it is a part of me as much as it is the part of my students since it represents many years of pleasure and fun that I have had while teaching.
This is THE BOOK dedicated to love, life, friendship... It is meant to show that even though each generation imagines itself to be more intelligent than the one that went before it, and wiser than the one that comes after it , some things never change. No matter when or where you are fifteen or eighteen, you share the same dreams, hopes, fears...
This book is a big, nostalgic thank you to all who were my students, to all who make up the puzzle of my memory, the puzzle of my dreams.
I hope it will touch your hearts in the same way it has touched mine. Because these are the words of wise men. These are the words of great men. The men who have touched my soul and left a trail...

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  1. 1. THE BOOK
  2. 2. THE BOOK 2009Executive Editor: Biljana PipovicAbout THE BOOK: Doc. dr Jasmina Djordjevic, Faculty of Lawand Business Studies, Novi SadAuthors: Present and former Secondary School of GeneralEducation “Stevan Jakovljevic” studentsCover photo: Ivana StojiljkovicPicture credits: Pages 19, 40 & 46: Milica Nesic; Page 53: SanjaStamenkovicCIP .............Printing:Printing run of 500 copies
  3. 3. PREFACE I have the pleasure to present you THE BOOK. BOOK Even though it was not written by me, I am reallyproud to say it is a part of me as much as it is the partof my students since it represents many years of pleasureand fun that I have had while teaching. This is THE BOOK dedicated to love, life, friendship...It is meant to show that even though each generation imag-ines itself to be more intelligent than the one that wentbefore it, and wiser than the one that comes after it, somethings never change. No matter when or where you are fif-teen or eighteen, you share the same dreams, hopes, fears... This book is a big, nostalgic thank you to all whowere my students, to all who make up the puzzle of my mem-ory, the puzzle of my dreams. I hope it will touch your hearts in the same wayit has touched mine. Because these are the words of wisemen. These are the words of great men. The men who havetouched my soul and left a trail... 1. About THE BOOKBiljana Pipovic2009
  4. 4. Have you ever felt this world Has been pressing on you Have you ever searched for truth And in your heart found love Which you have, but never know That life is too short for you For the deeds, and needs you haveAll they want is to own the truth, Own your will and rule your brain But no one can rule your heart Don’t you ever be afraid If you can’t win this fight alone Your heart will show you the wayThen your life will be all yours You’ll be free to fly away No one will tell you what to do 2. Poems... Never again will you be afraid.Igor Ilickovic2001/02
  5. 5. LOVEIn thickened fog You come in blindly And you fly, fly Looking for the sunlightAnd when the winds of remorse Break your wings Through the curse You summon thunders And with an ice-cold heart Look for the exit From the tunnel of fallacy.Jovana Tomic2001/02 3. Poems...
  6. 6. LOVE IS...Love is a book in one word,The ocean in one tear,The sky in one look,The wind in one sigh,The thunder in one touch. So, If there is brightness on Earth, It is in your eyes. If there is happiness It is meeting with you. If there is pain, It is life without you.Ivana Kitanovic2001/02. 4. Poems...
  7. 7. DRIVING I am driving, I am driving Around the world, and I know I am driving, I am driving To be with you, to reach you... Wait for me, wait for me ‘Cause I love you, yes, I do... I am walking, I am walking And I am thinking about you I want you and I miss you I miss you by my side Come to me, come to me Be my only, only wish Be my only, only mine, mine forever By my side...Sanja Mitic2003/04 5. Poems...
  8. 8. TRYING I am driving, I am driving My new car, across the fields I am singing, I am singing Nothing is the way it seems I am trying, I am trying To forget all my pain I am crying, forever crying Everything goes in vainCan you sing with me? Can you sing? Together we can put the pain awayCan you sing with me? Can you sing? Together we can go the other wayAleksandra Velickovic2003/04. 6. Poems....
  9. 9. GAMBLINGI am gambling, I am gamblingWith the devil all my lifeI am gambling, I hear wailing‘Cause the devil is my wifeNow I am dying, I am dyingLike a dog in the yardShe is frying my poor bodyAnd nobody is my guardCan you kill me? Can you kill me?Once to end this bad tripForever dying, I am cryingI want, so much, to fall asleep.Dusan Cvetkovic2003/04 7. Poems...
  10. 10. THEY (who destroy)Theyre killing childrenTheyre killing GodTheyre killing futureTheyre killing usNo one can stop themWere all going to dieThey own the worldEverything else is a lieIts not a hard deductionThey own the destructionWe cant fight themCause they have their fake warWhen everyones dyingAnd Death is winning battlesTime and time againDusan Cvetkovic2004/05 8. Poems...
  11. 11. ***A dog is an animalA dog is a bloodthirstyCreatureDogs are lethal in theirIgnoranceThe weak are their victimsThe weak cant get strongerSo, dogs, try to be moreHumanHope for the mind andHeart, tooDont kill human in youDont act as dogs do!Dusan Cvetkovic2004/05 9. Poems...
  12. 12. ALWAYS WITH MEMy life, my dreamThats what you are,And I can never forget you‘Cause you were always thereby my sideFor you Ill give my last breathAnd my last glass of wineYou - my destinyYou were always thereby my sideBut this life is too shortToo short to get to know youYou - my destinyYou were always thereby my sideWhen I was sadWhen I criedYou - my destinyYou were always thereby my sideLike the fireplaceIn the frosty winter nightYou - my destinyYou were always there 10. Poems...by my sideSlavica Milekic2004/05
  13. 13. FearWhat would you do If I were wrong And love was just a flameWould you give up everything That you thought I was?What if our hearts ran black Our fears began to growWould you tell me that We were not enough And leave me all alone?Julija PopovicFebruary, 05 11. Poems...
  14. 14. *** It must have been the rain Nothing hurts so bad... Im going to find it now. I dont care about the pain. The Sun is way high up for me to see its signs But my eyes can try to see What its dust leaves behind. It must have been the rain Nothing makes me so sad I left you with a ray of hope But you came back... Trying to make it stop. It was raining again. A rain drop can say a lot....Julija PopovicJanuary, 06 12. Poems...
  15. 15. blinded by the silence where you are - is a place to be people hiding behind their faces no one can ever see ... the darkness of their smiles, the shadows in their pretty eyes they are all very happy with that sorrow that, actually, never dies... in the silence its all coming together in the silence you face it all by yourself in the silence youll remember...forever those little things youve never said. where I am - is a place to see people hiding behind their feelings no one is able to find me.... behind this curtain of love...hate am I free? can you see me? feel me?how can I find love if Im too afraid to see.. if I cant recognize its face? am I dreaming? in the silence all the fires are cold in the silence thoughts are louder and louder... in the silence... ...save me!catch me before I fall! please save me...be my founder. 13. Poems... again, Im blinded by the silence... Julija Popovic December, ‘03.
  16. 16. MemoryLiving this life Facing these days Finding this path Cursing this fate Trying to findThoughts in this darkness Never is now Im falling apart. Dancing with danger Crawling for moreIm finding this anger Deep in my core. Living your fears Trying to help Nothing is done I came back too late.Julija PopovicJanuary, 06 14. Poems...
  17. 17. SINCE YOU LEFTI’m sitting alone by the riverThe night is cold and emptySInce you leftI’ve been living in a lieYou are always on my mindI can’t stop thinking about youI keep forgetting I am aliveSInce you leftI’ve been trying to get on with my lifeBut it’s hard, oh, so hardWhen I look into the riverYour face is what I seeEverything reminds me of youI want to be coolBut it’s hard, oh, so hardSince you leftI’ve been doing what I don’t want toIt’s just wasting time‘Cause you are always on my mindAnd I wonna liveI only wonna liveWithout you, without youHow? I’m going to find out... 15. Poems...Darko Nikolic2006/07
  18. 18. I thought love was just a mirage of the mind An illusion, a fake, impossible to find But the day I met you I began to see that love is real, and exists in me. You are the smile on my face You are the sparkle in my eye You are the happiness in my heart You are the contentment of my sigh You are the life in my veins The half of my whole The light in my darkness The soul of my soul You are the sun in my sky You are the spirit of my song You are the love of my life You are the where I belongDragana Spasic 16. Poems...2008/09
  19. 19. Faith Aint it funny how we never learn to fall We just hide the feelings behind our pride We sometimes feel so small And we keep the pain deep inside. Find your light in a scary night Find someone you can trust Set your gloves up for a fight Or else we are just dust. You must keep the faith Let love get into your heart Don’t let it turn to hate Let someone be its part.Dragana Spasic2008/09 17. Poems...
  20. 20. THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL A lot of things in life go wrong But I smile when we are together No matter how bad things are You always make them better. I’ve tried so hard to hide Who I am inside But you’ve seen the real me The girl you want me to be. You make me feel special You make me feel new You make me feel loved With everything you do.I love the way you kiss meThe way you hold me tightI love the way you touch meI could be with you all night. I just want you to know, That even though we sometimes fight I will always love you No matter what, day or night.Dragana Spasic 18. Poems...2008/09
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  22. 22. Can’t buy me ... love The greatest dream of all ordinary people who liveon this planet is peace and harmony in their lives. Theydo not need so much to be happy. However, there are also people who want to destroythat ideal. Those are the people who want to rule thisworld. Powerful and rich, they are trying to capture thehappiness of others so they can be happy. But they arewrong. They cannot be happy because they only need to feedtheir greed. True happiness is not in material wealth. It is infeelings; it is in the beauty of the human soul. The truehappiness is love. And there is no money in the world thatcan buy love. Love is untouchable for greed. Love is not athing, it is abstract and therefore priceless. Only people with a pure heart can feel it. No one canpossess love. Evil cannot harm it, because without love therewould not be human beings. People would become stupidmachines that can talk and work, and nothing more... People with soul are able to love. Whether they arerich or poor, it does not really matter if they are happy. So, we must be more emotional, less material beingsbecause only in that way our humanity will survive. 20. Essays...Dusan Cvetkovic2002/03
  23. 23. An eye for an eye...To be or not to be... are the words of all mankind. In ourlives we always have some decisions to make. What we aregoing to do with our lives depends on us. But at least oncein our life, we are going to ask ourselves exactly whatHamlet asked himself. Do we want to fight for justice, dowe want to look into the future with our eyes full of hope,to fight against the sea of troubles? Or, do we want tostay back, in the dark, without dreams, without feelings,without fight? Wait a minute! Is that life? Of course not! So whatshould we do? Sometimes it is really hard to stay honest,because the road that leads to justice is very bumpy.Sometimes we have to do some horrible things. Sometimessomebody gets killed or kills, as Hamlet did. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth... Is that real-ly justice? When you have to kill someone, how can you keepon living? Who are we? Who gives us the right to do some-thing like that? Are we gods? No, we are not! And if wekill someone in the name of justice, who are we? Are webetter than the killer? I can tell you, Hamlet is a lucky man. He died imme-diatelly after he had killed his uncle. If he had stayedalive, he would have been only a ghost, not a man with aheart and soul. So now we are aware of the problem. What should wedo? How can a murderer be punished? I cannot answer that. 21. Essays...Here I’ll stop.Kristina Karuovic2003/04
  24. 24. LIFE...Here, in this world, some days are made to make you cry...Yet, there are days which can bring you only joy andstrong wings so you can fly over the big dark side of lifewhich means only trouble. Sometimes you just cannot standall the problems and heartaches life gives you, but youknow if you keep on moving you will see the bright andsunny side which is then even more beautiful and brighter.You will survive and your tears, your rainy days are goingto be something distant.Each man has his own destiny. And everyone knows thatthere are always good things coming... Behind the dark cur-tain, there is always the sun which makes our life inter-esting and worth living for.We must appreciate all the things life brings us, bad orgood, because they make our days exciting..Kristina Karuovic2003/04 22. Essays...
  25. 25. HERE COMES SUMMERI ask myself almost every day what I have done to deservethis beautiful life. When I wake up in the morning and whenI hear the birds singing and see the Sun shining, I feelvery lucky to be alive, to be here.But there are some days... The weather has something to dowith it... When I look out and everything is somehow quiet,dark and gloomy, I feel sad and lonely. I do not want todo anything. I just want to sit there, in my room. I wantto be alone, only with the sound of my favourite song onthe radio. When it is raining, my mood is even worse...Oh, but when the weather is nice, that is the whole newstory. I am happy - no reason at all. I sing all day. I donot fight with my older sister. I go for a walk with myyounger brother. I even help my mother.Hurry up summer!Jovana Stamenkovic2003/04 23. Essays...
  26. 26. THERE IS ALWAYS HOPELife can be nice and sweet. But everything that is niceis not long lasting. Everything comes to its end. Some daysof our life are bad and ugly like winter silence wheneverything is dying under the white covering.Still, when you think that rainy days are never going toend, when there is no hope, you are going to see the endof a tunnel like a shiny star which is going to bringhappiness into your life. You just have to follow it.Life is unpredictable... We never know what it brings. Weonly know that something is going to happen either goodor bad. Thus, if you want to succeed, you must be patientand use everything that life gives in the best possible way.There is always hope!Damir Kocic2003/04 24. Essays...
  27. 27. LIFE... SO MUCH FUNLife is not a one-way street.One day we walk along a golden road, and another we couldfind ourselves on a steep, mountain path. It could be a slip-pery road covered with ice, but after some walking andfalling the ice must melt down. We can enter a dark for-est and walk surrounded by creepy trees and shiny eyestwinkling in the dark. But then again, we could walk through the fieldssurounded by pretty flowers. We can hear birds singing, wecan see the sun again.No matter what path we follow in life we must never stop.And if we get lost some time, and it is possible after allthat walking, we must keep our heads. We must not lose ourheads. Only then can we easily find our way.Walking without falling, without climbing would be so dull.Without any excitement, our lives would be senseless.Nenad Golubovic2003/04 25. Essays...
  28. 28. I hate when it rains...Then I think that the sky cries because of all the acci-dents that are happening all over the world. Rain remindsme of a life path where we must go and meet many disap-pointments, feel a lot of pain and sometimes, but only some-times feel happiness which appears like a ray of sunshine.Only because of that single ray, we must keep on walking,we must fight.Life can be like a stormy sky, but after rain, there is arainbow.I want to believe in that.Jelena Stankovic2003/04 26. Essays...
  29. 29. HELLO SUNSHINE!It is morning. The sun is shining... So much to see, but solittle to say. It is hard to describe. You can see me smil-ing. Cant you see my heart? It is smiling, too. It is happyand it wants to share its happiness. It wants to beat fortwo.The sky is cloudy. It is so dark. There is no smile on myface. I can feel the problem. A cold wind is blowing throughmy heart. I am so afraid.The rain has started. I feel tears on my face. I want some-body to protect me, to help me. Is there a real friend toshare this sadness?No matter, deep down I know Ill be happy again. Here comesthe sun again.Tanja Jovanovic2003/04 27. Essays... 7
  30. 30. Love And Beauty Above All We live in times when many people often losethemselves, their identity... Nowadays only the shadows oflost people are passing by. We dream about unlimited happiness; a world with-out hatred. But, we know that something like that does notexist. We know that mans life is full of pain and suffer-ing. The most important thing in life is fight, butnot the fight, the struggle for survival. Here we talk aboutthe fight for power, for material values. Kingdoms arebeing lost, lives are being lost for money. People die andsuffer. The tears of blood flow from the eyes of mothers.Evil people hide tragedies in the bouquets of roses. Why are there less and less people who are good-hearted, who wear a smile instead of guns? Where have allthose good people disappeared? Who is going to save us fromourselves? I hope that one day people will understand whatlove and beautyreally mean!Dragana Stojanovic2003/04 28. Essays...
  31. 31. LOVEAnd there is love - the word that has been keeping ourlives all these years. The nicest in the world. The most puz-zling and mysterious. And, of course, the most painful one.It is always so near, hiding and waiting to be found.Dancing in the air, following every step of ours, makingus go mad... An inexplicable feeling with no definition, agame without any rules.An emotion which pushes us into stirred waters. And we arenot even aware. Im really not able to think... Butterflies,butterflies, butterflies... in this world I know only themand you, my darling.You are the one who makes me nervous, and happy; who makesme feel superior, perfect.So noble and beautiful love is.Emilija Mitov2003/04 29. Essays...
  32. 32. The Perfect One Have you ever asked yourself what is wrong withthis world?It is a cruel place and nobody likes to be alone. Everybodyshould have someone to look after him, to take care of him.I would like to find that special one. That is my onlychance to escape from this hell..She should be pretty, smart, intelligent. She should lovekids. She must love me, understand me, sometimes forgive ifI do something bad. She would have to get to know me, thereal me deep inside; to hear my thoughts, to see my dreams,and make them true if its possible; to give me wings whenI want to fly.She will tell me that I am her special, really wanted. Shewill tell me that I am the one because I need somebody totell me that it is going to last forever. And when I seethe spark in her eye, Ill know that she loves me.She will have to give me some faith, hold me tight whennights are cold. When I have burnt all my bridges, andthere is nowhere left for me to turn to, she will be therefor me, no matter what.She will never walk out on me; she will let me have onemore chance... And Ill never regret choosing this woman tobe my everlasting love.Nemanja Bosic 30. Essays...2004/05
  33. 33. A MAN COULD BE AS EFFECTIVE AS GOD Everyone in this world has an obligation to try to makethis planet a better place for living and also to protect natureas much as possible. Human beings, as the most productive and the most devel-oped form of life on Earth, are the only hope for this world.Unfortunately, many people today forget how much this planethas already given us and how much we owe it. It seems as if theonly thing we have learnt up to now is how to destroy its beau-ties and we have not done anything to correct our mistakes.Because of that, today we feel the consequences of our careless-ness, such as: wars, poverty, hunger... However, I still think that in this world there are quitea few people who are aware of our situation and who are try-ing to protect our planet as much as possible. Those people arealso aware that destruction is not our main quality. We can beas effective as God! We can give a new life in many ways. Wecan take care of our own race, or take care of animals, andplants. The only thing we need in order to revive our planet iswill power and a lot of love. People who love nature and whoare aware of their role in this world can do much more thanthey even imagine. We can stop wars in the world, raise moneyto erase poverty and hunger; we can help children in need, sup-port different societies and agencies in their fight againstcrime and exploitation. We can also do a lot for animals andplants by protecting species which are about to become extinct,by planting new trees and creating National parks. All in all, we can do so much for this world to make itlook like God did it himself. 31. Essays... After all, if WE do not help this world of ours, then whowill?!Sanja Trajkovic 2005/06
  34. 34. Be yourself no matter what they say! In life, you can have a lot of problems and obstacles whichcan prevent you from becoming a successful person. When everything seems broken into pieces and absolute-ly impossible, when all people around you have problems,never, but never, think that you are guilty of that. Be yourself! Dont panic - you need to be reasonable.Dont let people accuse you and recognise their mistakes inyou. Dont be satisfied with the minimum. Always trust your-self and think you are the best. Although, something can bedifficult, try to do it. Think: I am the best! I can do that!Dont say: It is too difficult for me. I cannot do that!You can! Yes, of course, you can!!! The only thing you needis self-confidence. If people around you do things which are not good(and in this world there are a lot of bad things, drugsbeing one of the worst examples), dont break down. If youwant to do something wrong, think before you do that; thinkabout the consequences and you will understand whetherthat is good or bad. Dont let other people make you do badthings. Remain the same - you must be you. Perhaps one day youwill be a famous person, a rich person - dont change yourhabits. Sometimes money and fame change people. Whereveryou are, and whatever people you are with - whether they 32. Essays...are rich or poor, famous or ordinary, normal people - aboveall, they are humans, people just like you! People you call friends might not always be your
  35. 35. friends. They can hurt you, maybe more than your enemies.Never say I will help you! better say I will try to helpyou. for there are moments when your friends need helpand you cannot do anything for them. They will be disap-pointed in you, so to avoid that better say I will try tohelp you, if I can. Sixty seconds seem longer than one minute. Make yourlife full; live every day as the last one. Everyday do thingsyou like. I have written many sentences... However, the point is- if you stick to these ideas in life, you will become aMan. Wherever you are, whatever you do - stay the same! Beyourself!!! Be yourself no matter what they say!Bojana Davinic2005/06 33. Essays...
  36. 36. D RIVE AWAY YOU, LOVE STEALER!!! The necessity to control appears as soon as we fall inlove. It is often said that there is a thin line between loveand hatred, but it would be better to say that love and theneed to control someone are in such a relationship. If youhave ever tried to control someone then you know that youdid that because you felt insecure and weak.Excessive control can take your relationship to a blindalley where your best intentions become a road to hell. Youwill not get love you long for, if you have a tendency tocontrol! Women are mostly the ones that are possessive. Theyshould know that men would never give up their own free-dom and possibility to control their destiny just to be witha woman. One of the most painful feelings that we can ever expe-rience is jealousy. Sometimes it becomes obsessive and thatcan inevitably bring us to a total loss of control! How weare going to react depends on how much we trust ourselvesand how much we believe we are wanted and loved. To bejealous means to be insecure! Jealousy does not only hit theobject of our doubts but also prevents us from proper eval-uation. Fear that we could lose our beloved can be horrifying! 34. Essays...People, who are jealous, are mostly fighting against animaginary enemy that can steal their love. Jealousy is sim-ilar to paranoia. When doubt and anger appear between
  37. 37. partners, love and trust can no longer survive! People who control their beloved ones always believe,secretly, that they dont completely deserve the love theyare given. So far there is something you should remember: youmust take risks, stop controlling and learn to put up withuncertainty and you will find true love or at least keepyour beloved and which is more important, you might findnew, internal power.Katarina Jovcic2008/09 35. Essays...
  38. 38. THE LAW ON DISCRIMINATIONEven during the earliest period of human existence, thosewho were physically stronger, more capable, more intelli-gent, tended to put themselves above all others, to hold thepower in their hands, which couldnt have been very sig-nificant for that period. Still, they wanted to rule. Thatis how differences between people became so numerous thatsociety became divided into groups we usually call classes. Although there have always been people promotingequality, still very little has been achieved so far. Theright to equality is one of the basic rights established insome of the first declarations and constitutions. But evencenturies later, when the human race has reached a veryhigh level of development and modern technology has com-pletely changed our lives, some attitudes seem to beunchangeable. People still allienate themselves and avoideach other because of different race, religion, nationalityand which is very sad - because of sex. Women are stilldiscriminated even though they have proved their abilitiesso many times. Another problem is that the country and its author-ities do not treat people as equals. Reality shows that pub-lic bodies are so corrupted that only wealth can help yousolve the problem. The reality is that we live in a socie-ty of inequality. People whose duty is to protect humanrights see people as rich or poor, white or black, 36. Essays...Christians or Muslims, male or female. And no one feels thatit is a violation of law. No one considers it right to pun-ish those who hurt others discriminating them every day.
  39. 39. Just imagine this: we are told we live in a democratic soci-ety. What we are actually showed is that democracy is whenwe have to pay or know powerful people if we want to getrights we are entitled to. I have been taught democracy issomething else. Not paying to be heard or accepted in placesyou normally belong to. What can we do? I would like you to imagine your-selves being discriminated for one moment. It doesnt mat-ter who by, what for? How would you feel? - Frustrated,angry, humiliated, embarrassed. Believe me, we all could eas-ily get into that kind of situation at least once in ourlives. That is why we have to try to be aware of thediveristy among people and promote tolerance among them,because, diveristy is important and it makes the worldinteresting!Milica Veselinovic2008/09 37. Essays...
  40. 40. People wake up!!!One of the worlds biggest problems and in my opinion themost important one is to save the Earth from destruction.There is a lot about it in the news and in TV programs,but it seems to me, there arent many people thinking aboutit and taking it seriously. As you probably know, nature is being destroyed moreand more every second, every day, and because of that, theend of our planet and human race is getting closer. Haveyou ever thought about it? Will you stop for a moment andthink about this? People wake up! First of all, I would like to point out that the sad-dest thing about this is that nature is being destroyed byourselves. We are destroying our planet and killing our-selves unconsciously under cover of technological develop-ment. As Chris Rea said: This is not a technological breakdown, this is a road to hell! People wake up! Do you realize the consequences of modern and easy life?Do you understand that with solving some small problemsand making life easier, we are just creating bigger prob-lems. It is like a boomerang effect - cars, differentmachines, factories, radiation, nuclear energy and manyother things are polluting the air, the soil, the water andfood. Have you noticed that the symbol of healthy food -green apple has vanished from packages!? We are destroyingour planet with every breath and we cant live without it. 38. Essays...People wake up! Do you think its late to do something? I would like to turn to solving this problem, but as Ihave already noticed there is only talking and talking
  41. 41. about this enormous threat to the human race. Energyrecourses are being spent and in the near future there willbe wars for food and water. But still nobody does anything.Can you believe this? Finally, I’d like to say to all of you and to thewhole world: People wake up! We must wake up or we willdie in our sleep!Thank you for reading this and I hope I have not beenwriting in vain...Jelena Stamenkovic2008/09 39. Essays... 9 s s
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  43. 43. A BIRTHDAY PRESENTLast year a young couple decided to get married. After thewedding, the woman had to go on a business trip abroad. Atthe same time it was her husbands birthday. She sent hima very big box with a small, but precious present - a preg-nancy test. It was positive!Ana Davinic2008/09A LONG RELATIONSHIPJim and Susan had had a long relationship. They had alwaysbeen together. One day they decided to go somewhere on hol-iday, but separately. Jim didnt want to tell Susan wherehe was going. She didnt say, either. So he went to Venice.And there she was!What a connection!Jelena Kostic2008/09 41. Mini sagas... n a a
  44. 44. KILLERThe killer woke up. He put his boots on. He took a maskfrom the ancient gallery. He took a knife. He was so angry.He wanted blood. But too many dead people were behind him.He was weak and he committed suicide. He set off to meethis destiny.Nikola Krstic2008/09HERO ZEROOne day a brave hero Zero heard someone screaming. He sawhis girlfriend who was in trouble. An enormous, furiouswolf was after her, so Zero took his sward and shield andstarted chasing him. Zero was too fast, too furious and...he fell down, hit his head and died.Dragana JovanovicMilica KrsticAleksandar Petrovic 42. Mini sagas...2008/09
  45. 45. ON HOLIDAYAn elephant and a mouse went on holiday. The mouse wassunbathing. The elephant was swimming. Suddenly, the mousestarted yelling: Come on! Get out of the water.. hurry! Thescared elephant ran out of the water. The mouse said:Nothing. Just checking if you have taken my bathing cos-tume.Milica CvetanovicJelena Stamenkovic2008/09A Selfish Pet OwnerTom bought a sandwich and had enough money to buy somefood for Billy. He decided to buy an ice-cream instead andwent back home. He left the sandwich and went upstairs.When he returned, Billy was eating it. If Tom hadnt been so selfish, he wouldnt have beenhungry.Milica Veselinovic 43. Mini sagas...2008/09
  46. 46. EarthquakeIt was Saturday night, a perfect night for dancing. Susanwent to the disco and started dancing. Suddenly, she feltthat the ground was shaking. She panicked, but not for verylong. "Thats why this place is called Earthquake," shelaughed to herself.The next minute they were all dead.Danica Stankovic2008/09Scared groomThey were the happiest couple in the world. But one morn-ing when she woke up she found a note: Darling I love you,but Im not good enough for you.She thought what she had done wrong, then she remembered.Last night she had said marriage. Today he ran away.Jelena Petrovic2008/09 44. Mini sagas... i i g
  47. 47. Unlucky sparrowA little sparrow fell out from the nest and broke its wing.A man wanted to help. He saw the broken wing and felt sick.A child wanted to take it home. His mother refused. A girlsaid Poor sparrow. Her boyfriend kissed her and trampledit with a 47-shoe..Dragana Spasic2008/09Buying a ticketA woman called: Hello, I want to go from Chicago toHippopotamus, New York!Hippopotamus? Ive looked up every airport code but Icant find it.The customer retorted: Dont be silly! Check your map!You dont mean Buffalo, do you?Thats it! I knew it was a big animal!Dragana Spasic2008/09 45. Mini sagas... a
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  49. 49. What happened to the supernatural? It is ordinary things that make me afraid... trees, knives,rivers in the darkness of the night, the cry of a baby,red-haired children... I was out in the open field. The land I was walkingthrough lay broiling in the Sun. As I walked farther andfarther, it glittered like glass and it seemed to stretchout endlessly. I didn’t know where I was. At one momentthings started to move so fast that I could see only shad-ows. Everything was shaking and moving around. Now I was in the woods. The path I was walking alongwas too narrow. I got scratched by the thorns which wereon the bushes along the path. I had the strange feeling tokeep moving although I didn’t know where I was and why Iwas there. I was going along the path and in front of meI saw a fallen tree trunk which was blocking my way. Icouldn’t pass there, but I still had that strange desire tokeep going. Then I heard a voice: ‘Don’t let other thingsmake you give up!’ I can’t describe how the feelings gotmixed up in me and made me confused and frightened. Iturned around and saw a bear looking at me. I was panickstricken, but he just turned around and disappeared. Again,everything started moving and shaking. Before I even realised what was happening I was stand-ing in the middle of something... something which looked likea desert. Hot winds blew freely over everything, carrying 47. Stories...sand to choke up ears and nostrils, bringing me a scen as esoft as melting butter. I didn’t know where on Earth I was.In my pocket I found a fork. I started to think that I hadalready gone mad, or that I had arrived in Hell, or...
  50. 50. I didn’t know what I was thinking about. No aim... just thesame feeling... to go on. The thoughts in my head were likea shapeless pile. I was trying to push them out, but thatwas only confusing me more and more. I don’t know how longI had been walking before I reached a wall. The wall seemedto be stretching out endlessly. I heard a strange noisebehind it. And it seemed as if something was getting clos-er and closer to me and it seemed that it would hit me,and blow me away... Then I opened my eyes and saw that I was in my room,in my bed. My body was shaking, my breathing was heavy...sweat was all over me. I wondered: ‘What is real? Ourdreams... our reality?’ The line between is so thin. So keep your eyes wide open, and look into your heart.Vladimir Djonic2001/02 48. Stories...
  51. 51. Hard to Understand It was Wednesday, quarter past five, maybe half pastfive. I came out of the building, and since I was in a hurry,I looked for a cab. A yellow cab stopped. I threw my ruck-sack into the car and told the driver where to take me. Itwas so hot in the car that I took off my jacket. After awhile we stopped. I paid the driver, and on my way outgrabbed all the stuff that was on the back seat. The cabdrove off. I was putting on my jacket, then the rucksackwhen I noticed a purse faling out of my jacket. I was surprised. THe purse wasn’t mine, but I had it.I looked for the cab, but it was already gone. I didn’t knowwhat was in the purse, just as I didn’t know what to dowith it. After a while, I decided to open it. I was hopingto find something, an ID maybe, or anything that might behelpful. When I looked in, I found myself not confused, butreally taken aback. There was money - lots of it - tenthousand pounds, even more. I looked again and there wasan ID. The purse belonged to a Mr Collins. Now I had doubts. I didn’t know whether this moneywas ‘dirty’, or maybe the money for a new car, or maybethe tax should be paid with it, or even a hospital bill. Ididn’t know... Eventually, I decided. The money would have tobe returned to the owner. As soon as I had finished myshopping, I took another cab and gave the driver theaddress from the ID. 49. Stories... When I returned the money, Mr Collins was very happyand grateful. Just as I suspected, it was tax money. Itturned out that Mr Collins owned a cinema, so he, in orderto show his gratitude, gave me tickets for the premiere of
  52. 52. The Independence Day which was supposed to be in his cin-ema the following week. When I came home, my mother was furious. Her dinnerwas ruined because I didn’t get all the groceries on time.When I told her what had happened to me, she didn’t believeme, so I showed her the tickets, but then she yelled at mebecause I didn’t ask her to go to the cinema. Grown-ups are hopelss! No matter what we do, they’llalways be better, smarter, their way is always going to bebetter than ours. But that comes with growing older. It’snot their fault. What can be done? Being old and havingobligations is such a terrible thing. It’s bothering themthat they can’t be young again, so they interfere and makeour life difficult, as if it weren’t difficult enough. Eventhough it’s hard to understand them, we are also growingolder, so we should probably turn a blind eye and forgivethem.Nemanja Conic2002/03 50. Stories...
  53. 53. There’s Always Weather Time has stopped today. The weather will always be thesame. No more atmosphere and the Sun is in the West. Electric birds are flying, singing songs about Maltus.The weather is always the same. Do they know what the rainis? It’s probably something from the old books from theperiod before Ford. Do they know for the sides of theworld? I saw the East and with a new pair of electric eyesyesterday. I am only sixteen, but I look older than the old man.The Sun is black. What can be done? I can’t change it -I’ve learnt from horses; I grew up with horses. I shall cry tonight and my tears will pour like rain.I’ll give you back your feelings, and your dirty system willbe distroyed.Radoslav Zdravkovic2002/03 51. Stories...
  54. 54. Punished by a Ghost I’ve had troubles this year... I’ve quarreled with myfriends, I’ve always been tired, I’ve lost my will. I got dis-appointed in love. These bad things, as a matter of fact, had their goodside. I became more competent... The fear of dying disapeared.I was not afraid to be crushed by a car any more; to beshot by a drunken criminal; to be poisoned by contaminat-ed food. However, there was one thing I couldn’t do any-thing about - I was really scared to be haunted by theghost that was sleeping under my bed. One morning I got up with a headache. I felt somestrange insecurity. And at the moment of confusion, the evilghost attacked. I couldn’t move my body. It shot six timesthrough my head, then dyed my hair. It washed my brainwith hydrogen and put some weird sounds into it. I shouted, but no one heard. The ghost put me inchains. It laughed at me. I tried to move again but I fellon the floor. I saw myself falling through a great depth.Suddenly, a brilliant, white light appeared in front of me.I heard the tolling of the iron bell. I saw something Icouldn’t explain. It claimed my soul. So, I saw myself in an asylum for lunatics. The voicespoke to me: ‘You’ve wasted all your time. Every next year 52. Stories...will be shorter for you. You were different and you could-n’t choose your own ground. How much time did you spendwithout ever having fun? Now, you’ll live a hard life with
  55. 55. emptiness in your head.’ As it stopped speaking, the roomfilled with darkness. The last thing I saw was a man with the gun passingby. I tried to find a tree to lie down and sleep under it.But everywhere I looked, I saw the endless desert ofdestroyed ideas. I shouted: ‘What do you want from me?’ I was alone. To the West, the Sun was eclipsing theMoon.Radoslav Zdravkovic2002/03 53. Stories...
  56. 56. ***I’m sitting and thinking about you...about a thousand milesbetween us... If only I didn’t love you any more! But as longas I’m thinking about you and wanting not to love you, Ineed you... I miss you.A thousand miles are a temptation for any true love - timeand a thousand miles between us.You haven’t been near me for many years, but I still wantyou and your face, every day.I think that after you I’ll never love again ... I’ve beenin love, yes, but I’ve never loved as I loved you. I’ll liveon remembering you, your eyes, your smile... I’ll live to meetyou once again in my life. I’ll live in the past with youreyes...My angel, the old Greeks had a theory that stars are theonly perfection in this Universe.Today, if anyone says that, I’m sure he hasn’t seen you.Forever waiting for you,SanjaSanja Zlatkovic2002/03 54. Stories...
  57. 57. ***Listen to me now...You realise this is the last connection between us?No more walks... no more talks...There’s nothing left... I don’t know who is to blame, who’sguilty, you or me, both or neither of us. Forgive me forthe things I did, the things that hurt you.Neither distance nor time will help me forget you.Tomorrow I’ll mention your name with a smile as if noth-ing has happened.But tomorrow is far away.The wound in me reminds me of you ‘cause you meant a lifeto me. But, you’ll never know that.Once when the wound has been healed, nobody will ask mehow much it hurt.Tamara Stevic2002/03 55. Stories...
  58. 58. At the TheatreLeila and Peter had always wanted to be actors, but theywere living in a small town and had never had an oppor-tunity to try themselves on the stage. One day a big theatre group came to their town toperform a show. Everyone was very excited. Leila and Peterwanted to experience something more. They sneaked out through the back door and wanderedthrough the halls. Suddenly they saw a big, dark room.At first, it looked normal, but when they entered they sawtwo human bodies on the floor. They approached them slow-ly. At that moment a man with a huge knife rushed intothe room and started cutting the bodies into pieces. Therewas blood everywhere... There were arms and legs all around.Leila and Peter almost died of fear. All at once, the lights turned on and they heard some-one shouting: ‘What are you doing in here? This is arehearsal! Nobody is allowed to see the show beforetonight’s opening!’Marko Stamenkovic2003/04 56. Stories...
  59. 59. One of those days It was a bad day. It was a really bad day. I woke up very late; my sister had forgotten to wakeme up. When I looked at myself in the mirror and I saw myhair was terrible. I knew I had to wash it, but I realisedthat there was no time. Then I realised I had no cleanclothes to wear. I had to wear my dirty jeans and my HIM-shirt which I was wearing every day last week. I was running around trying to find a pair of sockswhen the phone rang. It was my parents, and since I had-n’t heard from them for two weeks, I had to talk to themfor half an hour. Eventually, I washed my hair even thoughthere was no time to dry it completely cause I had to study.I did not have time to eat either. In the meantime it start-ed to rain. What a disaster! I had no shoes, only a pair ofsneakers, so I had to wear them. Time was passing and Ialmost missed the bus - I had to run to catch it. Things got worse when I got to school. The boy I likedwasn’t at school that day, so I was in a bad mood. My biol-ogy teacher wanted to test me, and since I was in a badmood, I got a bad mark. Then I got another one from myLatin teacher. Everything was bad, but the worst was stillto come! The rain didn’t let up the whole day. I was all wet. 57. Stories...However, when I got home nobody was there. There was noth-ing to eat. Perhaps I could mention that I hadn’t eaten atschool ‘cause I had forgotten to take lunch money with me.
  60. 60. The room was freezing. I was very cold so I tried to findsomething to cheer me up. Music could cheer me up! But I remembered how every-one from my class thought wrongly about me because of themusic I listened to and the clothes I wore. They said I wasjust a shadow, that I didn’t have my personality... The boyI liked said that, too. Suddenly, I was no longer in themood to listen to music. Tell me, who wouldn’t?Sanja Stankovic2003/04 58. Stories...
  61. 61. I miss you... It was a year ago when my granny died. It was anordinary evening. The whole day I was thinking about her,our conversations, her advice... I was sad and I decided togo to the house where she had lived. When I came into her room I felt a little bit strange.It was at the same time cold and warm. Suddenly, in theopposite corner of the room I saw her. My old granny wassmiling. I didn’t know what to do. I was panick stricken.It was incredible! I couldn’t believe my eyes... She was dead.I closed my eyes... and screamed. My mother heard me andcame quickly. I was shaking. When I finally opened my eyes, she was gone. When Icalmed down I wasn’t quite sure what had happened to me.My mother said that was normal because she’d died only twodays before and that I still couldn’t believe that she hadgone for good. And me? I think I really saw her. I miss her so much...Danijela Andjelkovic2003/04 59. Stories...
  62. 62. Unbelievable It was Saturday. Someone rang my door bell. I openedthe door. It was my friend David. At first, I didn’t recog-nise him. He was very pale and his hands were shaking... ‘I don’t understand.’ David kept reapeating for near-ly half an hour as if he was having a bad dream. After acup of coffee, and a pack of cigarettes, he started to talk. ‘It was yesterday. I went out alone because all myfriends were busy. I wasn’t in a good mood because, as youknow, I’d lost my job, but I couldn’t stay at home either. Iwould feel worse. I went to Sun, you know the club we hadbeen at on my birthday. Anyway, it was strangely quiet fora Friday night. I sat by the bar and ordered a drink. Aftera couple of minutes, just after it stroke midnight, the dooropened and SHE came in. She had a long, white dress, beau-tiful black hair, and those eyes... My dream had come true. My angel was in front ofme, asking me if the seat next to me was taken. At first,I was just staring at her... She smiled and asked what myname was. From that moment on we didn’t stop talking. Wewere dancing, laughing, having fun... Time was flying. Westayed there until the club closed. I offered to walk herhome and she accepted. On the way home she was cold, so Igave her my coat. I was so happy that I didn’t feel howfreezing it was. When we were in front of her house, shekissed me good bye. She even invited me to go to her house 60. Storeis...today - it would have been her birthday. I told her toexpect me. I turned around, but then I realized: I didn’tknow her name! I wanted to ask her but she was alreadygone.
  63. 63. I couldn’t sleep the whole night. I couldn’t wait tosee her again. She was everything I had ever wanted. Today,I went to her house. An old woman in black opened the doorfor me. I asked her for the young lady. The woman start-ed to cry and said she had been living alone since herdaughter had died a year before. She showed me her photo- it was HER, my angel... I couldn’t believe it! What is more,it’s her birthday today! I was at her grave. Do you know what I found there?My coat! She was next to me; we were talking, she kissedme... and now? I don’t understand... I don’t understand... Ican’t understand...’Bojana Stojanovic2003/04 61. Stories...
  64. 64. Where are they? Do you believe in their existence? I do! They are somewhere. Maybe, they are looking at youright now. They know everything about you, even more than youdo. They know your most secret desires, all your fears. Theyknow what happens in your dreams. They know what youthink. They can read your mind. And they don’t talk. Inaudible, hovering, at night, while you sleep, littlehumanoid creatures with big, creepy eyes, with no pupils,with long, thin arms, little gray aliens, enter your room,and take you to their spaceship. They torture you there.They put implants into your body. Fear and pain are so strong that you want to believethat all is just a dream. You even lie to yourself, but deepdown, you know the truth. They’ve taken you... You’ve expe-rienced the most terrifying feeling that someone can feel... People, realize, they are here! Wake up! Oh, you’re not so stupid, right?! You are not an idiot,are you? Don’t you realize how lucky you are? Of all thegalaxies, of all the continents, of all the countries, of allthose little places, you started your insignificant, miser-able life right here. Why? Therefore, why wouldn’t another form of life existsomewhere else? Maybe a little bit different... certainly dif- 62. Stories...ferent... but life. They are here! Take care of yourselves! Maybe yu arethe chosen ones... sentenced to an eternal torture. Maybe,
  65. 65. they come for you every night, take you, do experiments onyou... Don’t tell me that you have never had a scratch, whichyou can’t explain?! They are here for sure, all around us. We only needto open our eyes, fight our fear, and realise that every-thing that happens to us is more than a dream.Sanja Zivkovic2003/04 63. Stories...
  66. 66. SHIPWRECKED Three sailors were shipwrecked on a desert island aftertheir ship had sunk in a storm. There was enough food onthe island for them to survive but there was no way toescape. The three sailors desperately missed their families andfriends. They would have given anything in the world to berescued, but no ship ever passed near enough for them tosend a signal. One morning, fifteen years after they had been ship-wrecked, they found a bottle on the beach, with a cork init. "Lets open it," said one of the sailors, "there might bea message in it." They took the cork out and a genie appeared in a bigcloud of smoke. "Thank goodness for that," said the genie to the aston-ished sailors. "Ive been imprisoned in that bottle for twohundred years. How can I ever thank you? I know! You canwish for whatever you want in this world, and it will imme-diately come true." After he had said that, the genie disappeared in anoth-er cloud of smoke. The three sailors looked at each other. "Ill go first," said one sailor. "Watch me!" Then heshouted: "I wish I were back in my hometown with my wife 64. Stories...and children!" No sooner had he spoken that than there was a flashof lightening and he disappeared. The other two sailors
  67. 67. looked at each other in amazement. "Now its my turn. Watch this!" said the second sailor.He shouted at the top of his voice, "I wish I were back inthe pub in my little village with my girlfriend!" There was another flash of lightening and the sec-ond sailor disappeared. The third sailor looked around himsadly. It felt strange to be without his companions afterso many years. He sat down on a rock and thought to him-self. "Its so lonely here on my own. I wish those two werehere with me now..." There was another flash of lightening...Emilija Mitov2003/04 65. Stories...
  68. 68. A DAY IN MY LIFEIt was a sunny day... a clear blue sky, with no clouds.Everything seemed to be all right. I was in a good mood.I went for a walk along the beach. While I was walking, Isaw something black in the sand.Oh! What a surprise! A wallet...I took it and found an ID. I was shocked. I saw a photo ofmy first love, Jenny.Jenny had kissed me a long time ago. It was the first per-son who had kissed me.I saw her address. What a coincidence! Her flat was onlytwo streets from mine. I was in high spirits. Her surnamewas still the same. I guessed she didnt have a husband.I rang at her door. A handsome, young man opened the door."Can I help you? What are you looking for, sir?""Im looking for Jenny.""Jack, its you?" he asked."How on Earth does he know my name?" I was wondering."Maybe she is married after all."But all my dilemmas were solved right away."Jack, its me, Jenny. Ive changed a little. Im John now.Come in, please."Everything went blank...I woke up on the top of an old building, with a half-emptybottle of whiskey. How did I get here? After all, it wasnot so important. I was glad because it was just a dream.I went home quite happy. 66. Stories...But in my pocket...there was something in my pocket.The black wallet.Branko Tasic2003/04
  69. 69. GUARDIAN ANGEL One day, I was sitting alone at home, when I heard aknock at my door. I opened it and saw a sweet, little girl wearing old,torn clothes. She seemed week and looked so pale... She lookedas if she were hungry and cold. She seemed harmless, so Icalled her in. While I was preparing her something to eat, she toldme that her name was Angela. It was her birthday that day.I was surprised and felt sorry for her. I wanted to giveher something, but I didnt know what. Finally, I rememberedmy beautiful little red dress which I still kept in my clos-et. Angela was so happy that she kissed me. She had to gosoon, and I let her go... After she had left, I felt some-thing strange. I was so happy, and yet so calm. I couldntexplain that new feeling. I kept thinking about Angela, andI knew I had to find her and find out more about her. So, I went out. While I was passing by the primaryschool, I saw a group of people. When I came closer I heardthem talking... "Too bad, she was so young... so beautiful... areal angel." I couldnt believe when I realised that theywere talking about Angela, my Angela. She had had an acci-dent the night before, the day before her birthday. Todaywould have been her birthday. I felt a sharp pain through my heart. I couldnt stopthinking about the child. I went straight to church. I meta priest and talked to him. He smiled and told me that I 67. Stories...shouldnt be scared. Things like that happen sometimes. Alegend says that when a child dies it becomes an angel...Now, I am sure that Angela is an angel... my angelMiljana Stamenkovic 2003/04
  70. 70. The Twilight Zone It was some time before I realised that I had been turnedinto a cat. The first thing I noticed was that I was sit-ting on the floor instead of a chair. My clothes were ina heap by the chair as if I had just stepped out of them.On the small table the glass was still half-full of theblack, bitter liquid I had drunk. I tried to stand up ontwo feet and succeeded only in standing on four. Then Ibegun to walk with a curious spring motion. Suddenly thedoor opened and Julia came in. I tried to say Julia andI heard myself let out a discordant miaow. “Oh, my God! Im a cat! No, no...this cant be happening.Me, a cat!? HA! Maybe, its just a dream?! When I wake up,everything will be just the same. Ill be normal again. Whata relief! But then again, what if its not a dream? What if Illbe a cat for the rest of my life? I dont have my arms, Icant pinch myself, I know! Ill just scratch myself and Illwake up. Ouch!!! I need a mirror. But Im so small.” I went to theglass door and saw my own reflection.... “What am I goingto do now?” Where is that girl? Kristina! I heard Julias voicecalling my name. “Oh, if only you knew...Im so tiny and helpless. Andhungry! Why is this happening to me? What did I do wrong? 68. Stories...I feel as if I were in a twilight zone. Maybe I really am.That makes sense.” Come, kitty! Julia called me. She tookme in her arms and started fondling me. “What a feeling!But I dont wanna be a cat any more.
  71. 71. Think, Kristina, think! What is the last thing you did?My life is a living hell! Oh, God Im going crazy. Help!Somebody help me! Julia, dont you recognize me? I want myold life back. Im so tired and sleepy... Ill just take a nap, and whenI wake up, Ill decide what to do.” I found my place on thefloor, and soon fell asleep. Suddenly, I heard my mother:Kristina, wake up! What are you doing on the floor? I am normal! Tell me, I am not a cat! I am not a cat,right?’ Normal again? A cat? What are you talking about? Comeon... Julias waiting for you. That wasnt a dream, I was thinking for myself. It wasa nightmare. “My left arm... its itchy. Wow... its a scratch.I cant believe it.” There you are! Ive been waiting and waiting. Iveplayed with your cat in the meantime. A cat? What cat? We dont have a cat. A little, black and white cat. Its so sweet. God help us!Kristina Lazarevic2004/05 69. Stories...
  72. 72. Too Much TV It was some time before I realised that I had been turnedinto a cat. The first thing I noticed was that I was sitting onthe floor instead of a chair. My clothes were in a heap by thechair as if I had just stepped out of them. On the small tablethe glass was still half-full of the black, bitter liquid I haddrunk. I tried to stand up on two feet and succeeded only instanding on four. Then I began to walk with a curious springmotion. Suddenly the door opened and Julia came in. I tried tosay Julia and I heard myself let out a discordant miaow. ‘Miaow! Too much TV, I was thinking. Miaow! Miaow!Hmm, that was supposed to sound like Hello, Julia! Damn!Its hot in here. This polyester shi...aaah!? Fur?! What the...?No, no, no... Come on! This must be a dream, a bad one. Wakeup! I know this kind of scare-me-to-death-I-cant-go-to-work-without-double-coffee dreams. I slapped myself once pretty hard. Oh, what now!?A flea! A flea! A little, such a little flea was jumping allaround. It seemed lost. Food around the corner...foodaround... Great!The flea ran into a spiders web...It didnt wait. As it waseating the bug I opened my eyes and saw another spiderright above my head. A Moon over the Burbon Street was on the radio...Ifelt strange. I got up and turned my TV on. There was noth-ing to be seen, but I kept staring.My hands were shaking while I was pouring coffee for meand my wife Julia. 70. Stories...Good morning, darling!she said.Good morning, I answered.Jelena Stankovic 2004/05
  73. 73. Not a Bad Thing It was some time before I realised that I had been turned intoa cat. The first thing I noticed was that I was sitting on thefloor instead of a chair. My clothes were in a heap by the chairas if I had just stepped out of them. On the small table the glasswas still half-full of the black, bitter liquid I had drunk. Itried to stand up on two feet and succeeded only in standing onfour. Then I begun to walk with a curious spring motion.Suddenly the door opened and Julia came in. I tried to say Juliaand I heard myself let out a discordant miaow. I was petrified. Whats this? I asked myself. I did-nt know what to do. Julia saw me. I knew what she thoughtof cats. Last time she saw one, she threw it into the toi-let. The torture started. While I was running away, shewas throwing all the things she found at me. Julia, youare really crazy! Youre going to kill me. But everythingwas in vain. The only thing that could be heard, apart frommy poor Miaow! was Julias: Stop and fight, you awfulcreature! Stop you little monster! Thank God, her motherentered the room. I took the chance, and escaped. What a feeling! Ithought. So, Im a cat, a pretty terrified one, thought; buta cat. The more I thought about it, the more I liked it.Cats have nine lives. I decided to try that. I was looking for the best way to try this belief. I 71. Stories...saw a really big building. Thats it! I decided to jumpfrom the highest floor. I got to the roof. There was anoth-er, black cat. She was staring at me. One more look, and I
  74. 74. jumped. The last thing I heard were the words: Foolish cat!Shell definitely die! I was really the fastest-flying cat ever seen. Thennothing, only pain and silence. I opened my eyes. The same room...the same me. Whats that black cat doing at my window?Aleksandra Velickovic2004/05 72. Stories...
  75. 75. PAHALANIA It was some time before I realised that I had been turnedinto a cat. The first thing I noticed was that I was sitting onthe floor instead of a chair. My clothes were in a heap by thechair as if I had just stepped out of them. On the small tablethe glass was still half-full of the black, bitter liquid I haddrunk. I tried to stand up on two feet and succeeded only instanding on four. Then I begun to walk with a curious springmotion. Suddenly the door opened and Julia came in. I tried tosay Julia and I heard myself let out a discordant miaow. I was confused...didnt know what to do.This is only a dream.Soon, Ill wake up...I just have to wait for a while.But, nothinghappened. I was waiting and waiting, but nothing changed. Istarted jumping around hoping to be woken up, but nothing. Now, I was scared. I looked at Julia. She finally noticed me.Oh, what a wonderful cat! Look at it! Who brought you here? Itmust have been David, my younger brother. Where is he, anyway?How could he leave you all alone? Dont worry. Ill look afteryou. Now, I was really scared. I knew how she looked after cats.Our last cat had run away from our house right because ofher. She feeds cats to death, washes them twice a day, gives thema hair cut every week... What do you want, little cat? It lookslike you have something to say. No, I dont, I thought. Everything is perfect. I am a cat,youre alone at home...Oh, what am I going to do? I cant live acats life. Its impossible! Think, David, think! But, simply I 73. Stories...couldnt . Come now, Julia said. Youre going to sleep and Im goingto watch my favourite series Charmed, and then were going to
  76. 76. find David. OK? Yes, yes, well definitely find him, I thought.I had nothing else to do, so I watched the series. Not bad look-ing witches...Who would say these girls were witches? Witches?!Magic?! I saw the magic book that gives power to the witchesand suddenly I remembered. The book in our attic!!! That is asource of magic power. And then I worked it out. I was readingthat book...then I found myself being a cat. That book can bringmy life back to normal. But how shall I reach the attic? The moment Julia opened the door, I ran out. Julia didntfollow me to the attic. There was the book. It looked as if itwas thousand years old. Who brought it here? It must have beenthat woman who had lived here before us. Nobody knew where shehad gone. She disappeared like a ghost. Maybe this book had some-thing to do with it... I opened the book. It was really creepy with many scarypictures. Under one of them, this was written: This is Pahalania,the book which can give you magic powers. Be careful! If youuse it with bad intentions, youll become the animal you havetouched last!Thats it! One of my last wishes was that my maths teacher losthis job. So what now? I turned the last page. There was written: To reverse themagic, press the letter N. The book will disappear, but youllremember everything and youll have to live with it. At that moment I heard my sister coming. She was lookingfor me. She stepped into the attic.... I looked at her, for the lasttime through the eyes of a cat... and pressed N. She was just about to leave when I cried Juliaaaaa.... Sheturned around and I heard: Im not deaf!!! 74. Stories...Marko Pavlovic2004/05
  77. 77. MAGIC It was some time before I realised that I had been turnedinto a cat. The first thing I noticed was that I was sitting onthe floor instead of a chair. My clothes were in a heap by thechair as if I had just stepped out of them. On the small tablethe glass was still half-full of the black, bitter liquid I haddrunk. I tried to stand up on two feet and succeeded only instanding on four. Then I begun to walk with a curious springmotion. Suddenly the door opened and Julia came in. I tried tosay Julia and I heard myself let out a discordant miaow. Julia was surprised when she saw me, or to be precisewhen she saw a black cat ‘cause we didnt keep pets. Shekneeled down and picked me up. Luckily I was a very sweetcat so she didnt throw me out. She put me on the bed andstarted looking for me - the human me. I very soon got used to being a cat. I even liked beinga cat. I liked all my new abilities - I was very fast, Ihad good reflexes, balance, and I could jump very high. Ihad strong claws and sharp teeth. I enjoyed trying out mynew body. In the meantime, Julia finished her unsuccessfulsearch and went to the kitchen. However, very soon I realised that no matter how funit was to be a cat, I had to find a way to turn back intomy human shape. Then it came to me. This morning an old salesman sold me an invisibili-ty potion. You must understand that I bought it only to 75. Stories...get rid of him. And I drank it because I was curious. Andcuriosity killed the cat. He must have mixed the potions.I had to find him. He couldnt have gone very far away. I
  78. 78. sneaked out, and started running down the street. I wasright! I saw my neighbour Bill throwing things at thevoodoo magician. The poor old man ran away. I was afterhim. Imagine how frightened he was -a big, black cat run-ning after him. He was so scared that he dropped one ofhis bags. I looked inside. I couldnt find what I was look-ing for; I didnt know what I was looking for. I noticed abottle bigger than the others, but I couldnt open it. Ismashed it and licked the liquid from the asphalt. I faint-ed. When I came round, I was in my bed. What a relief,I thought, it was just a dream. Very realistic, though.Julia came into the room. What were you doing naked inthe street? Bill called me when he picked you from the road;it wasnt strange for him as he is a filthy barbarian, butit was so humiliating...blab...blab...blab.... She couldnt bestopped. I stopped listening. I had to think what to tellher. Certainly I couldnt tell her the truth. She would-nt believe it.Nenad Golubovic2004/05 76. Stories...
  79. 79. I AM THE ONE I lived in the jungle. Every day I looked for food andoften I had to fight for my territory. I led an ordinarymonkey life, until one day... I only fell asleep. When I wokeup, I found myself closed in a small room. Those stupid human beings. I knew it! They wanted some-thing from me. But what?! At first I had no idea what they wanted from me. Everyday they were giving me food, water and things other mon-keys could only dream of. But when after couple of days I stepped into my cas-tle, called cage, I understood. These stupid human beingsfinally realised that I was the only smart creature on thisplanet. They definitely wanted me to be their king. I wasvery excited. Lots of people came to see me.But why all the time?Why are they pointing their fingers at me? Why are theyso happy when I do something, even if it is so stupid? Thesequestions bothered me for a few months. Finally I found a solution. I knew I was the king.That was so true. Who can be more important? That can benothing but a god! No, this cant be! I am not god. Or, per-haps, I am?! Yes, I am the king and God! Now, everything was clear. Those people were comingas my servants and loyal liegemen. When I did something, nomatter how stupid it was, I eased their pain, made theirtroubles go away. They were smiling. They were happy to see 77. Stories...me. They pointed at me thus showing me respect. Now when I realised that I was the one, those stupidhuman beings could sleep peacefully. Damnjan Jevtic 2004/05
  80. 80. FREAK The year 4004 AD. A mixture of vapour and the orange-pink colour of the Sun in the yellow sky above the townthat people used to call LA. Lisa, called Sean again. He told me that they stillhad that job in the circus. I dont want to force you, butcan we at least think about that? We both know that ourfinancial situation is not so bright, right?! he told to hiswife. I’ve heard some rumours that Hawaii is planning toattack America once again. You know that they almostdestroyed us in World War V. Sean, are you aware of the fact that you are talk-ing about our son? Lisa asked. A tear dropped from herthird eye. Seans two antennas started moving around. Oh, notagain! Those pterodactyls are so boring, always looking forfood. Go away, go, go... Then he continued: I know, but heis so different. He knows that, too. Since other kids havestarted treating him as a freak, he didnt go out of hisroom. He must do something... But its not his fault! lisa complained. To work ina circus as a freak, to be the subject of jokes and laugh-ter - its so humiliating; for him, and for us, too. She wasnervous. She looked at Seans green face and started cry-ing. Oh, Sean, hold me tight! Oh, why did God punish us likethat? Why us? Why is our son not like other normal kids? 78. Stories... Be strong, Lisa. We must support him as much as wecan. After all, he is our son; no matter he is a frea...dif-ferent! They went to bed. Sean couldnt sleep. He went tohis sons room.
  81. 81. Jimmy, are you awake? he asked. Jimmy was soundasleep. I love you, son, no matter what. I know I dont showit so often, but I hope you can feel it. He touched thechilds head with his fourth arm and quietly left the room. He didnt have the strength to look at his son; tosee his two blue eyes, to see his two legs, two arms, blackhair without antennas, pink skin... He couldnt stand the fact that his only child lookedas those primitive monsters who had lived two thousandyears ago...Branko Tasic2004/05 79. Stories...
  82. 82. UNFORGETTABLE This happened a few years ago on 1 May, when I wentcamping with my friends. Going on this camping trip is a tradition. We spend onenight and one day in the woods in the hills, sitting aroundthe campfire telling scary stories, laughing, listening tomusic... Each time we go there, something interesting hap-pens. However, this one Ill never forget. We entered the woods around midnight. It was very dark,but we didnt mind as we had flashlights with us. Aftertwenty minutes of walking, we ran out of light. One of theflashlights fell into a puddle and the other one had a lowbattery. So, there we were, in the middle of the woods, intotal darkness. Nevertheless, we still kept going. It wasfreezing! I could see a full Moon shining through thebranches of the trees. The Moon was our only source oflight. However, bad luck kept following us. Suddenly, the cloudsappeared and covered the Moon. The rain started. We couldsee even less now. There was water and mud everywhere. Ourfeet were wet and our clothes were covered with dirt. Theground became slippery and while we were going up some ofus were falling down. We walked through the bushes and Icould feel branches scratching my face. I could hearstrange sounds coming from everywhere. Those were proba-bly the sounds of birds, but in my head, I saw the creepi- 80. Stories...est animals ever. When we finally found a good place for our tents, werealised that three of our friends were missing. We didnt
  83. 83. know what to do. We started panicking. There were hundredsof things that could have happened to them. Then we remem-bered - mobile phones. Thank God for them! We called them.They were fine. While we were climbing, they were the lastin the line and at one moment, they stopped to have somerest, but somehow they lost us. Fortunately, they werent sofar away, so they soon joined us. We were so tired, and at the same time so happy. Therewas no rain and the strange sounds werent bothering usany more. Yes, we had some small scratches, our feet werestill wet, there was mud everywhere, but, all in all, it wasan unforgettable experience. And while the Sun was rising,we were sitting around the campfire, wrapped in our blan-kets, drinking warm coffee and laughing. Coffee never tasted better!Ana Markovic2004/05 81. Stories...
  84. 84. UNFORTUNATELYI went out for a walk.Unfortunately, it began to rain.Fortunately, I had an umbrella.Unfortunately, it was broken.Fortunately, I met a friend in a car.Unfortunately, the car ran out of patrol.Fortunately, the patrol station was near.Unfortunately, we didnt have enough money to pay.Fortunately, the man who worked there was a good man and let us pay some other day. So we continued our journey.Unfortunately, soon we had a flat tire.Fortunately, we had a spare one.Unfortunately, we had no tools to change it.Fortunately, a fisherman came along.Unfortunately, he invited us to go with him.Fortunately, both of us were good at fishing.Unfortunately, it was getting dark.Fortunately, very soon, I caught something interesting. It was a gold fish!Unfortunately, it wanted to make only one of my wishescome true.Fortunately, I knew what to ask for. I wanted to becomea prince! In a moment everything went dark.I heard someone calling my name: 82. Stories...Get up, Frantz Ferdinand! Lets go to Sarajevo!Marko Stamenkovic2004/05
  85. 85. Green LadyWhen Craig Meyers bought his restaurant, he got it for avery good price because it had been empty for three years.Nobody wanted to buy the place because people said that ithad a ghost. The ghost was a lady in a long green dress whohad been a singer in the restaurant years before. Peoplesaid that one night, on her way home from the restaurant,the singer had driven her car off the road, over somecliffs and into the sea below. Nobody had ever seen thesinger alive again. People said they had seen her ghost, butCraig didn’t believe in ghosts so he wasn’t worried. Three months after Craig had bought the restau-rant, he opened it again. He called it The Green Lady. The restaurant had been opened for six monthswhen a strange thing happened. It was Saturday night.Everybody had left and Craig was tidying the restaurant.Suddenly he heard a woman singing in the dining room. Shewas singing a traditional song called Green sleeves. Craigwent into the dining room. The voice was louder there, butthe room was empty. Craig checked the restaurant taperecorder and the radio in the kitchen, but they were bothswitched off. He couldn’t stop the strange singing, but hedidn’t feel very worried. 83. Stories... Craig locked the restaurant, got into his car andstarted to drive home. He was tired. He fell asleep andcrashed his car into a tree. He woke up at the hospital. The police officers were
  86. 86. in the room with him. ‘We need to ask you some questions,’ they said. ‘Who was the woman in the car with you? We haven’tbeen able to find her since the accident.’ Craig answered: ‘I didn’t have anyone with me.’ ‘Yes, you did. We were driving behind you and weboth saw her. She was wearing a green dress.’Milica Andjelkovic2005/06 84. Stories...
  87. 87. Bed-t ime story tDavid woke up in the morning and knew his life would never bethe same again. A few days ago while David was working in his small milkbar, a woman dressed in grey entered the bar saying nothing.She picked up a glass of milk and without paying for it walkedout of the bar. David was surprised by the woman’s behaviour. Heran out of the bar after her, but she had disappeared. The same small woman dressed in the same grey dress enteredthe bar again, just a few days later. She grabbed a glass ofmilk and again left quickly without paying. David tried to fol-low her, but she was nowhere to be seen. After a couple of days,she appeared once again. She was dressed the same. She paid noattention to David, snatched a glass of milk and vanishedthrough the door. However, David was prepared this time so he quickly fol-lowed the woman out of the bar. She hurried down one of thetown’s main streets and David had to run to keep up with her.She turned off the road into the woods. This was where Davidlost her, but he kept going. And then he heard a baby crying and it seemed like it wascoming from the ground. In front of him was a gravestone mark-ing the death of a mother and her baby who had been buriedtogether. Unsure what to do, David went back and brought some shov-els and a few people to help him. The crying became louder asthey were digging. When they reached and opened the coffin, theyfound a dead woman with a crying baby in her arms. And thethree empty glasses. 85. Stories... The poor child had been buried by mistake and the spiritof her dead mother kept her alive until she was found.Marko Momcilovic 2006/07
  88. 88. Dear stranger, My name is Angelo Colungo. Im fifty-eight years old,and I dont have any possessions. I was born in a littletown, Sun Mountain. At that time, my family was very poor,so, Alice, a rich woman who lived in the village Marks Lake,brought me up. At that time, Alice was a widow. She used to be mar-ried to a rich shopkeeper, and they didnt have any chil-dren. She has never married again. Horses were her passion,so I took to them. We had six horses and one of them wasonly mine. His name was Mike and I took care of him. Ialways had a good time when I rode Mike across the neigh-bouring meadows. One day, suddenly, Alice died while she was sleeping.She left me a great amount of wealth, so I became one ofthe richest people in Marks Lake. Nevertheless, I was verysad because of Alices death, and living became meaningless. Three days after Alices death, I took my horse and Irode around my farm. I wanted to forget everything. I wasvery disturbed. I dont know why, but I turned off the road and Idecided to go to the forest. I had never been there before. Suddenly I heard some voices, so I hid myself and myhorse. Three men were in front of me, but they saw neitherme nor Mike. Even now I can exactly remember all theirwords: Now, he is very rich, but, you know, he is also very 86. Stories...stupid, - said the first man. I think you should forget plan A- the second man inter-rupted him.
  89. 89. Im sure, if we do that, well get caught. But, I...-start-ed the third man, but the second man interrupted him. Silence! Youre a bait, only; but you arent in our group.I was scared because I felt I was the topic of their con-versation and I wanted to run away, out of that forest.But, how? They could see me. We didnt take advantage when he walked in his pyja-mas, that night...- started the first man. He wanted to saysomething else, but, there was some noise, so they left. I decided to leave Marks Lake as soon as possible. Mylife was in danger because, if my premonition was right,they were planning to kill me. I wanted to sell all my pos-session... and a few days later, a customer appeared. I soldeverything. The price was very low, but I didnt have anychoice. Then I was twenty-nine years old. I decided to goto Sun Mountain. I planned to find my real parents. There I rented a house. Sun Mountain was a very lit-tle town and people knew each other. I made inquiries aboutmy parents, but I couldn’t find out anything. I knew nei-ther what their names were, nor if they were still alive. Nobody could predict that something would happen inSun Mountain that would start an avalanche of events...Namely, Jane Mervilson, sixty years old, disappeared duringthe night between Thursday and Friday when she came backfrom a visit to her daughter’s. Next day, in the early morn-ing, her body was found in the forest. She had hanged her-self. There was a Halloween mask on her face. Everybodythought it was suicide. 87. Stories... As I was coming back from her funeral, in front ofthe graveyard, I saw an old woman in a long ragged blackskirt. She was a beggar. I took pity on her and I gave her
  90. 90. some money. There was a man, too. He was selling masks. Hewanted to sell me one, but I wasn’t interested. That night I had a terrible dream. I dreamt of the maskseller. He tried to drown me in the lake. It was a terri-ble experience for me, because everything looked so real.Next day I didnt go out. I thought... But... then... the body of Erica, a beggar, was found inthe centre of Sun Mountain. It was chopped and, there wasa mask. Everybody was frightened because of that terribleevent. The police were everywhere. However, they found noth-ing. There was no evidence, except the mask. There werentany witnesses, either. I felt the killer was the mask seller... I thought itwas obvious. The police found and caught him, but a fewdays later, he was free to go, because the police didnt haveany evidence against him. During the next few months nobody went out by night.There was strange silence. I had the same dream again. I had a bad premonitiononce again because, if the killer was the mask seller, hecould kill each of us. But, he disappeared... I decided tofind him, but I couldnt without the help of the police.Unfortunately, the police didnt want to listen to me andthey thought it was stupid. Out of the blue, a rich stranger came to Sun Mountain.His name was George. He had good manners. He bought ahouse which was near mine and we became friends. He did-nt want to talk about his past. 88. Stories... I told him about those terrible murders. He agreed tohelp me find the mask seller. He paid some people and theyfound him. His name was Erwin. We wanted to follow him,
  91. 91. and if we had found something strange, we would have givenhim up to the police. A year later, we had found nothing.Erwin lived with George and he was supported by George.He thought that we wanted to help him and he was satis-fied. One night, I was awake till two oclock a.m., because Iwas writing some letters. When I had finished them, I wentout into the yard. I heard some steps. I hid myself, but Icould see my neighbour and friend - George. He was goingsomewhere and in his hand I saw a Halloween mask. I start-ed to panic. I asked myself where he had gone. Everythingwas strange. Why did he have that mask? I decided to fol-low him, but when we were near the forest I came back. Iwas scared to death. That night I didnt sleep. After breakfast, I visitedGeorge. I didnt ask him about the night, but he told me hehad slept like a baby. He planned to go to a nearby townafter lunch. I went back to my house. I was very tired, soI went to sleep. Somebody knocked at the door and I wokeup. I opened the door and I saw Erwin. He was in a panic.He told me that George had had an accident.Together, we visited the place of his accident. The car wasdestroyed. George was in hospital. His condition was criti-cal, but he could still talk. A lawyer was there and he waswriting Georges will. George left all his money and hispossession to Erwin. I was surprised. Later the investiga-tion revealed that the brakes of Georges car were broken.It was the cause of the accident. George died in hospital. 89. Stories... Living in Sun Mountain became really terrifying.First, Jane hanged herself, then Erica was killed and, inthe end, George had an accident. What would come next?
  92. 92. Nobody knew whether Jane had really hanged herself, orwhether it was murder. All deaths were somehow connected.There was always a mask. Who was the killer? Why? I started my own investigation. It lasted twenty threeyears. Yesterday, I found the last part of the puzzle, whichhas completely changed my life. This is what I have foundout up to now... George had lived in Sun Mountain before I got toknow him and he had left Sun Mountain ten years beforemy arrival. He had been poor, but he had been good at gam-bling and became rich. He had had a few plastic operations,so when I got to know him, his appearance was completelydifferent. Erica was his wife. When he heard about her death,he came back because he wanted revenge. George had alwaysloved Erica, but they got divorced and he left the town,because hed thought that Erica loved another man. Erwinwas their son! What is more, Erwin was my half brother. Itwas a shock for me. I was surprised when I discovered thatErica was my mother and George was my father, but Erwinwasnt Ericas son. Also, I found out that the deaths ofGeorge and Jane werent accidents. They were killed.Somebody hanged Jane and somebody broke the brakes ofGeorges car. So, this morning, I went to the doctors. I’ve foundout that I have a severe health problem. I suffer fromparasomnia, so Im a parasomnic. I walk when I sleep and 90. Stories...everything I do while walking, I forget till morning. Thismorning I was hypnotized and, then, I saw death ...of four people.
  93. 93. Dear stranger, now, when youre reading this letter,Im far away in a little town somewhere in Texas. Im thevictim... a victim of this damn life... On Saturday, I redec-orated my house and... in the cellar of the house I founda lot of masks. This morning, while I was hypnotized, I saw andunderstood everything. I broke the brakes of Georges car.I hanged Jane and I chopped her body.I understood why the people, I saw in the forest, talkedabout me wearing my pyjamas. That night I killed Alice.I wasnt conscious. I forgot all about it until morning. Ididnt want to do it. I dont know what to do. Suicide is really too milda punishment for me. I dont want to fall sleep...Stranger, please, call the police. I did it - Im the killer. Nobody’s Angelo ColungoBiljana Ristic2007/08 91. Stories...

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