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NARRATIVE: One Night at School

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One Night at School
Written by Ira Dmytrychenko, 11b

  There was a freezing winter evening outside. The whole school was shrouded in ringing silence. Only cats were wailing loudly. The stars were already twinkling in the sky, illuminating the dark streets. Caleb, the teacher in high school, was sitting in his tiny parlor. He was absolutely exhausted. An annoying clatter of hours hovered over him. “I’ve been here too long,” Caleb thought nervously. But so much work was ahead.

NARRATIVE: The Blade of Millenia

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The Blade of Millenia
Written by Valentin Matviets, 11b

  Kayn stood confidently in the shadow of the noxtoraa, surrounded by dead soldiers, and smiled at the irony. These triumphal arches of dark stone were raised to honor the strength of Noxus—to instill fear and to demand fealty from all who passed beneath them. Now this one was a tombstone, a monument to false strength and arrogance, and a symbol of the fallen warriors’ own fear turned against them.

NARRATIVE: Hello, Tokyo

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Hello, Tokyo
Written by Sofia Nedbay, 11b

  Have you ever been to Tokyo? I’ve been and you cannot imagine that the journey was much more interesting and exciting than the work there.

  The weather outside was gorgeous bright morning sunlight shone trough my bedroom window when I heard my flat mate Kristina hysterically yelling, “Oh gosh, look at the time!” We hurriedly packed our things and dashed to the train station. But that was only the beginning.

NARRATIVE: Halloween Night

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Halloween Night
Written by Maria Popovich, 11b

It was Halloween Night. Many children dressed up in fancy dress costumes and visited other homes in the neighborhood. At each house, they demanded sweets, snacks or a small gift. This is known as playing 'trick-or-treat'.

The company of teenagers, there were 5 of them - David, Jane, Kevin, John and Irma - decided to spend this holiday together in the old mysterious deserted house. They knew that this house was dangerous and scary, but they wanted to feel an adrenaline rush.

NARRATIVE: Was It a Dream?

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Опубліковано: Четвер, 26 жовтня 2017, 19:11

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Was It a Dream?
Written by J. Kolchik, 11b

  “It's time to go to bed”, Jessie said to herself and, yawning, headed for to the bed. She looked confident, although she was trembling, after watching a horror film a moment ago. “Who could watch a horror film alone?”, you’ll ask. Well, Jessica could. She assured herself that horror stories were fiction. Strolling along the huge study, she noticed a shadow of a headless person in the mirror in the corridor. She immediately closed her eyes with her hands and peered through her fingers again. Nothing. She hurriedly turned on the light hurriedly in the whole apartment.

NARRATIVE: Favourite Creature

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My Favourite Creature in the World
Written by Julia Tsvetkova, 11B

  “Oh, my God! What is this?” wondered my father gazing at the kitten. My mother and I were woken up by this exclamation.

  The night before my mother and I were returning home from our friend’s wedding. My brother had stayed at my grandparents because he was little and he would interrupt. My father had not come with us because of his work. He should be at home the next morning. That’s why my mother and I had been the only representatives of our familly. So, it was brilliant night, the leaves on the trees calmly rustled and it was neither cold nor hot. Perfect weather for a stroll! There were no cars, which usually hoot in congestion and make you feel annoyed. Only occasionally cars with twinkling headlights drove by breaking this harmony. We were in two quarters from our house, when I noticed a miniature kitten. It was so beautiful that I could not pass this fantastic creature. It looked at me and I understood that I must take this charm to our home. Besides, this animal was very tender and intelligent. It began to grumble and rub against my legs and my mother’s legs. I still could not grasp why Mom let me pick up this kitten, because my parents had been worried about new repair in new apartement and they had been against animals in flat. All in all, that night was a night of wonders, as I eventually took this kitten home.

NARRATIVE: Hell

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Hell
Written by Maria Kostenko, 11b

There was no pearly gate… The only reason I knew I was in a cave was because I had just passed the entrance. The rock wall rose behind me with no ceiling in sight. I knew this was it, this was what one could read in horrible stories, that people feared... I had just entered the gate to hell.
I felt the presence of the cave as if it was a living, breathing creature. The terrible stink of rotten flesh overflowed me. I peered into the gloom and noticed chicken’s carcass and dirty feathers around it. Then I heard the threatening voice, it came from inside and all around.
"Welcome"
"Who are you?", I muttered timidly, trying to keep my composure.
"Do you know who am I?", the thing answered frantically.

NARRATIVE: Disney Princess

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Disney Princess
Written by Daniil Kardashev, 11b

  Have you ever wished to have totally unforgettable holidays? I certainly had until my birthday in April. Bright morning sunlight shone through the window by my bed when I woke up. I was lying there for a few minutes. Then I recalled about my birthday. I immediately jumped out of the bed and yelled, “MY GIFTS!!!” I noticed, that my parents were extremely hilarious. I understood that it looked like they were up to something and since that time I was peeping for their movements. Long tiring hours had passed before my parents came up to me and told, “We know that you absolutely fond of Disney’s films and cartoons, so we decided to visit Disneyland in Paris at this weekend. What do you think about it?” I gazed at them and began to smile feeling totally fascinated. The gift that has had the most resonance for me and all my birthday parties was my trip to that land of magical castles, princesses in cotton candy frills, and electric-light parades!!!