E-writing assignment 4

Wondering about wondering about wondering.

Sometimes I wonder why I am longer than other people.
I wonder if short people sitting next to you on the bus can see your upper teeth when you yawn.
I wonder what it feels like not being able to reach things on the top shelf even if you stand on your tippy toes.
Sometimes I wonder why I am a cynic while other people are not.
I wonder how it feels like always seeing the possibilities before seeing the obstacles.
I wonder if positive people always are happy or just seem to be.
Sometimes I wonder why I was not born with the ability to do the splits without stretching like a maniac.
I wonder how it feels like tipping over while sitting in the splits and being able to have your stomach touch the floor.
I wonder if their muscle hurt in the insane way mine do when they stretch.
Sometimes I wonder why my parents do not seem as composed as other peoples.
I wonder why they seem to not listen when I tell them important things.
I wonder if they have kept old grudges between them without even thinking about it.
Sometimes I wonder why I have an ability to easily pick up foreign languages when other people do not.
I wonder how it feels like not to understand any language or any word or any sound being made by another human being.
I wonder how it feels like only having to rely on your body language.
Sometimes I wonder why I seem to wonder about so many things while other people do not.
I wonder why my brain just goes on and on even if I sincerely just would want it to stop.
I wonder if my head his heavier than others from the weight of all my thoughts.
Sometimes I wonder without knowing what I am wondering about.
Sometimes I wonder why I am even wondering.
Sometimes I just wonder.

E-writing assignment 3

1. Nonnet

Felix
Once upon a time I had a cat
That cat was really very fat
He could not speak, he was mute
But his small paws were cute
He only ate mice
And sometimes rice
Then he died
And I –
Cried

2. Own choice

The body of dance
Boundless exploration, a world of infinity
The pulse, steady
The rhythm, inventive
But the movement, fleeting
Boundless exploration, impossible to capture
The possibility, striking
The moment, breathtaking
But the before, oblivious
Boundless exploration, the flesh only there for a split second
But the experience, divine

3. Limerick

Hat-less Anne
The hat-less little girl was called Anne
Her new cap was blown off by a fan
Now she was sour faced
Cap flew off, hasty paced
A slim chance catching it but she ran


That's all folks!
Malin

E-writing assignment 2

DIALOGUES:

1. b) A childlike creature dressed in muddy rags is rudely awakened from her sleep by what appears to be an inquisitive leprechaun prodding her with an oak twig.

-Excuse me, wake up little friend. Why are you laying here? It’s all wet and cold in the woods, why are you laying here? You could get sick, this is no place for a little creature like you to sleep, why are you laying here? This rotten tree is no shelter in the night, why are you laying here?
- Go away, leave me alone!
-No, you should not be laying here, why are you laying here?
-Stop poking me with that oak twig, it hurts. Go away!
-I’ll stop poking you, I was just trying to wake you up, I’m sorry. I will not go away until you answer me little friend, why are you laying here?
-I just want to sleep, I don’t want to tell an old leprechaun about why I’m sleeping here.
-Then I’ll stand here poking you with my stick and keep on asking my question until you find it better to answer this old leprechauns question than lying there. Why are you laying here?
-I really just wanted you to leave me alone, you don’t know what I might cause telling you why I’m laying here but since you are incredibly stubborn I’ll have to tell you, come closer so they don’t hear us!
-Who are they? It’s very late, are you sure they’re up?
-I’m sure, they’re always watching. One day I was walking through the woods to find some food. They were watching me and just when I was about to grab some lingonberries I fell through the ground into their nest.
-Who are they? And what has this got to do with you laying here?
-You see, they’re the keepers of these woods, they can see everything happening here and they can cast spells over almost every creature passing through. That’s what happened to me.
-I’ve been living here for as long as I can remember and have never gotten in touch with these, "keepers" you call them? Are you making this up as you go along? What are these spells you are talking about?
-Leprechauns are immune to their spells, you have lived here longer than them and are the only ones who can fight them but since they are invisible your kind has never seen them. I’m not making this up! There is only one way to fight them and break the spells they have cast, to break the spells keeping innocent creatures like me stuck in the woods.
-What is the solution to this madness going on in my homewoods? Now that I know about it maybe I could gather my kind and fight the keepers!
-You have to find them, they’re only seen on the longest day of the year and they are very small, and you have to poke them with your oak twigs, it is the only way out!


2. Scenario: Three teenage girls are in a shop looking for something to wear for a party in the evening when suddenly two of them, Leia and Reia, grab the same dress and both of them refuse to let it go. The third girl, Veia, tries to settle the dispute.
Reia: You always try to take whatever is mine, let go of the damn dress, I saw it first!
Leia: (Aggressively) Seriously? Seriously?! I always take your stuff? What about that cute guy Rick two weeks ago or that purse we both wanted last week? What about them?
Reia: (Superiorly) I can’t help that Rick thought I was prettier than you and wanted to hang out with me instead and that purse wasn’t that fine anyway! Besides this isn’t about them, this is about the dress, let it go!
Veia: (Concerned) Girls, maybe we could draw lots or something? We were supposed to have a nice time together, not fight over some dress.
Reia & Leia: (In chorus) Seriously? Seriously?! Draw lots? I don’t think so!
Veia: (Mumbling) Good that you agree on at least one thing.
Leia: (Irritated) Excuse me, what are you saying Veia? Do you have more excellent ideas?!
Reia: (Getting louder) Stop talking to her and let go of the dress before anyone gets hurt!
Leia: Before anyone gets hurt?! If someone is getting hurt around here it’s going to be you!
Reia: (Laughing) That’s what you think, huh?
Veia: (Embarrassed and stressed) Could we just go now? Everybody’s starring?
Leia: (With no shame) You can go, I’m not leaving until I have this dress in a pink little bag around my wrist!
Reia: Stop being so rude to her!
Leia: (Laughing) Oh that came from the right person.
Reia: (Indifferent) Whatever. Simply give me the dress and we can get out of here.
Veia: (Walking away) Enough! I’m leaving now, don’t bother calling me tonight, I’ll go to the party with someone else, wearing something old since you two can’t get along long enough to find me an outfit. Have a nice life!
Leia: No, stop, Veia. We can leave as soon as I’ve payed for the dress. (To Reia) For real, if you don’t let go of the dress now I’ll never talk to you ever again!
Reia: Like I care, who says I won’t do the same to you if you don’t let it go?!
Leia: (Desperately) Our best friend is walking away, we need to stop fighting about this dress and run after her, don’t you get that?
Reia: Yes I do and the solution is easy; let go of the dress!
Leia: (Even more desperately) For ones I want to be the one getting the goods. My shoes! They are almost totally new, I’ll give them to you if you just let go of the freaking dress!
Reia: (Letting go of the dress with a satisfied smirk) Okay, fine! (Quietly) I always get something I want in the end.


3.
- You’re not real, this is unreal! This isn’t happening!
- No maybe I’m not real anymore but I’m here aren’t I?
- You can’t be here, this is just wrong. This isn’t happening…
- Don’t walk away, I’m here. I need to talk to you! I can’t leave before I’ve talked to you.
- This isn’t real! This isn’t real. This isn’t real…
- It has to be some kind of real since we are both here talking to each other. I need to talk to you before I go, as I said I can’t leave before I’ve talked to you. I need to say some things before I go.
- Oh my god, I’m not normal, you can’t be here. This is crazy!
- How many times do I have to make clear that I am here? You have to listen to me!
- Okay? Okay. This is crazy and unreal but if I listen to you now, then you can leave? How do you mean leave?
- Leave in the way you should leave in my condition, as you’re repeating: it’s unreal and I shouldn’t be here. I feel that and I want to leave but I have to tell you some things before I go! I’m scared but I need you to know some things before I leave.
- You already left, I held you when you did. This is out of this world, literally out of this world. I love you, but this is too much for me to handle.
- I know, and I love you too, and this is exactly what I need to tell you before I go. I know that I yelled at you that morning but I’m not angry, I need you to know that I’m not angry. I don’t want all that yelling to be our last conversation, I love you! This I want you to hear before I go.
- I don’t want you to leave, we were supposed to spend the rest of our days together! I have a bunch of days left. You weren’t supposed to leave yet!
-I don’t want to leave either but I guess this is my destiny, maybe we were supposed to crash the car and maybe I’m supposed to go. We have to try seeing this like it was meant to be, I want you to have the best life you can possibly have even if I’m not there. I know that I will always have a place in your heart but I want you to be able to make space for new people. I always have and I always will love you but you will have to try to go on without me. You are the kindest and most loving person I’ve met, don’t ever forget that. Good bye Michael, take care of you and the house. Don’t keep my things for too long, they will not make you happier. I love you…
-Don’t go, please! Laura? Laura…


That's that, hope you're having a good time in the summer sun!
Malin

E-writing assignment 1

No title for now, I will try to come up with something, I need a little more time though.

Nervous as hell, I knocked on the door. My hands were shaking, my palms were sweaty and my heart was about to jump out of my chest. How was she going to react on what I was about to tell her? It felt like I had been standing here for a lifetime when in reality about half a minute had passed by which I realized when I checked my watch for the second time since I climbed the stairs to the entrance of the big brick house. I knocked on the door ones more but actually I did not really want someone to answer it, if the door was opened I had to bring a subject up which usually was not well received. I had always thought the Maverick’s garden felt so serene with the big oak trees and the beautiful irises in the flower beds alongside the house but today that feeling was long gone. Now I heard steps coming toward me and I was reminded of my sweaty palms and my heart beating hard. The door slid open and there she stood the person who meant everything to me that might not want to have anything to do with me after this day.

Opening the door I saw Alex standing there looking very uneasy, this was probably the first time I saw anxiety in his kind, blue eyes. He always had a smile on his boyish face and it always matched his golden, tousled hair so well. This was not the case seeing him today though, he even felt small to me despite him being about twice as big as me. He was my best friend and seeing him like this, his face all white and his hands shaking, made me worried. I knew he had to tell me something he did not want to because he was tapping his right foot as I had seen him do so many times growing up when we had done something bad and had to tell our parents. My nerves were starting to build up in the same speed I saw Alex’s anxiety increase so in an unusually small amount of words I told him to come up to my room.

I climbed the stairs with Elyse as we headed toward her room, her parents were not at home and I was glad not having to face more people than I had to looking like this. I had passed the hallway mirror and seen that my appearance matched how I felt inside. Elyse had been using very few words since she opened the door which was not at all like her, I guess she understood something was wrong. Well in her room I sat down on the chair by her desk as she walked up to the window to close it. She usually looked as serene as her garden but know she was tangling her brown hair with her fingers as she always did when she was nervous. After a few seconds she turned around and starred at me with her green eyes. She wanted me to tell her what was up but I could not seem to get the words out of my mouth.

I stood by the window looking at Alex, waiting for him to drop the bomb on me. I knew this was not just him having had a fight with his parents or crushed the neighbors’ window with his basketball. He usually told me everything and therefore this had to be something special and that scared me. I could not ask him either because my usually extremely good vocabulary had totally run out with the tension between us, therefore I stood there with my eyes stuck in his waiting for him to break the silence.

Time flew by as Elyse pierced me with her eyes and I could not look away even if I wanted to, I had to tell her. So I did. I told her how three years ago I had told her mother that Elyse did not need her or her drinking problem in her life. That was the day before Elyse’s mother had taken her life and Elyse never got to see her again since her body was smashed. I told her how I had not thought about me saying this to her mother until yesterday when we had been talking about memories from when her mother was still alive. I saw Elyse’s eyes getting bigger and bigger and how her whole body got stiff, then she just ran out of the room, down the stairs and out the door and she did not look back, she just kept on running. I followed her and even though I was taller than her I also weighed a lot more so I could not keep up with her. I was pleading her to stop but she did not even seem to hear me.

I could not believe this, it had been my fault all along so I ran and I ran, I knew exactly where I was going. I knew that it was my fault. It was my fault that my mother took her life. It was me who could not live with the fact that she only was sober a few hours in the morning and how I could not hide feeling scared of her. I knew that it was the way I looked at her and the way I made sure she knew how I felt about her drinking that made her do it. It was not far now, I was almost there.

Now I understood where Elyse was heading and I started to panic, many times had I found her standing on the cliff, looking down at the valley where the police had taken care of whatever remained of her mother’s body. Now Elyse was standing on that exact same cliff and I yelled at her to come back but she still did not listen, I knew I could not run fast enough to make it in time. And then she jumped.

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