Creative Challenge

We were divided into two teams, having to create a challenge that would take no more than 30 minutes to solve. And we had to solve BOTH our own challenge and the one given by the other team.  Our challenge and the result were:

Write new lyrics to the melody of "Twinkle, twinkle little star" with a horror theme. The lyrics MUST contain the words cuddly, pink and precious AND the character Hitler, but you may NOT use the words dark/black, evil or blood.

Our new lyrics:

"On a pink eve-ning I saw
little precious Hitler thaw
up the pieces of his wife
then he used his little knife
and my stomach went all bubbly
when he started look all cuddly"

The challenge given by the other team was as follows:

Something happens by the road in the middle of the night. You may not use the same words twice, except for he, she, it, and, or etc. The text can not contain any feelings/emotions of any kind. The rest is up to you.

And this is our result, performed like a safety briefing in a plane:

"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to deadly AlpTours nightly adventures. For legal purpose you will now be showed an emergency instructional video.

Familiarize yourself with the exits, situated in the front, the back and the middle of the vehicle.

* If you are puking, do so in the toilet for the convenience of all travelers.

* If the bus slips over the edge and tumbles down the mountain side multiple times, please remain seated and keep your seatbelt on.

*If surviving the crash, make sure to feed the most injured passengers to the waiting wolves, assuring they will not chase you as you run.

*If you can´t move - PRAY!

We hope you´ll have a nice trip and thank you for travelling with us!"

Poetry Slam 3 - I have only one question for you

I only have one question for you.

WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!?

What in Heavens name went through your mind, doing that to me?

Don´t you realize the affect your actions had upon me, rendering me completely defensless?

Maybe you thought you were entitled to do that, but it can never be taken back.
Because I´m forever altered, living in the aftermath.

Can´t you see me?
The way I shiver when I see you
My body quaking when remembering the impact of your touch.

I fear I will lose it completely.
And it´s YOUR fault, treating me like that.

What the HELL where you thinking????

Well, I only wanna say one more thing to you now...



PLEASE...kiss me again!!!

Poetry Slam 2 - Borrowed time

I´m living on borrowed time
I know it to be true
And when that time has ended
There´s something I have to do
Because like all loans this have
An interest needed to be paid
In order to settle my debt
The only currency excepted here
Is fulfilled dreams
Proof that I have really lived

Poetry Slam 1 - Beauty

What is beauty?
Can anyone say for sure?
It´s easy to find it in
the petal of a struggling flower
or in a colorful setting sun
but it takes more courage
to find beauty in hard words
and a loaded gun.
But even what seems dark
and twisted
can hold a grain of light
making it beautiful
all its sorrow and pain despite.

E-assignment 4 - free choice

There are no locked doors


I guess I was no older than six at the time and the first apples of autumn had just fallen to the soft and damp ground. Outside the rain was hanging in the air, like it was waiting for something to give it permission to fall and enter the soil below. I stood there, under the apple tree, and looked at one of the apples, watching how a drop of water slowly ran along the crimson red surface, parting the crystal of last night’s frost on its way. Down my cheeks tears were flowing, only to turn to ice at my chin. It was cold outside, but I didn´t notice, all I noticed was the cold fire burning inside me, summoned by this morning passed events.

My bare feet had gently crossed the dark carpet, a carpet that used to be soft as new snow but now shattered glass filled its soft fluff, making it hard like hate. I was breathing soundlessly, while my eyes watchfully glanced over the now dead silent room. I wasn´t quite sure what had passed, only that I´d woken when I heard loud and angry voices crossing the fibers of the thin door from the hallway outside my room. Loud voices mixed with the sound of glass being shattered when meeting hard walls and the softer sound of shards raining down into the wall-to-wall carpet.

Hard walls and hard words.

After a few terrifying minutes filled with the very sounds of horror, the white door opened and my mother entered. Without a sound she lay beside me and kissed my forehead. I could clearly see her tears glittering in the faint light from the street light and not even the cover of darkness could conceal the redness on her cheek. I knew that the only thing we could do now was to lay there and wait. Wait and hope that the worst part had passed and the door would not open once again, letting another person in. Silently we lay there, holding each other, listening to our breaths bouncing between the walls, bouncing through the silence. Then the darkness within grew thicker, spreading in the room around our shivering bodies. Many minutes passed while laying there, trying to comfort each other with our warmth. To the sound of my mother’s breath I finally managed to fall asleep, only to wake again shortly after. My mother’s breath now was calmer and her teary eyes shut. I stayed really quite beside her sleeping figure, hearing our hearts unite in a common rhythm, a rhythm that held the promise of love and tenderness, that held the dream of a safe life. I held on to that moment, held it in my thoughts like a newborn butterfly, when I suddenly hear my father´s car leaving the driveway. Gently I left the safe arms of my mother and entered the hallway, closing the door behind me. I crossed the carpet, carefully so that I would not step on the glass covering it, and I reached the stairs. Without a sound I left the house and walked barefoot out into the garden.

The morning was so beautiful with the morning dew still lingering in the air and the red autumn apples that just had fallen to the soft ground seemed to be filled with such a will to live, to hang on to this world yet some time. I looked at them with my teary child eyes and I prayed to God that I too could be an apple on the big tree of life and that I could be granted the time to ripe. To ripe in piece, safe under the crown of the tree, without being torn and destroyed by big, black birds before my time to fall has come.

e-assignment 3 part 1 - I choose haiku

Falling, free falling
Birds fly high over head
Crying you are dead

New born angel

This blackest among black days I lost my muse
she became another victim of domestic abuse.
finally she couldn´t stand
another hard touch from his cold hand.
´cause playing with other people´s lives
is like making them walk on red-heated knives.
So therefore, when I call your name in vain
all that greets me is even more merciless pain.
´cause all that lingers in the silence
is the memory of meaningless violence.
I might be standing here and cry,
but I know now you´re flying high.

e-assignment 3 part 3 - writing a limerick

I´ve reached the place called Hell
I guessed by the awful smell
Now what will I do
Glancing one, glancing two
It´s nothing for me I can tell

E-assignment 3 part 2 - free choice poem

Life singing off key

So many years have passed since I first learned your name

And since that moment my life´s not been the same

You took me on a trip showing things I never knew

And I felt like I was flying every seconds I was with you.

But now I look into your eyes and see a man I never knew

And can´t help but thinking that your eyes aren´t even blue

My heart and soul is filled with sorrow

So if you need some you´re more than welcome to borrow

´cause tears might soften minds that are pained

By the memory of a love that was stained

Alone with my demons the chill cuts through my bone

Evil´s laughing hard at me from it´s dark and twisted throne.

The pain is here to stay

My core forever altered

But I try to block the things you say

It´s because of you I´ve faltered

Now I´m sitting on my bed

My body violently shaking with fear

Slowly bowing my head

Waiting for my soul to disappear.

In vain my heart keeps on beating,

trying to find a salvation

For a soul I´m not sure is worth saving.

The dark might be my true and final destination

It calls to me whispering it is waiting

It seems to me I´ve been sold

So I bow my head and do as I´m told

Because if you’re right

Then I´m clearly not worth the fight

e-assignment 2 part 3

Part 3)


E- “Charlie!! Control yourself!”

C-“Edward...I...”

E-“I know you don’t want anything bad to happen, but you can’t hide your thoughts and desires from me to read and therefore I know what you want in your heart. And Jane and I don’t think that Sarah’s ready for that, she’s too young. I also know how hard it is to control ones needs when you feel that strong about someone and you are still so young yourself. It’s just too easy to let things go to far, even by mistake.”

C- “Edward, what I wish to do, and what I do, are two very different things. I know right now you must feel as if you wish to yell at me, or throw me through a window or something.”

E- (murmurs) “It’s tempting…”

C-“I don’t know what I would find if I went into your head right now, yet by being nothing but civil with me, you exercise none of it. Still… I understand, I think…your caution towards me. Your reason to not leave something like that particularly to chance, or to my tenacity… The last thing I want is for Sarah to be compromised like that…or in any other way. Perhaps…maybe it’s my pride. Cause I thought, if you could control yourself…then why can’t I do the same?”

E-“You know that’s not the same thing, Charlie!”

J-“How dare you? When was there ever a time when I or Edward have risked Sarah like this? Tell me!! And the problem is that you are taking things too far with Sarah! Planning this…this…thing.”

C-“Call it what you like, Jane McAndrew! We both know it wouldn’t matter if she was 19, it all boils down to you not being ready to see Ness growing up!!”

E-“ Enough!! I’ve had it with your attitude! You REALLY don’t understand us? Sarah IS growing up to fast! You’re just fooled by the way she looks, but in actual age she’s just a kid, our little daughter and she’s not ready for this. No matter what she thinks she feel about you...”

(glares at Charlie)

E-“I can’t believe that you for a second think that we’re going to tolerate this kind of behaviour from you. The way you disrespect our wishes as Sarah’s parents. I know you don’t want anything bad to happen to her, but...” (sighs) “What if it were your daughter? You’re supposed to be more mature than this…this childlike…Oh, take some responsibility for your actions! ”

C- “Why do I have to suffer for passed differences….??? Or am I just not good enough? Is that it??”

E- “Charlie, you need to leave…NOW! You are no longer welcome here.” (closes eye taking a deep breath before opening them again) “Charlie, please…just leave! My family needs some time to think… understand??”

J-“Please Charlie, just leave…”

C-“Ok, I’ll go! But don’t you for a second think that this matter is settled in any way!” (murmurs while leaving) “I’ll find a way…”

e-assignment 2 part 2

Part 2)


There’s no one around me as I stand by the window in a small cottage room, watching the last light of day die behind the green trees. I’m finally home again. Suddenly I hear a sound that almost breaks my heart.

-“Jake?” (hesitating) “Jake? JAKE!!!!! You’re back!!! I’ve …missed you…so…much…” (kissing me) ” Where HAVE you been?? (lecturing) That trip wasn’t supposed to last more than a week…I’ve been so worried! And you look like you’ve been visiting Hell itself...”

-“I love you.” (swallows) “I need you so much.”

-“Oh, Jake. I love you so much too…”

- “I love you more than my life, Sophie. I…” (hesitates, pulling back)

- (sighing) “I still can’t trust that you are home.” (frustrated) It was driving me crazy, not hearing your voice, just getting text messages.”

(pause)

-“Jake?” (softer) What is it, honey? I can see that you’re haunted by something. Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

-“I…”

She sighs, relieved that I finally respond in some way.

-“Please, Jake… I can’t take seeing you this way.”

-“I don’t know where to begin. I…”

-“Did something bad happen?”(worried)

-“Yes.” (whispering with broken voice) “Do you know what Pete’s line of work is?”

- (hesitating) “No…”

-“Well, he’s not only a mechanic, he also tell people whatever’s most painful to them and make sure they understand it will be the absolute truth if they don’t do as told.”

- (gasping) Did he do that to you?” (chocked) “Why would he..?”

-“He wanted me to be more motivated to do his bids. He’s deceived us all.” (hollow) “He wants me to work for him and together they tried to use you and Jess, to get to me.”

-“Jess? Why? (frightened)

-“Pete’s the one sending the text messages to you, not me. I’ve been….” (hesitating)

-“I was locked up back in the garage, with Kip and Steve guarding me, assuring my safe keeping.”

-“And they...” (Sophie swallows loudly) “…did they hurt you?”

I cringe at the memory.

-“Baby, you’re safe now. They can’t hurt you anymore.” (Calm, comforting)

-“They will try. And what I did….” (words failing)

-“What did you do? (concerned) I know you and you can’t have done anything that bad.”

- (bitterness) “If you knew….”

-“So tell me.”

- (sighing) “They told me what was to be expected if I didn’t collaborated. I tried to warn you too…” (pause)

-“I was in the cell for many days, how many I don’t know, with almost no food or water. The thirst was driving me mad, just as they figured it would. They were trying to break me down.” (humourless laughing)

-“What happened?” (whispering)

-“There was this girl. A little girl, Sophie.” (tensing) “They made a statement out of her. Steve cut her in the arm, a cut for every grand her father owed Pete, making clear that they would do something like that to Jess if I refused to help them.” (wincing) “To our daughter, Soph... And she was right in front of me, all covered in blood, screaming. And Pete made her beg me to kill her.“ (groaning) “She was just a girl, Sophie, younger than Jess. And she was so afraid.”

- “I…can’t imagine the pain it must have caused you…I’m sorry, Jake.

-“Don’t feel sorry for me. I don’t deserve that. (spitting the words out) ”You don’t know what happened.”

- (softly) “What did you do?”

- “I killed her.” (turn away, disgusted) I took the knife from Steve and cut her throat as I knew that she would suffer even more if I didn’t.”

- “I… I’m trying to find the right thing to say.”

- “You don’t have to say anything at all. I know what I did, what I became.”

- (Comforting)”Jake, look at me. You killed her, but just to save her from even more pain. It wasn’t your fault. That doesn’t mean that you’re bad in any way.

-“It does. I killed her and that makes me a monster. I might just as well have fed on her blood, right there in front of them.” (closes eyes) “I know what I am now. So you don’t have to pretend, to be brave any more, just stop, before you tear me all apart.”

- “Jake. Look at me.” (aggressively) “I said, look at me.”

I open my eyes and look at her.

_”I know the real you and you’re NOT a bad man, in ANY way.” We will fix this, together.” (firm) “I will NOT let you bear this alone, you hear?”

(Kisses me again)

-“I love you. No matter what, I love ALL of you.”

E-assignment 2 part 1

Part 1) You're waiting at a bus stop in your home town. A well-mannered and well-spoken male tourist stops by and asks you for directions to places he says he's been told to visit during his stay. You offer to help him, but as the conversation continues you find yourself overwhelmed by a growing sense of unease.


-Excuse me, miss. ( a pleasant voice behind me) Excuse me.

-Yes? (I turn around to see a well-dressed man smiling at me) Can I help you with something, sir?

- I am truly sorry for disturbing you like this. (apologizing)

-Oh, don´t worry, it´s no problem.

-I´m just visiting this sweet, romantic little town for a few days and a friend of mine recommended a couple of great places to visit during my stay. But I can´t seem to find them, despite my map. (holds up a small, worn map)

-May I? (I hold out my hand)

-Of course.

-Let´s see… (one glance on the map) Oh, I´m sorry but you must have gotten the wrong map, sir.

-No, have I? (worried) Are you sure?

-Well. See here… (points at the map) These markings only shows abandoned houses and empty fields. There´s nothing there to see anymore.

- Yes, yes that´s right. (his eyes starts to glisten) That´s the places I´m looking for.

-Well... even if there once was something beautiful there, it´s long gone by now.

-(murmurs) I´m sure there´s something to see there…(looks at me) This map marks the sites where notorious cruel crimes were committed. (smiles) Have you been there yourself?

- Eh…or, I haven´t, sir. (hesitating) I don’t quite like the idea of seeing crime scenes (apologizing a bit) But I´m sure many people find it interesting.

- Oh, you´d be surprised, young lady, if you knew. (he narrows his eyes) Have you really never been at one of these places? (taps with fingers on map) Or been curious about what happened there? Surely you must have?

- I´m sorry, sir but I really haven´t. (starting to get impatient)

(He takes a step closer, lowering head, widening eyes)

-Then you MUST see one of these with your own eyes. (low, intense voice) You see, when you stand there, on the very ground where a murder once took place, you can still feel the presence of pure evil lingering. It´s like you can hear the screams echoing and the taste of blood flavoring the air…

-Sir? (a bit disgusted) Sir? I really have to go… (I take a step back)

-It´s amazing! (he grabs my arm) If you only could…you must…

(I yank my arm free and takes a few steps back)

-I´m….I´m sorry, sir but I can´t help you…I have to go! (walks backwards, eyes fixed on the man)

-No! Please come with me! I´ll show you how great it can be… (he takes a step forward stretching out his arm for me) You´ll never forget at thing like that, ever. I promise!

(I turn around and run)

e-assignment 1 - story-telling

Free Falling

Nervous as hell, I knocked on the door. I heard the wood echoing under my fingers. What was to be expected when I entered the room on the other side of the thick, wooden door? I looked at the door in front of me. It could just as well been the entrance to the Federal Reserve´s vault, to a place where the most precious gems were kept. And in a way it was. As I stood there in the hallway, waiting for something to happen, my heart pounded like the heart of a racehorse. What if there never was an answer, what then? I couldn´t imagine anything worse and the bare thought of it made me dizzy.
    Then it came. A faint “come in” floated through the wood and I swallowed hard.


Then I entered the room.


The room was an image of tranquillity when I entered it. The sun beginning to set and the golden summer rays casting a warm, pink glow over the scenery. I felt a chill in my body, a chill that had nothing to do with temperature. And there, by the window she was. Her hair aglow in the evening sun, so her face as she looked at me.
“John!” she almost shouted. “You’re back!” She gave me a warm hug and I inhaled the soft smell from her strawberry shampoo.
“Yes.” My voice was a bit harsh. I cleared my throat. “Sarah, there’s something I have to tell you.”
She looked me straight in the eyes, her irises the colour of a clear summer sky. “Yes?”
God, how could I ever find the courage to say the words that’s been haunting me? I knew I was about to collapse so I closed my eyes and swallowed hard. Then slowly I opened them again. I knew the need of telling her about what it was, to have the truth out in the open, to get it over with, was much stronger than my own fear.

“When I was away it seemed like the world was less colourful. “ I stumbled over the words and I forced myself to take it slow. “All the colours seemed to fade when you weren’t around me and I just realized that..... that I love you. It was like I couldn’t function when you were gone, like I was in need of air but my lungs just wouldn’t breathe in your absence.“
Her eyes widened as I spoke, but I didn’t know if it was caused by happiness or by shear horror by my statement. Her mouth popped open but there was no sound.
“I love you.” I whispered into her hair and then I took my chance and kissed her, harder than I’ve ever kissed anyone before. After a few seconds of bliss I let her go, ready to face the consequences.

She stared into my eyes, full disclosure, and then she swallowed and looked away, hiding from my gaze, taking a few steps back from me, trying to compose herself from the shock. The sound that reached me next, was one of the most beautiful sounds in the world. A sound that would mend a broken heart or tormented mind in just a fraction of a second. It was a sound that rocked my whole existence .
   It was like a waterfall, rippling through a rainforest, a wind-chime, the voice of an angel. It was the sound of laughter, coming from the angel standing opposite me in the room. I looked at her, my mind a chaos tornado. What did this mean?

“Oh, John.” She smiled at me. “Do you know how hard I’ve tried not to fall for you, thinking you’d never want me?”
   Was I dreaming? A dream created to inflict as mush pains as possible when I woke up from it, realizing that I’m in fact locked up in my personal hell of miserable love again.?
“Yo-ou..” I stutter. “You could fall for me?” I look into her radiant eyes.
“I’m ready to fall for you everyday, forever.” She grinned.

And then she jumped.



Lovisa Wallin 2010

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This is going to my own little writing corner in the big world. And you´re welcome to read and comment on my stories...=D

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