Strange Meeting by Mari

Years have passed
I have seen you on screen
and in the spotlight
But never again like the day we met
Never so fragile and uncertain
Never so unfamiliar and humble
I didn’t know you then
And you don’t know me yet

When I think of it
our meeting was kind of illusory
and in my mind it's like we never met at all
My skin knows
The brand is nowhere to be seen, but it’s there
deep beneath the surface
The mark tells the story
of a strawberry dish in a foreign city
A night where music needed no instrument.

(In response to Wilfred Owen's "Strange Meeting".)

The Black Alley by Tommy

The Black Alley by Tommy

The black alley came towards me
I felt the hesitation in my feet
Why?
Was there something to be afraid of?
The dark, the water dripping everywhere,
The scream, and the stealthy steps coming closer and closer.
Was I the hunted one?
My feet started moving, towards the end of it.
I could see the light now, the end of the tunnel, where I would become free.
Where I could reach the light.
Touch it
Feel it.
But the steps behind me,
Closer and closer
I could feel the breath on my neck
And then the lights were gone
Gone forever
The switch had been turned off.

The Happy Naked Guy by Tommy

He comes home with a smile on his face
No clothes, shoes, or even a shoelace
Steps into the hall
Thinks he is doomed to fall
But there is no one there, not a sound, not a hint
Nor a trace of grace

Now what’s the case,
Why the smile on his face?
He steps farther in the house
Still not even the sound of a mouse
Is he all alone?
No one to embrace

He remembers now, there was a race
Definitely a rapid pace
But everything else is gone
It is like he is all alone

He can feel it, he is in a daze
Nothing important
Still
Just the smile on his face
All he wants to see is someone kind
So he can get something else on his mind
But no
He is all alone

What Terrifies Me Most by André

I am terrified of wasps. They give me the creeps. To me they symbolize terror. I mean, those creatures are the nearest any of us in Norway will get to terrorists. I choose to call wasps terrorists because they possess an ability dear to terrorists and extremists. That is of course their liking for killing themselves while hurting others. They are basically like suicide bombers. Wasps are also very annoying. All the buzzing and humming. Now that is a terrifying quality. Whenever I hear the very annoying buzzing I jump in my seat and run out of the room. If I could rid the world of wasps I would do it in a heartbeat.

(In response to Harry Potter activities.)

All the Young People by Vegar

All the young people went away. He felt them leaving. He knew he would never see them again, all those familiar faces, gone forever.
He was an old man, yet he was only 22. Where were the young people going? Away to a distant place where he would never be able to reach them. These other people, the ones that were talking to him. He saw their lips move, but couldn’t hear what they were saying.
He knew they were trying to communicate with him, but he felt himself slipping further away.
And just before his mind left him, he recognized the faces of his own youth. His own faces.
And they were walking away from him.

The First Meeting by Øyvind

I sat there on bench waiting for someone to come. I had never met this person before; I only talked to her on the internet. I sat there thinking what on earth am I doing here; what should I say or do when this strange unfamiliar person comes?

The minutes pass like seconds; I look at my watch. It is almost 3 o’clock, and she should be here any minute now. I stare at side doors, knowing she would come through those doors and start looking for me.

I waited for about five minutes; then I reached for the cell phone in my bag. As I bent down I suddenly felt a strange feeling; there was a cold breeze creeping up my back. My heart started to beat so intensely like a prisoner in a prison banging on the cell walls, just wanting to get out.

I felt her presence, she was coming closer and closer, I didn’t know if I should turn and face her or just run away. I finally decided to turn and look at her, she captured my gaze and she smiled at me. The smile eased the tension in my body; the cold breeze on my spine suddenly vanished. I could scent a warm and beautiful perfume tickling my nose. My worries were gone. My heart started beating at normal pace again.

She took my hand. It felt like my body was floating on water, carrying me to a place I never thought I would see again.

Strange Meeting by Eirik

You looked at me with sparkling eyes, knowing of the long road ahead of us. The weight of a feather, but yet so heavy. Our first touch, filled with love, I pray to God to keep you safe from up above.

(In response to Wilfred Owen's "Strange Meeting".)