Would the Sun Be Happy

by Maria Shylo

Would the sun be happy if it hadn`t anybody to shine for?
(F. Nietzsche)

What I need is some time alone

by Ellen Porokonko

I did love him I just didn’t like that he spent all his time at my place.

The world without

by Savchuk Olga

The last fire of the melting sun was extinguished in the ocean waters. Two black figures were walking on the mountain.

In no way should you hold it over

by Yakovenko Andrey

Ann is a good friend of mine. She’s an artist. I’ve known her since my school years.

Sodom

by Natalia Danylenko

If even she’d ever liked white color, that moment she hated it.

Completely Different

by Masha Dumanska

“This is my neighborhood. This is my street. This is my wife.

Miriam

by Kinovych Mariya

Miriam, give me my slippers! I can’t get up without them.

The Small Insects

by Vlad Levickij

…The road ceased to interest him, and he began to close his eyes and to loll his head against the cushions.

Don`t talk to strangers

by Yuriy Borodulin

Little Jimmy has  woke up; it was a time to go to school. And as usual mother said , before he gone : “don`t talk to strangers, my dear!”.”Ok”- kid smiled kid and run fast by the road.

No Longer

by Mikitiyk Nastia

“Catch it!” – exclaimed she, laughing and throwing it up.

Parachuting Story

by Melnyk Anna

“That knowing is better than wondering, that waking is better than sleeping, and even the biggest failure, even the worst, beat the hell out of never trying.”   - said Tom to his friend, even though it was very hard for him to talk and even to move right now…

The Song of the Dead Son

by Olha Kolesnyk 

Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday, I don't know. (Albert Camus)
“Every moment of my life I’d been searching for something.

The Strait Gate and Narrow Way Lead to Life.

by Masha Dumanska

This is what Oliver learnt from his life. He was the oldest son from the four other children in a poor family. His father had an alcohol addiction and mother worked as a nurse.

Standing on the shoulder of the giant

by Vlad Levickij

     That warm and stormy summer night clenched me. It was a kick-start of a new line. I gave an once-over to the hall – dark and gloomy it was. I felt first tremble. I’ve been waiting so long – and here I was, standing in the centre of a new universe, which I was able to organize thereby I wanted.

The Skeleton in the Cupboard

by Chelysheva Olena

Human is unique and wonderful being on our Earth planet. It is said that our organism is carefully designed and all our systems work coherently. Obviously, we are as good people as bad ones. The dialogue below shows the conversation between outer “good” and inner “evil” which still living in everyone of us.

Beautiful Memory

 by Kinovych M.

As I remember myself I always have problems with my memory. It is impossible for me to remember everything that somebody said to me, I can’t tell the difference between Bach and Beethoven because I hardly can remember their music. But what the really odd thing with my memory is that I remember all faces that I have ever seen.

Creative Writing in English

Англомовний курс з творчого письма

З 20.02 по 2.03. відбувається запис на курс (ауд. 3-410)

Зустрітись з викладачем можна в понеділок

З 11:30 до 14:50 в ауд. 3-408

Мета курсу: покращення навичок написання творчих текстів англійською мовою та глибшого їх розуміння, а також використання набутих знань в подальшій професійній творчій роботі.
Завдання курсу: навчити студентів аналізувати та розуміти літературні тексти, планувати власні твори та формулювати свої думки англійською мовою, критично осмислювати тексти та писати власні критичні відгуки, грамотно застосовувати різноманітні стилі написання творів.
Зміст курсу: повторення основних граматичних конструкцій (Conditionals, Modals, Emphatic Structures, Gerund and Infinitive, Passive Voice, Adjectives and Adverbs), англійські ідіоми, метафори та стійкі вирази в сучасній англійській мові, словотворення, читання та обговорення літературних творів, написання власних творчих робіт та їх аналіз.
Протягом курсу розглядаються такі теми:

• Основні сюжети в літературі
• Літературні жанри.
• Характери: опис позитивних та негативних рис
• Читач як співавтор письменника: роль інтерпретації
• Вступ до написання сценаріїв. Побудова діалогів

Курс розрахований на студентів ІІІ та ІV курсів.
Найкращі роботи публікуються в блозі курсу Creative Writing: http://workshopcreativewriting.blogspot.com
Посилання на презентацію курсу: Creative Writing Prresentation
E-mail для додаткової інформації: creative.ukma@gmail.com

Neverending one

by Olha Savchuk

It was an unbearably windy and rainy night. No, even early morning, since the nearest city hall campanile struck  midnight some time ago.

Another Version

by Olha Kolesnyk

Silver moon light was in front of the window in left lonely house. We passed away years and years ago.

Nina and Trigorin

by Olha Kolesnyk  

Nina: Are you sure in what you are talking about? Maybe you are just too concentrated on yourself? You behave like a mouse. You are always seeing what you want to see.

A Fortune-Teller Story

by Vlad Levickij

        I have never believed in superstitions, broken mirrors and black cats. But once I was lying on my bed having a dream. It was the unusually colourful and real one.

A Haunted Place

by Masha Dumanska

David moved to LA last autumn when he passed an interview and got a job as a lawyer in one of the big company. He was thrilled to begin his professional life in such a huge city.

A Haunted House

by Vlad Levickij

  My summer cottage is the right place for spending time after intensive studying. It consists of a small area with flowers, vegetables, kitchen and two-story house in the centre, which is old a bit, nearly of my age – 20.

A Long Time Ago

 by Yulia Shynkarenko.

PART 1  Do you have a skeleton in your cupboard? I do.
Everybody has some stories, which he or she never tells anyone.

Soltary man

 by Yakovenko Andrey

 The train was passing another tunnel. Rail sleepers were rushing past. A solitary traveller looked out of the window. It was evening time. The sunset rays were illuminating the only tree on the hill. There had been a lonesome maple with yellowed leaves.

The Boat

by Vlad Levickij

I came here exactly when the stormy and grey water began turning into a calm glassy surface with an orange reflection. The brilliant clean sky filled with heavy clouds with a big circle at the end of the horizon, as if it was punched by someone’s bullet.

I, me and myself

by Anastasiy Mikitiuk

This morning I woke up as usual. I felt cheerfulness and energy from top to toe. Today is the very important day for me – I’m going to pass my last exam and finish my studying. I had been waiting for this moment for years.  4 years ago I chose the wrong specialization and now I’m feeling happiness in every cell of my body.

Preface

by Masha Dumanska

Every time I remember myself I always dreamt of being a successful person. I always wanted to study hard and to get good marks. At school teachers praised me for studying. Then I wanted to enter Kyiv-Mohula Academy because that was the only university in Ukraine, in which I wanted to study.

Strange meeting

    by Olha Kolesnyk

Today I had a meeting with my clone. No, not actually with the clone, but it was I.

The only confusing thing was that I was talking to myself nine years younger. It was very

strange discussion, which I scrutinize below.

Loneliness and emptiness

by Maria Shylo
Sometimes I dream about reality
Sometimes I feel so gone
Sometimes I dream about a wild wild world
Sometimes I feel so lonesome
(Manu Chao)

Sometimes I open my eyes in the morning and feel that I am lonely. It is just a sensation for a second, but this feeling of loneliness is extremely strong. I think that anyone and anything can`t change this. 

no chance to say goodbye

                                                                  by Olha Kolesnyk

  “What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye? How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?”

– There’s nothing. And there. Here, too. What do we have here? All the same...

by Vlad Levickij

  This monologue could characterize the early life of Frank Henningstone. The point when everything changed – when Frank was 20-year-old student of The Royal Academy in London, England. The life of Frank was a typical human-misanthrope’s, who has lost all faith in humanity, altruism and virtues. In this case, there were two solutions – to become a cynical and cold careerist or...just cold.

Skeletons

by Roman Melnyk 

- Hm. Mister skeleton! Can I call you mister? Sorry, but I really don’t know how to communicate with you.

Story “Do you have skeleton in the cupboard? I do.”

by Melnik Anna 

Do you have skeleton in the cupboard? I do. I promised myself not to reveal my secret. It’s hard and even scary to remember. But I have to. I am 78 and I feel that I will die soon. All my life I kept this secret. But I can not die keeping it... I just can’t. I must, must, must tell it ... 

Do you have a skeleton in the cupboard? I do

by Masha Dumanska

All people have some secrets. Everybody owns some information, which he/she doesn’t want to share with anyone else. It can be an action, story, words, which were made up and which you want to forget. Especially, when it is about something bad.

Do you have a skeleton in the cupboard? I do

by Yakovenko Andrey 

If we do ask anybody whether they have their skeleton in the cupboard, we won`t get a simple answer. In the way that people expound and comprehend this expression they`re going to tell you about it. Is such “skeleton” a typical unpleasant thing that had happened to us, the skills we can`t execute or just an original fears? 

A Skeleton in the Cupboard

by Kinovych Mariya

First of all, I want to admit that my skeleton is not in the cupboard – it is on the loft in my summer cottage. His name is Bob and he doesn’t have a jaw.

Silver Mirror

by Konova Maria

to imitate the style of the author you like & write the story or dialogue (Edgar Allan Poe)

The story I am going to tell you happened many years ago. Nobody has ever heard it. I feel that the
time of my departure is near and I don’t want to pass away with my conscience unclean. Only few
people in this town remember that I haven’t been always as lonely as I am now. Those days my
family consisted of a beautiful niece, whose name was Julia. Her parents were both doctors and
died when the last epidemic of plague struck. She was the loveliest girl you could ever imagine.

What should we do?

by Olha Kolesnyk

There was a square. “What?”, - you’ll ask. And I’ll prove that there was the square. But it was not just the square. It had no corners. Can you imagine? The square without corners! But there were four lines. They had also names. It shouldn’t be surprise for you. They had names Lilly, Jessie, Nicole and Louise. It was afternoon when Jessie asked:

The Bottle of Happiness

by Kinovych M.

It was a bottle of happiness on the table. Man who was lying on the floor near it had drunk happiness to the dregs.
 From his childhood he suffered from unhappiness and misery. He could do nothing with this, because each time he felt satisfaction and gladness the situation resulted in catastrophe. One day he decided to stop this chain of affliction and swore to find the way out. He heard the legend about The Bottle of happiness which can be found only by a man who has nothing to lose. The legend told that this bottle is hidden in monastery in Himalayas and for reaching it you have to fly like an eagle, swim like a fish and creep like a snake.

Semi-distracted story

By Roman Melnyk

The exact protagonist, enough bright with eyes kind of full-of-life’s-burden. Strange! Strange! Definitely abnormal! Southern scream, star dusty looks, curved with ornaments dead pigeons, pigs and ferrets near her feet.

• “Happiness and health to you, many years of happy life, a strong health and marvelous news on TV, grateful children and grand-grand offspring, luck, river of trust and trustworthy friends, chocolate dreams and their jelly urgent silky realization. And many other warm-hearted wishes for your non-existent yet life, my dear boy”.    

Era of being alone

By Maria Dumanskaya

Loneliness is the biggest fear for all people without exception. And in nowadays seems that a lot of people live with this fear. Especially the youth. I don’t want to say it about all of us, but if to surf the internet, you’ll find a lot themes and comics like “forever alone” and etc. There are a lot of comments like “it is so me”. I think that this is not good, because people got used to live in a closed way, spending almost all of their free time watching films, sitcoms, blogging and so on. They think that it’s a good alternative for living in a real world with real relationships.

Life (imitating Ernest Hemingway)

By M.D.

Today I woke up because of the pain in my spine. It reminded me those days when I was sent to France in 1918. I thought that I had a real life, but the first battle helped me to wake up from the dream, where I used to live. That was a reality of our existence. War. During only the first battle I was witness of the death of the man, who had told me a minute ago about his plans and his lonely mother. And then he was lying with a hole in his head.

The Lie

By O.K.

No, I can’t believe. The darkness in my head turns me off from this cruel reality. You’ve never wanted to be my friend. Oh, dear, tears and tears. They are my only true friends. I’m feeling a little fevered. Little ugly spiders crawl on my head and larvae in my mouth. No, no, no… I’m trying to find, your warm hand but the only thing I can see is Darkness. No, you’ve gone. I lean on the cold and wet wall. Lie. You’ve been always lying to me. All that I have is on the floor, it’s broken. It feels like my own blood there. My hand scrambles down slowly along the wall. Yes, I scratch my hands by rigid stones inside the wall. No, you just don’t deserve me. You’ve always been so self-confidence to me. But I want to see your cruel face again. That’s horrible feeling when you’ve broken the black piano of our feelings. I can’t believe in this fairy tale anymore. 

Story about childhood, ages/ stages of life

By Olena Chelysheva.

***

I wake up in the morning

And what did I see?

Strange worrying faces

Are looking at me

Maybe they are monsters

Terrify my dream,

I’m only youngster

So began to scream

- Hush-sh, my little daughter,-

Mother sings, -

We are always near

Wish you pleasant things

***

- I hate kindergarten

May I stay at home?

- Sure, - smiles kindly father

Just don’t tell your mum

I will teach you carefully

How to drive a car

So you would be able

To travel so far

***