Works written by students during the Creative Writing Studies.
It was a late night,
The smell of sweat, mixed with dreams
I appeared dripping water
My story of friendship with Kira began
I am the last person to leave
I hope you read my story,
Sitting on a rocking chair,
It was the most usual autumn day.
Antonio was sitting on the front porch
“Hi darling!
‘Seen my medals?’,
It has been a couple of hours since
