Na zajęciach z „Creative writing” studenci 1. roku filologii angielskiej pod okiem swojej tutorki, Oli Majchrzak, rozpoczęli twórcze zmagania z pisaniem w języku angielskim. Ich pierwszym wyzwaniem było stworzenie alternatywnego zakończenia fantastycznej (ale jakże mrocznej – w sam raz na Halloween!) opowieści z przepięknymi ilustracjami autorstwa Emily Carroll.
W ubiegłym roku studenci pisali zakończenia do opowiadania pt. „Our neighbour’s house”, a w tym roku na warsztat wzięli „His face all red”. (Kto nie zna, niech pozna, bo warto: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dwh6EigKCWs
Oto najciekawsze propozycje naszych studentów:
My brother’s body lay there.
Mangled and bloodied.
Whites of his eyes reflecting the lantern’s light.
Accusing me.
There was also an unmistakable smell of lilac.
And the petals around the body, arranged in an eerie pattern.
A cold shiver went down my spine as I was rushing back home.
Because I knew exactly one person whose lilac bush blossoms at this time of year.
(autor: Tomasz Jardzioch)
Down in this hole it was him. This strange creature.
He turned his red, spine-chilling face towards me and said: Beware of your conscience. Nothing is what it seems.
The fear pierced my weak body and I felt I was losing my mind. I no longer knew what was real and what was just imagination of my disturbed mind.
Then, suddenly, I saw blood on my hands…
(autor: Kasia Wojciechowska)
When I reached the ground I looked around and I saw a man lying on the floor.
Suddenly, he turned around. It was too dark and I couldn't see his face.
“Who are you?” I shouted. I could only hear wolves howling.
“Show me your face!” I shouted again.
He didn't reply but he moved the candle closer to his face.
I froze. It was my brother. He was crying.
In his hand he was holding a scrap of cloth I had torn from his coat.
(autor: Magda Chodyńska)
He gets up.
And starts walking towards me.
With every step time seems to slow down.
His mouth... opening wider.
I see sharp white teeth, like these of a beast.
My legs feel like cotton, I can't feel them at all.
He gets closer, my lamp goes out.
I wake up.
And find myself in a hole, with my face all red...
(autor: Kamila Braun)
It’s him, he’s still here – dead.
Then who’s in the village?
Suddenly he raised his head to look at me.
“How…” I stammered, hearing the buzzing in my head.
He just smiled and jumped up to kill me.
I woke up. It was just a dream. Calm down, I told myself.
But when I opened my eyes I saw his red face as he said:
“You sure you’re awake now?”
(autor: Iza Zalewska)