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Winning Essays 2013 6th-9th Forms
6th Form Group
Roel Shyte from Leskovik
I will talk with the chickens and tell them to be my spy. They will see everything happened in the world and then I will take all the information. When a man do a crime I will be the one who will know that. I will teach them kung fu. And all the chickens of the world will protect me. They will be the best FBI cops. I will be their commander. With too much training we will be the best SWAT police. The name of this team will be: The Chicken Team. We will be too rich and too famous and if I sell a chicken from that team it will cost: 100,000,000,000 $ I will be rich if I sell all of the chickens!? I don’t know what I will do if I can’t understand the chickens. Maybe I will go home and sleep now.
Topic: You wake up one morning and can understand chickens. They never shut up. What do you do?
Anxhela Shyte from Fier
Topic: You wake up one morning and can understand chickens. They never shut up. What do you do?
It was one normal morning from 365 mornings of 1993. I was waked up from the noise of my old clock. Nothing looked different, till the moment I went to pick up some eggs for my breakfast. I realized something really strange had happened… I… I… was singing. Wow. Why was I singing? What happened I never had singed again since my wife died. And can you believe the song I was singing? A happy song but later I realized something more important it was my marriage song. The song me and my wife sang when we was getting married. I started thinking I was crazy. But trust me this isn’t the problem I’m talking about. Something even more strange was happening. I suddenly started crying but this is not the point. The point is that someone was speaking to me. But who. Around I couldn’t see anyone. I started looking and I heard the same voice this time telling me to be strong, the problems are made for human and humans are going to solve them. At this point I turned around and saw m favorite chicken standing next to me. A moment later it was holding my hand. Wow x 2. My chicken was holding my hand. At that moment I was one hundred % sure that I was crazy. But why was this happening? Was that punishment from God to being cute, hot and for sure extremely smart. When I thought this I realized I was 100% mad. But anyway why? I kept thinking about all this while my chickens were next to me. Actually hugging me and speaking to me. I was confused for a moment but then I suddenly got scared and I grabbed a stick and tried to hit the chickens. But I got beaten very bad in my head from my pig. Wow x 3. My pig just beat me. Wow x 4. What was my dog trying to do to me. He grabbed me from my shirt and sent me into my old truck. Wow x 5. My car was a rocket. Wow x 5. Look at all these wows. (I’m going to stop with the wows it’s getting boring.) My pig was driving my rocket car well he was sitting in the drivers seat. My favorite chicken Dolly told me what happened. She told me that my wife didn’t actually die but was kidnapped by some vampires that live in Mars. For once in my life I tried to listen to my chicken like I had no other choice. After a few seconds we was on our trip to Mars. And a few seconds later we were fighting with vampires. But I got a bite from a vampire and transformed into a vampire too. This was awful now because the animals were angry that I was a vampire now. In the middle I saw my wife. She was so beautiful, so amazing, so hot and so perfect I wasn’t careful anymore and I just got bitten in the arm. I was a vampire. I could run very fast. I ran into the crowd to talk with my wife again but she wasn’t there when I got there. With her was her boyfriend. I’m sorry readers but I have to do this WOW X 7. My wife has a boyfriend and both of them tried to KILL ME. First I was confused and I got bitten again in the arm. Then I was angry. I was the one who tried to kill my wife. But her boyfriend protected her. A moment later I was on the ground and my wife had a knife and a gun like a potato on the same hand. Weird huh? At that moment she shot me… here I woke up. I was on a sleep. I had fallen asleep during my favorite show. Then I saw my wife with a knife and a potato on her hand. I got so scared. I screamed like a girl. (I know what you’re thinking but, I’m not going to say WOW X 8). That’s the reason why I hate chickens and that I live in the Artic right now. There’s the only place without chickens.
THE END. WOW X 9
7th Form Group
Irvi Cela from Burrel
Topic: Imagine the food in your refrigerator could talk. When the door is closed, what do you think they talk about? What do they say to each other?
I think that foods have a lot of fun with each other. Maybe they organize a part or talk about humans beings. Food with different flavors always fight. For example, beef hates cherries. I think that melons are really lazy so they never get involved in the conversations that other foods do. Strawberries talk too much. They make gossips about the human being. They may look really marvelous but they aren’t friendly at all. French fries are great! They have an adorable sense of humor and they are perfect listeners, I mean they listen to somebody even if others are getting bored. Chocolate and biscuits are good friends. They always talk about how to keep their body in a perfect shape. They’re fat so they work out all day. The apple pie’s dream is to be a lawyer. She always talks about morality, laws and rules. She is kind but a little bit strict. Bananas and cherries are so romantic. They hope and dream about a life filled with love and respect. Celery, lettuce and other green leafy vegetables don’t like their looks (appearance). They like to imagine how they would be if they would be able to create themselves again. In the refrigerator kingdom no one is allowed to be evil, even if some foods don’t execute this “law”. Anyway, they share their home and they should be friends. They pass all the time there. They know everybody’s likes and dislikes. Nobody reigns, and that’s god. Foods know how to have fun!
Vefiana Shkurti from Vlore
Topic: Imagine the food in your refrigerator could talk. When the door is closed, what do you think they talk about? What do they say to each other?
What would happen if the food in our refrigerator could talk? In this case the imagination is too far from the. Imagine if the milk could sing or read… it would be funny! When the fridge is closed, do they talk or discuss with each other? This is a question without an answer because everyone has his own one.
I think they talk with each other just for trivial things, maybe for things that we humans can’t understand. Obviously, they can talk about boring chatters or gossips. Maybe the food has its own language. For example, a potato talks only for things relating to “her”. I imagine a “lazy potato”. Maybe this is the reason why we say to someone “a couch potato” when it is lazy and talks about boring things.
A refrigerator is a strange world. Maybe it has cities or villages. For instance, the first floor is a big city called: “The Vegetables”. There can live the tomatoes, the cucumbers and all the vegetables. In the second floor or the second city, called “Sweeties” can live the milk, the fruit, juice, chocolate and al the sweeties food that we love so much. Finally, in the last city and the biggest, called “Freezy”, lives the ice and the freezed meat. Besides, there are some small villages, where live the eggs. Imagine the eggs running away when we open the fridge!!
Everyone loves food. It is something that no one couldn’t live without. For me, food is love with the first sight. I can’t live without chocolates or vegetables (even though I don’t like them so much). It is probable that the food hates us, cause we EAT them!! Maybe they scream or they go as fast as they can when we look at them with those greedy eyes. Maybe they hate us as much as we hate thieves or killers when they want to attack us. We all should admire that we are grateful to food.
8th Form Group
Enxhi Hysa from Burrel
Topic: What would happen if children ruled the world?
It may be hard to imagine a world ruled by kids. In fact it’s very funny! But being a kid makes it easier to create the image of this wonderful world!
First of all I would like to imagine what wouldn’t happen. There wouldn’t be any war. All of us would live in peace. How wonderful is that? I think kids would build lots of playgrounds to begin with. Than, the best part: NO SCHOOL!!! Everyone would be free to do whatever they like.
The buildings would be colorful, the pavements full of paintings and the same thing about the walls. There would be a playground and a circus tent in every neighborhood.
You are free to eat as many candies as you want. No one can stop you from doing what you like; for example playing all day, watching TV, etc. (playing computer games or PS games.)
There would be special towns and villages where adults would live in. This maybe a problem cause we need adults to do things we can’t like taking care of us. If the world would be ruled by children, it would look as a beautiful rose ready to bloom.
There would be no pollution cause kids use bicycles. And a very important thing: we would be free from technology that has caged us. You wake up in the morning, no one forces you to brush your teeth, you eat food full of sugar, coca cola (not pepsi!), original coca cola 1 ment!! After finishing this you choose to watch TV or play with your friends or other things.
But the greatest change would be in our psychological health. Adults spend their lifes thinking about a way to create a easier and happier life for themselves and their families. They get stressed, depressed and a bad physical health. Children would be way more different. We would be happy with what we have and not think of getting a better life. We could be happy with ourselves and happy with each other. Because a world ruled by children is a world ruled by love! It would be a perfect world. Maybe that’s why it can’t exist!
9th Form Group
Gloria Hoxhallari from Kucove
Topic: Describe the world through a dog's eyes.
Even the bones are getting on my nerves. What’s up with these guys? I haven’t seen them in days. And they are supposed to love me and care about me. That’s unfair. Well then, if they continue to behave like that, it’s me who’s gonna teach them a lesson.
Having 4 legs and an awful belt around my neck sure won’t help me. So what can I do? Pretend to sleep for days so they’ll think something’s wrong with me and will probably take me to that stupid man who points those sharp and scary things at me. It’s painful, excruciatingly painful but those giant creatures that raise me apparently don’t care. They don’t even let me go outside. Do they think I’m having fun in this boring house? It’s so boring I want to cry. There are no rubbish bins to play with, no pretty young ladies to tease. “Lady”. I like this word. Don’t be surprised we dogs understand human’s world, language I even know some difficult words. Spelling is another problem, we can’t speak, we bark and it’s more funny, naughty and playful then human’s elegant smooth words that tune my ears.
I’m the one who knows everything about this family. They just come to me and open their mind, tell me their problems, their worries, their dreams and desires, maybe because they think I don’t get them but I know that Rose is feeling sad because something has happened to Charles and they are good friends. They always stay together. I’ve even seen them putting their lips together. I don’t know why they possibly do it but it’s strangely enjoyable. If only I could try it with Rose. That’s another Rose, like me. But I call her like that because they are both beautiful. Only the thought of her lovely eyes, her long soft ears, her courageous and firm walk stir up goose bumps. It’s an expression I’ve learnt from Tom, the youngest kid of the family. He tells me everything he learns, biology, geography, math, history, literature. Out of all of them I like math. That’s because I like numbers. I even try to form them with my s***, that’s what it’s called right?
Unfortunately, I never meet Rose and it’s not only because she doesn’t like me like I do, but these a******** that raise me won’t let me. Can’t they understand my feelings and my inner world? I’d even like to have little Roses with her. I want a family, please Bone God (that’s the god of dogs) help me convince Rose and my family to marry her. I don’t even want a ceremony, I just want her to sit near me, to eat, drink together, to run, walk, my actual life means nothing without her.
Why don’t they bring her but huge creatures that just put their big hands over me and squeeze me in their warm arms. Well, I don’t want that. I want Rose and bones and a small house. I terribly hate this place, just surrounded b infinite furniture and big black gadgets, totally unnecessary for a healthy life. We don’t have a TV or a computer but they are entertaining. I like those interesting changeable picture son the screen but sometimes they scare me or remind me of Rose and the bitterness of not having what I love. I still remember the day I saw her for the first time. We were walking slowly doing the busy Sunday street when I turned my head because I heard a dog bark. I saw the most amazing thing in my life: she was in a shop corner looking at the shop window as though she wanted to buy something. It was a clothes shop, maybe she really wanted. I wish I could buy her all the wealth and beauty that exists in the world.
I’m listening to steps. Somebody is coming back. Back to the former god. Still angry at them. I have to pretend I’m sleeping. Ok goodnight. Maybe they’ll really change their attitude and will treat me better. I deserve it, I’m a good dog, not boasting. If god helps me I’ll manage to get of the vet.
Redina Zani from Gramsh
Topic: Describe the world through a dog's eyes.
My god! What is this world, where is my mum now that I need her so much. Ow! I feel I should eat something but what? I don’t have anything! Why is life so cruel with me, while the others are so comfortable with their new families. Oh wait a second I smell something. What’s that? A hamburger? I can’t believe how these people can throw out something like this. I don’t have time I should run, cause the dog catcher’s are here. They catch me, and now I can’t do anything. Hi! I’m Tobb and I would like to be your friend. In my life I don’t have any reason to live. Where are they going to take us now? What are they going to do with us? I don’t know, maybe they will give us a family. Or maybe they are going to use us for experiments. Hope to be the first. Me too. I don’t like this noise. Why are the other dogs crying? Maybe they are telling us to leave this place as soon as we can. We should do something. We can’t stay here doing nothing. We should run away. Of course, but how! I have an idea. When one of the person will open the door we will attach him. Yes, good plan. Now is the moment. Oh, we are free. But we should try to get a family. Yeah but I think it is hard. No, it’s not hard. We can try. If this doesn’t get results then we can make a team to protect other dogs from the dog catchers. Always if we don’t get a family. They tried and tried to impress someone but without results. So they decided to create that team. The team was called “DPD” and it means “Dogs Protect Dogs”. And now they are the most famous dogs in all the universe.
Gebri Moshtaku from Vlore
Topic: Describe the world through a dog's eyes.
Hi! Or should I say: woof! My name’s Ovie and I’m a seven year old golden retriever who loves bbq sauce and playing with my human friend, Tomas. I never take it for granted though because the problems I’ve gone through have taught me better.
When I was around 2 years old, I vaguely recall being removed from my cozy domain snuggled at the time. The hands that picked me up, wrapped around my tummy, had an ominous something about them. Premonitions were induced in my mind by their coldness and those feelings turned out to be right, eventually. After my new acquaintance handed in some green papers with drawings on them to the really nice girl who used to feed me everyday, he became my new “padron”. I couldn’t get what was happening to me, neither could I get why the feed up girl allowed this to happen. The only thing I got was half of my left back limb removed because of “bone shattering” a week after. After my recovery in the vet hospital, I was sent back to the puppy shop, waiting now for someone to pick up and love this limping dog. And this is where Tomas enters the story. He and his parents came in one day and they chose to take me home. Me! The limping doggy!
Since then, every day is exhilarating for me. Tomas, which is six years old (I don’t know why he’s a baby still, but I guess it’s human’s stuff), takes care of me himself. He always fills my bowl with my favorite food and never puts me behind the ugly metal bars! I wish I could articulate at least the word “thanks” but I thank him every day with my woof, woofs. I think it’s fair enough though. I mean, I’m a dog!