Bratislava
Six months spent as an international student,
Tired did not begin to explain my mental state.
Deep in my bones, I knew:
"I need to go on an adventure."
As a last-minute decision I left,
My bags full of my 6-month belongings,
All the little mementos I had gathered,
And got into a packed bus, destination: Bratislava.
However, the plans that had been set into motion,
Did not go as planned, do things ever?
I was thrown into a testosterone-filled bedroom,
Full of dirty socks, decorating the floor.
To whom do these filthy items belong?
The beginning of a joke: An American, a German and two Danish men,
Then there is me, the Portuguese young-woman.
But rest assured, they were all quite nice.
Yet, when night fell, I was tucked into my bed,
My nightly slumber on full-swing,
Until I am taken from the realm of dreams.
"Where is this sound coming from?"
It's one the boys, he's still awake,
His feet dragging on the floor-boards,
Body naked, as the day he had been born.
That is when I realized:
"I am sharing my bedroom with a nudist."
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Creative Writing tasks
Non-FictionHere you will be able to read my non-fiction works I've written for my Creative Writing in English Class. (I don't mean to brag, but I do believe I'm kind of funny.) Also my cover doesn't have anything to do with what I've actually written, but I r...
