Showing posts with label CES Don Bosco-murder. Show all posts
Showing posts with label CES Don Bosco-murder. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

LUKA



                                                                      
A  murder. The perfect time to act. All the students were in class except Luka. As always, he was out from the university. Maybe he was running behind a butterfly. 
Two weird men. A big sack. They hit him. They want his skin for Cruella de Vil. 
I could not sleep anymore. I wake up. 

Monday, May 13, 2013

Blow with a broom


Everybody wonders about who was so cruel. All that blood still on the ground, candles, cards, sad faces. 



Nothing was enough for that little body already dead. All CES Don Bosco students filled with dismay. 
The guilt was killing the receptionist. That words “blow with a broom” made her confess.
The last goodbye to Mr Mouse.

Shared guilt


University, a lot of people angry and shouting "We don't forget your death!"


All the students were working together for one reason. Everybody had thought about her sometime. It was unforgiveable.
They knew her name, but they had forgotten her essence.

What a hard life without you, my dear Creativity!
Everything was said and done.  

Saturday, May 11, 2013

The guilty teacher


“I’ve never seen so much guilt in my career”, the policeman though as he entered CES Don Bosco’s building. When he saw the teacher, he shivered.


    - Sir, you must come to the station.

    - ME? Why?

    - You’re accused of murder. A very long project in a very short time is considered a crime.






Thursday, May 9, 2013

A bloody show



May, 24 th 1978, Maria Auxiliadora. Like every year there was a party with a show, this year Bosmar had called a knives launcher. Kelly, who was the model, put on new heels higher than the old shoes; John with the bandaged eyes did not realize the difference of height and launched the knives, he failed few centimetres. 

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Friday the 13th

Friday the 13th. 21:30. Silence at the University. I have a bad feeling. I see a black cat  running. "Symphony no.9" from Beethoven is being played. I walk into the music classroom. I see an old man with bloody hands and a dead cat on the piano.




Suddenly I wake up. It's Friday 13th.