The timer on the bomb blinked red: 30 seconds left. Tick. Tack. My hands trembled as I searched for the wires, but the room was spinning, and I couldn’t remember which one to cut. Tick. Tack. Every second felt like a lifetime, and I knew if I made one wrong move, it would be over…..
Referendarinnen und Referendare bringen nicht selten frischen Schwung in den Alltagstrott. So ginges auch der Klasse 9a als sie mit Frau Schonefeld in einer kreativen Schreibwerkstatt das Englischbuch zur Seite legte und sich mit der Frage auseinandersetzte „Wer war es?“ –„Who dunnit?“
Über einen Zeitraum von gut zwei Monaten tauchten die Schülerinnen und Schüler in die Kunst des Kriminalromans ein. Gemeinsam ergründeten sie, was einen Kriminalfall spannend und interessant macht und wie das richtige Setting, komplexe Charaktere, unerwartete Plottwists (überraschende Wendungen) dafür sorgen, dass die Leserinnen und Leser in den Kriminalfall hineingezogen werden. Dafür stand auch die sprachliche Gestaltung im Fokus. So wurde der krimi-spezifische Wortschatz – von Polizeiarbeit und Forensik bis zu Mordwaffen – genauso erweitert wie der allgemeine Sprachwortschatz zur Nutzung von Satzverbindungen, passenden Adjektiven und Gefühlen.
Allerdings sollte es nicht bei der Theorie bleiben. Zu mehreren Gelegenheiten schrieben die Schülerinnen und Schüler ihre eigenen Geschichten und konnten dabei ihren kriminalistischen Ideenfreien Lauf lassen. Dabei lernten sie „nebenbei“, sich qualitatives, kriterienorientiertes und wertschätzendes Feedback zu ihren Arbeiten zu geben.
Eine besonders spannende Erkenntnis lag darin, dass ein kurzer packender Text mit einer unerwarteten Wendung genauso fesselnd sein kann, wie eine „Wand aus Text“, die mit jeder Zeile mehr und mehr Spannung aufbaut, mitreißt und eine Atmosphäre kreiert, die die Leserinnen und Leser unaufhaltsam in ihren Bann zieht und nur so durch den Text fliegen lässt. Bleibt nur noch die Frage: schafft es die Hauptperson, die Bombe rechtzeitig zu entschärfen? Lest selbst:
The timer on the bomb blinked red: 30 seconds left. Tick. Tack. My hands trembled as I searched for the wires, but the room was spinning, and I couldn’t remember which one to cut. Tick. Tack. Every second felt like a lifetime, and I knew if I made one wrong move, it would be over…..
I could feel the sweat running down my forehead and my hands were shaking. Tick. Tack. There are only 20 seconds left on the timer and my brain stopped working completely. I closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breath. Only one chance. If I cut the wrong wire the bomb would explode and me and my brother would die in this cellar room and our kidnapper would never get the punishment he deserves. Tick. Tack. 10 seconds. I took the scissors. 9 seconds. The bomb started shaking. 8 seconds. Green, red, yellow or purple? Which one will change our destiny to the better? 7 seconds. I have to decide. Now! 6 seconds. My brother started screaming and I couldn’t really concentrate anymore. 5 seconds. I closed my eyes and sent a prayer to heaven. 4 seconds. I reached for a wire. It was the red one. 3 seconds. I don‘t have any time left. But my gut told me that red would kill us. 2 seconds. “The purple one”, the voice in my mind whispered. “Cut the purple one!” So I reached for the purple wire and cut it exactly when the timer showed 1 seconds.
I narrowed my eyes and jumped to my brother. “I’m sorry”, I whispered and was ready to hear the bomb exploded and die. But then… Nothing.
I opened my eyes and saw the bomb laying in front of us. Not shaking or blinking. The timer was still at 1 second and half of the the purple wire was separated on the floor. I did it. I cut the right wire. The kidnapper upstairs must have heard something because I heard the footsteps on the stairs. I protected my brother my whole life the best I could but right now I’m not sure if it was ever enough. I hugged him so tight that I could’ve sworn I heard a bone cracking but I didn’t care. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!”, I explained to him. I heard the lock on the door open and was ready to fight that guy. But when the door opened really slowly I was too surprised to talk or even move. “Excuse me are you the two siblings that went missing last
Sunday?” The police officer, who was standing in the door, asked. I nodded but my eyes kept swinging to the gun in his hand. He followed my look and put it behind his back really quickly. “What about the kidnapper?”, was the only thing I was able to say. “He is already arrested and on his way to the police station” I nodded again and didn’t really feel anything when the police led us outside or when the nurse examined me. I first was relieved when I saw my parents because then I knew I was safe.
(Mia Schmidt, 9a)
The Timer
The timer on the bomb blinked red: 30 seconds left. Tick. Tack. My hands trembled as I searched for the wires, but the room was spinning, and I couldn’t remember which one to cut. Tick. Tack. Every second felt like a lifetime, and I knew if I made one wrong move, it would be over…..
The timer on the bomb blinked red: 30 seconds left. Tick. Tack. My hands trembled as I searched for the wires, but the room was spinning, and I
couldn’t remember which one to cut. Tick. Tack.
Every second felt like a lifetime, and I knew if I made one wrong move, it would be over. I looked at the Timer again , 20 seconds..tick tack. I thought I was going to die.
I had nothing to loose. I would explode anyway if I don’t do anything so I went for blue. The blue wire. I was about to cut it..my hands were shaking and suddenly I stopped and thought what if I’m wrong? What if people die because of my decision? I was always scared, my whole life! I will cut it now. I was just about to cut it… almosttrough… tick tack. Everything went black. Wait what happend? Did I survive? I tookmy VR glasses off. The servers had broken down.
(Louisa Land, 9a)