WE WERE NEVER A MATCH

I thought I loved you. You thought you loved me. We truly believed it was love. Little did we know, at that time, that we were just projecting our own needs on each other. And we mistook needs for love. We were young. Too young. And loving was more beautiful than needing. We helped each other. We grew up together. We grew apart.

Maybe it wasn’t love. But I will always love you.

ALIXA BCN

WITH MY CONFIDENCE BRIMMING OVER

I’ve been told that I have to leave far away and now. I may carry a small suitcase (max. 40x20x30 cm) and I can only pack words written in black on thick white cardboard. I confess that the strange equipment comforts me because I live among words. However, I have only a few hours to assemble the equipment and my mind is disturbed because I would like to put all there, from those old and resonant words to the most outlandish and postmodern ones. Also, I write big words such as freedom and democracy. And other smaller ones… as ice-cream and stars. And, above all, I write hard, Fair is foul and foul is fair, Forever is composed of nows, It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Cheers, with confidence in my own language I’m off. May Dickens saves me. Because there where I am going to travel, every word outside the suitcase will not survive.

DAVID C.

PRETTY GIRL

I met a pretty girl.

I met a pretty, smart, smiley girl.

I met a pretty, smart, smiley Spanish girl.

I met a pretty, smart, smiley Spanish girl who I became friends with.

The pretty, smart, smiley Spanish girl who I became friends with used to cry in front of the mirror.

The pretty, smart, smiley Spanish girl who I became friends with used to cry in front of the mirror every day because she saw the worst of her.

I fell in love with the pretty, smart, smiley Spanish girl.

And now I see how of a pretty, smart, smiley Spanish girl I am.

GAELLA

THINGS I WISH YOU NEVER SAID

He turned around to look her straight in her eyes. “This-” he pointed at her, and then at himself. “This is never going to work. Never.” A slight quaver in his voice gave him away.

His blue eyes seemed cloudier than usual, like a storm was about to break amidst that sea of ice. After what seemed like an eternal minute, he ultimately stormed off, slamming the door behind him. And there she was left, alone again.

She stood there in the center of the room, the moonlight that seeped through the open window painting everything of pale silver. A teardrop streaked her cheek, leaving a glistening salty trail behind it. She curled up on the sofa as the impassible moon reached its highest point in the sky. The night seemed to grow even more silent as a slight wind rose up and cuddled her in its arms, until she finally fell asleep

RILEY

A DRAGON WITH A MISSION

Once upon a time, there was a young girl who loved reading and spent many hours in the town’s library. One day, while peeking through a book of fairy tales, she found a piece of paper with a note that said: “If you want to live the adventure of your life, come to the square at midnight.” Curiosity took over and she decided to go and when she arrived, a dragon was waiting for her. Surprisingly, instead of attacking her, the dragon gave her a task: to find the key that would unlock the chest containing the greatest treasure in the world. And so, the young girl set out to find the key, not knowing that the real reward was the journey she had to undertake to find it.

BUDIBU

THE OTHER SIDE OF THE COIN

One day, the face of the coin started crying. She didn’t know who she was, she needed to meet her other half. Sometimes she tried to see herself spinning around, other times she flipped quickly and she even glanced at the mirror but she never caught it. Everyone judged her for her opposite side, the dark one they said. But one day, she understood. They were all wrong. That awesome part of her was private, not everyone deserved to know her.

MAY