LA REALIDAD ES UNA, LA PERCEPCIÓN ES RELATIVA

Solía despistarme con facilidad, pero esta vez fue diferente, me llego una suave brisa que me brindó paz. Es difícil describir una sensación con claridad, supongo que todos tenemos nuestra manera de captar ciertas cosas, solo puedo decir que esta era especial. A lo lejos oía voces, puede que de la gente que se suponía que tenía cerca, risas, susurros… cada voz con su propia armonía. Al dar un paso sentí un leve cosquilleo en mis pies desnudos. ¿Qué hacía descalza en mitad de la calle?, me pregunté. De repente se desvanecieron todas aquellas voces. Al mirar a mi alrededor comprendí que no estaba en la calle. Aquella vez, a diferencia de otras, estaba en la luna.

JU MOON

REBELIÓN EN EL ESTUCHE

El estuche de María tenía vida y los útiles escolares de su interior tenían algo que contarme.

Lápiz se quejaba de que era el más usado, con diferencia; le desagradaba que María cuando se aburría en clase, sobre todo en la de matemáticas, lo mordiera hasta agotarlo.

Goma tenía que estar pendiente todo el día de los errores que cometía Lápiz, y deseaba que María leyera más para mejorar sus faltas de ortografía: se estaba consumiendo y cada vez era más pequeña.

Bolígrafo Azul se sentía culpable de no poder corregir los errores que detectaba; aunque algunos días, para su tranquilidad, María llevaba corrector y rectificaba las faltas. Además, le parecía injusto que Bolígrafo rojo estuviera siempre ocioso, mientras él no paraba de trabajar en la escritura.

Al final, Lápiz se agotó; Goma se consumió y Bolígrafo azul se quedó sin tinta.

¿Por qué no los habría escuchado antes?

LUCRECIA PIMIENTA

UNDER THE RAIN

It was raining.

I opened the umbrella.

I looked at the sky.

My eyes filled with tears, almost indistinguishable from the raindrops that had fallen on me earlier.

I cried more and more.

I saw it.

I ran to him no matter what he thought of me anymore.

I didn’t care.

I wanted him.

He looked at me somewhat incredulous at the unexpected situation.

We were him and I, under the rain, under the clouds.

I sniffled, crying more and more intensely.

I approached.

He smiled at me, a sad smile.

I saw a tear slide down her cheek.

I kissed him.

I close the book.

Why don’t stories end like this in real life? -I asked myself.

LUCRECIA PIMIENTA

THE FURTHEST VILLAGE

Once upon a time in the furthest village of all time, a really bizarre traveller, arrived. At first nobody at the village noticed that they had a really mysterious visit, but on a few days, they saw lots of things that didn’t fit in their village the reason of that things was that the traveller was an ancient wizard, which was trying to create new spells, but the results of that were terrible. The environment of the village was dying, but what the village didn’t noticed was that the responsible of that was the traveller. They did everything they could to save their village and to survive, but they couldn’t do anything. The traveller showed them a solution to look after their village, but it was part of the plan of the traveller and after a few weeks they where under the control of the traveller and that’s how they become lab rats and chose their unexpected final

AQUA

THE PAQUI GANG

In this house (Peter John`s house), lived his elderly parents (Lady and Saviour) who didn’t care what their son did. As soon as you entered, there was the dining room and next to it the kitchen; going up to the ‘‘top floor ‘‘, there was the bedroom of Peter’s parents. But oddly enough, the best place in the house was the basement, where Peter lived spoiled. While watching a series on Netflix, he smoked a bong, and he had given this one a nickname too: shisha. He lived in a town called Sentmenat, in Barcelona. Finally, he decided to look in the ovens where the bread was baked to see if he could find any trace. But so far Peter did’t know this. At first, he thought it was normal, since the supermarket moor has the right to smoke. He lifted his arm in the direction of the oven and when he was on his way home, he decided to take the bread and then make himself a sandwich. He raised his arm in the direction of the oven and when he went to open it, he couldn’t, it seemed to be stuck with glue. He pulled hard and the ovens fell causing a big noise and knocking Peter down. When Peter got up, he was surrounded by five young men, including a woman. Then one of them reloaded his gun and before Peter could see it coming, he punched him, knocking him out. Peter then punched him and finally, now he was free of everyone. 

IÑAKI LIMANJARO

EL PAS DEL TEMPS

L’Antoni i l’Enriqueta jeien, com era habitual, a la porta d’entrada d’aquella caseta petita que hi havia al costat de l’escola. Els cotxes passaven amb fruïció deixant anar tot tipus de gasos contaminants, el que em va fer pensar que els seus pulmons devien ser més negres que el carbó, ja que passaven cada dia de l’any asseguts en aquelles atrotinades cadires esperant ves a saber que. Un dia després de l’escola, al observar que la cadireta de l’Enriqueta no reposava al seu lloc habitual, vaig tocar el timbre. A l’instant va aparèixer la figura encorvada de l’Antoni, que em va relatar que l’Enriqueta ens havia deixat. Després d’aquella impactant notícia se’m va acudir preguntar-li que perquè eren allà cada tarda, ell em va dir que era únicament un recordatori de la fugacitat de la vida i la necessitat de viure-la com cal.

EFÍMER

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

HER EYES

Her name was love and she never had talk with any boy because she was too shy to stay in front of someone. In the school there was a new boy called Alex, when he explained things about of himself to the class. She connected in that moment and she offered give him a tour with a one rule… He couldn’t see her eyes.

CATALINA DE SANT CUGAT

PASÓ UN ÁNGEL

Sabía que era su única oportunidad, la vida se le escapaba y quería vivir un poco más, se entregó a la vida de una noche de pasión y a la mañana siguiente fallecía entre los brazos del amante, una sonrisa se perpetuaba en su boca. Murió soñando con la vida

EL POETA Y SU PERRITA