THE MAGIC PENCIL

One day, three kids decided to make an investigators team. They wanted to earn money, but they were not very clever. They were from 6 graders at a public school in Sant Cugat. Ana, Paul and Peter didn’t have many customers, so they decided to buy everything to seem like professionals, but it didn’t work. They needed luck and help. The next day at school, Ana found a new student who was super-clever, so she said she would help them in the investigators team. She was Maria, from Australia. Ana was nervous, but she invited her to her house in the afternoon.

“Hello, I’m Ana and these are Peter and Paul, my best friends. We are part from an investigators club”, said Ana.

“Oh! I think I can help you. I love cases. Also, I have something that can help us”, said Maria.

Maria took out a yellow pencil with something written there. It said, “This is a detector for things you have lost”, the three guys were surprised and decided to use it to find things and have more customers and more money. Two weeks later they received many cases, but … without the pencil! They were more clever and they were four professional detectives.

SLEEPY PAGES

TALKING ABOUT TIME…

In 1 year, 52 weeks, 8760 hours and 525600 minutes, there is only 1 day, 24 hours and 1440 minutes as representative as this day, Sant Jordi, when the flowers begin to grow and the heat begins to arrive, the birds sing more and a knight saves his princess from a fearsome dragon; but let’s not rush, let’s tell the story from the beginning. In the 300s or so the king must make a draw to see who the poor man or woman will be who will have to serve food to a dragon that stalks the town, unfortunately for the chosen one is the princess. She about to be devoured appears Jordi with sword and shield gleaming to save his maid by sticking the sword in the heart of the dragon from which he sprouted a beautiful rose bush that he gave to his beloved as proof of his love.

SALUMA

THE FAKE SON

Once upon a time, five years ago Cristian decided to go to an important university in Barcelona. His parents were very proud because Cristian was a great student and his family loved him too. At least, it is what it looked like. 

The university offered him to go to an university of E.U with all the costs paid. Christian accepted the offer at the instance.  His mother was too sad,  because he was only able to stay with his son on Christmas,  the rest of the year she couldn’t stay with him.

 Christian learned much English in USA and had excellent marks.  However he took distance a lot  with all of his family,  especially with his mother,  in the last 3 months only talked  to them one time,  because the  Christians father obligated in.  He told Christian that his mother was very strange. Christian’s parents were divorced.

 Finally, when Christmas arrived,  Christian decided to go to see his mother.  When we arrived at the house he looked at his mother with another son and she  ignored him!

ORIOL ROCABERT

UNA HISTORIA CUALQUIERA

Robaron en una joyería, el ladrón salió corriendo tropezando con un transeúnte que paseaba por la calle, al chocar los dos hombres una joya se desprendió del bolsillo del ladrón yendo a caer a los pies del hombre. La policía viendo la joya a sus pies lo llevó detenido, se hizo un juicio extremadamente rápido y fue condenado a veinte años, en su casa los hijos esperaban al padre que nunca llegó, la madre había muerto no hacía mucho, eran dos niños muy pequeños a los que llevaron a una guardería, siempre allí preguntaban por su padre, siempre la misma respuesta, mañana vendrán, nunca más lo vieron, igual que ese cuantos otros habrán corrido la misma suerte en un mundo que no es perfecto.

EL POETA Y SU PERRITA

LOST WITH A MONSTER

I was lost in a very high building and I heard a lot of mysterious steps. I was so scared and I started to run to the top of the building but all the doors were closed but the last, that was a little bit open. I was very scared but I opened the door to ser if I could hide there but there was only a carpet. I looked round the area and I saw the monster. It was just a little dog.

THE LITTLE DOG

ENSEÑADME

No sé antes, pero ahora no usan pizarras. Prefieren ser asertivos y dialogar, sin generar grandes frustraciones ̶ aunque eso no siempre se consiga̶. Lo cierto es que aún recuerdo demasiado bien a algunos y son difíciles de perdonar. Pensar en ellos me perturba, desearía borrar de mi mente cualquier cosa que guardara relación. Volver atrás y aniquilarlos por completo sin dejar señal. La especialista me dijo que no sea tan radical, que intente comprenderlos a ellos y a mí en primer lugar. Insiste en que recuerde que seguramente algo saqué de ellos. Puede que tenga razón y que yo me haya vuelto a equivocar. Supongo que sí y que, al fin y al cabo, de los errores se aprende.

SIR QUENTIN BLAKE

THE OTHER NIGHT

On 10th April I discovered that I don’t see you as just a friend. How you caressed me. How you looked at me. How do you not realize how I feel about you? All the time that I am with you is all I need in my life. What am I supposed to do with this I feel? When you told me “you look beautiful tonight” what did you want to tell me? I never thought I could feel what I feel for you. Your hugs became my safe zone. When you pass my hair behind my ear and look at me that way, you cause an explosion of emotions in me. Tell me, do you think that something could happen more than a friendship between us?

YOUR SECRET ADMIRER

THE ROSE

Once upon a time there was a princess who lived in a castle, far from the city, in the mountain peak. One day Maria (the princess) went to the city to buy something in the clothes shops, when she suddenly ran into a man, he had brown hair and green eyes, it was the prince. They talked with him for a few minutes, he was very kind. They decided to invite him in her house, we had passed a fun moment. They kept seeing him, and 2 years later they had marryed.

SUNDON

THE FAREWELL

That same day, I was lying on the couch, crying, desperate and not knowing how to react. I had been like that for hours and hours, thinking about everything we had been through, about our history, the good and the bad, when we laughed and when we cried together. I started to look at the album he gave me with pictures of us, of our best and happiest moments of our lives, but he was gone, never to return. I felt frustrated and angry with everyone. He had left me there alone that very morning. My best friend, that beautiful summer morning, had come to see me. A few hours later Claudia, his mother, called me crying because her son had died in a motorcycle accident. The same one on which she used to take me for rides. He had died.

ELENA NITO DEL BOSQUE

WHERE I FOUND HAPPINESS…

I have lots and lots of money. And it has all come to me from my father’s company. I am famous and everything I do will have a social repercussion and I will be “Trending Topic” in the social networks.

It sounds good, and anyone who sees me envies me because I don’t really lack anything. And I have so much money, that if the world were for sale, I could buy it. Every day I go to meetings with other rich people dressed in clothes and suits so expensive that if they were sold with that money, I could surely buy a continent.

And I have tried everything, I have enjoyed vacations in all those places you can imagine, I have traveled to all the places you can think of, I have been with all the celebrities of this world, I have met women as beautiful as the muses of ancient Greece, I have tried everything that brings new sensations to the body, I have enjoyed all the activities you can count and I have tasted all the delicacies that exist in this world.

And from the beginning I looked for real happiness in all these things. I never found it.

Then I started a family, and I put money aside and put my heart and effort into that family. Something strange happened in me. That empty feeling of doing something disappeared. That feeling that I was used to disappeared. Then, I put my efforts to look for an answer to it.

Why was he happy now? I came to think that it was money that made me unhappy and unhappy. But I realized that when I started a family, when I forced myself to think about other people, I stopped thinking only about myself, and that gave me happiness.

Now I am happy, and now I strive to make other people happy. Money helps me, but it’s not the column that holds that. A person sees in you that you love him, when he notices that you stop doing what you want to do, to do what he wants.

STARK