If it wasn’t because I know who’s chasing me, I’d say it’s a good day, but I know it can be the last one for me in this Earth. I accept my fate as all the people that refuses to accept it. Last night, Death appeared in my dreams and I asked him, why all the people hated him but they love life? But the answer Death gave me, changed everything. Death said : “Life is a lovely lie but death is a hard truth”. I looked at Death and he grabbed my hand and together we left that world to never come back.

Maximo Meridio Decimo

I was arriving late for school, but I didn’t find the other pair of socks. I searched for it in the chest of drawers and in the hamper for the laundry, but I didn’t find it anywere. Could it be that my washing machine ate only one sock of the pair? Or maybe I have a magical creature that steals my socks when I’m sleeping? It would be probably the biggest mystery of the world: the disappearence of the socks. Now, how can I go to school?

Katherine Pierce

I went to my best friend’s house, she lives on the 9th floor in a creepy building.In the entrance a woman asked me for money, but I said that I didn’t have cash. She got mad and said something that I couldn´t hear.When I got into the elevator, I felt dizzy, and the light started switching on and off. The door of elevator started to open and showed horrible that are going to happen to me and in all these pictures there was the homeless woman.

Chiquitina

I could hear my heart and my brain discussing inside me:
“I need to work harder, I won’t get anywhere if I continue complaining”, the brain said.
“But what if working harder is making you feel more tired?” the heart asked. “Always wanting to do more than you can, like is never enough”.
“Motivation isn’ t enough to be the best” the brain answered.
“You could stop forcing yourself” the heart responded.
“It would feel like failing” the brain said.
“So you are scared of failing” the heart said.
“Maybe” the brain answered. “What if I lose myself without hard-working?”.
“What if you lose yourself with it” the discussion ended.

Patricia estrella

That day was important for her.She went to the kitchen hoping to find a wonderful breakfast just made by her mum. But the table was empty.She left the house and hoped that at least that old bus would pick her up at the station. She got there and waited , but the bus never came.She called everybody, but nobody picked up. Later her mum called. “Mum, why didn’t you answer? Why didn’t you make breakfast?” the daughter asked while crying. “It’s okay” her mum answered calmly. “No, it isn’t, nobody is here when I need them” she said. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there, but you never seem to need me” answered the mum. “Well I do”.

Aveces

Losing my backpack due to my forgetting habits went far enough, I’m suspecting long school days are the reason why I forget where I put stuff (like keys or money). Asking my dog Tammy won’t help finding important things as my school bag with its smelling skills either. Instead, she just keeps smelling an old hairdryer I never used! I can’t get mad at her for that, she’s all I got in life. But some weeks later I found all my lost things after being sucked by that hairdryer into another dimension while drying my hair. I may found them in the imaginary world inside my head, but i’ll never find Tammy in real life thanks to Dementia..

Cincuenta de chorizo

John saw that mirror at the market, and an invisible force forced him to buy it. He got home perplexed. “John!” A mournful voice shouted at him from somewhere in the room. He got up from his bed and froze when he saw a girl reflected in the mirror.A noise at the door distracted him; he saw a letter sliding across the threshold. When he opened it, it fell out from his hands. It said: “The mirror doesn’t reflect you… yet.” He quickly broke the mirror.

Darkness. He opened his eyes. Now, he was on the other side of the glass and the market on the other one. The story repeated itself.

Wilson

One day you take care of me and the next, you’re gone.One day we’re laughing about your old stories and the next, you’re gone.I miss your voice, your smile and the way you make me feel safe.It hurts knowing I can’t call you anymore or see you sitting in your chair. Now you’re not here and it hurts so much.I miss you every day in every little thing. I wish I could hug you one more time or, at least, telling you “I love you”. I miss you grandma. Yesterday, today and for the rest of my life.

Kai Smith

They appear when I get hurt, sometimes when I fight. Usually people see them, but sometimes they are so buried, no one can notice them. Having scars is like being marked, we try to hide them with make up or masks. Some of them are so strong, they just stay there and you can’t erase them. And in that moment is when you realize, you can mend them with little pieces other ones give to you.

Jay walker

Headache, blurred eyes, and the feeling that the world was falling. That’s all I felt when they told me I was losing you. Without you, the world would lose its color, that nothing would ever be the same.That unconditional person, the one who shared my sorrows and cried with me, would not be here.
But then came the happiest day of my life: they told me I could still hear your laughs, feel your caresses, lean on your legs, and listen to your mum advice again. And in that moment, I understood that the fear of losing you taught me to value every second with you, more intensely than ever.

Wilson