HEARTBEAT AWAKENING

Love was a lie. A game of illusions. Ava had seen it—forced smiles, empty words. They told her she’d find a man, as if fate had already written her story. But no man ever made her heart race. So, she believed she was broken.
Until she met her.
She laughed like sunlight, moved like poetry. And when their hands brushed, Ava’s heart thundered, wild and free.
This isn’t real, she told herself. It can’t be.
But the way her pulse danced, the way her soul leaned closer—it was undeniable. Love wasn’t a lie. It wasn’t a script. It wasn’t something others decided for her.
It was hers to define.
And for the first time, she didn’t fear it. She embraced it.

Lotus

Blue

I was the tenth present for Billie. He was a happy and enthusiastic boy who was passionate of music and he baptised me as “Blue”. He had a big talent when he made me sound, but a few months later he got very sad, his father had left him and I was his only company. Months later he met Mike and Billie’s smile come back. They created a band and a third guy joined them, his name was The. The bass and the drums became into my best friends. Together we are travelling all over the world since that moment. The thing I was more surprised about was how people loved my Billie and how his passion became his live, and the amazing talent he has to make people sing together.

Kiki Armstrong

What God made

I don’t understand how God spent seven days to create the world He gave us and none of us cares about it.Now we go to school, our parents work and the politicians do whatever they want.Nobody is talking about how we seem prisoners in one own routine.I enjoy listening to music while watching the sunset by the window of the plane, spending time with my parents, laughing with my siblings. I like going to the beach and feeling how the sun touches my skin while seeing the shinning ocean. I just want to travel around the world and see the magic of every country.I just want to enjoy some day what God made.

Aurora

L’Encre de l’Oubli

Chaque nuit, les vagues griffonnent des secrets sur les rochers. Je les observe du phare, mes doigts tachés d’encre. Depuis que les lettres ont cessé d’arriver, j’écris pour elles. Des mots que la marée emporte au petit matin.
Hier, j’ai trouvé une bouteille échouée. À l’intérieur, un mot : « Je t’attends. » Une écriture familière, effacée par le sel. Mes mains ont tremblé en reconnaissant le paraphe. Le mien.
Aujourd’hui, j’ai compris. Les vagues ne portent que nos propres murmures, transformés en échos. La mer est un miroir sans mémoire.
J’ai jeté toutes mes lettres. L’encre s’est diluée, serpent noir avalé par l’horizon.
Maintenant, je guette les courriers qui ne viendront plus. Mes doigts sont propres.
Mais la nuit, quand le phare s’éteint, je sens l’écriture revenir, invisible, sur ma peau.

Élise Vogue

Lord Kitchener wants YOU!

One day, when I was looking at my “World Encyclopedia of Flags” on page 40, I saw a recruitment poster illustratred on that book saying: “Your country needs YOU!” and a general or officer, I don’t know what is it pointing at the viewer when you see it along with flags.-“Why is this man pointing at me?”-: I asked by myself. So I researched information on the Internet and I knew why he was pointing at me. He was pointing at me because he wants ME to join at the British Army! After that, I went to a Vexillological Association nearby the city. One vexillologist, called Alfred Znamierowski said that poster was from long ago. So I showed that poster at my English class. Everyone was impressed and the teacher was!

Hamood Habibi

Rich in love

Once upon a time one girl that her dream was to be rich. She worked every day so hard to be promoted and have a better salary, she was so obssesed with job and and she didn’t spend many time with her friends and family, but they still visited her and called her all the posible time. But one day they stopped doing this, but she didn’t realise. Her birthday days she was so happy because she was waiting a lot of presents and congratulations, but nobody did it. She didn’t do anything about work because in that moment she didn’t mind. But at night someone knocked the door… Was her family! In that moment she realised that she was rich, but not in money, she was rich in love.

Happy rain

El mentor

Cada tarde jugaba solo. Lloviera o nevara, no dejaba de lanzar al aro. Hasta que él apareció.
—Eres bueno, pero fallas el tiro en suspensión. Así. —dijo el joven del banco, y le enseñó a lanzar, a moverse, a no rendirse.
Años después, lo logró: la final, el estadio lleno, el último tiro.
Corrió a abrazarlo, pero sus brazos atravesaron el aire. Buscó en el banco, vacío.
Alzó la vista al marcador, y en la pantalla, entre la multitud, se vio a sí mismo sentado, observando a otro niño jugar. Esperó.

Anaribus yos

Gafotas

Era un día normal en el tren después de haber desayunado. Me senté al lado de una bella chica la cual me dijo que tenía una enfermedad muy devastadora y que necesitaba dinero para sus costosos tratamientos. Mi corazón dijo que si y por teléfono cada día nos hablábamos ella cada día me pedía más, pero yo más me enamoraba. Hasta que un día decidí volver a ponerme las gafas que en el tren me quite y me di cuenta de quien de verdad estaba dañado.

Gafotas

El Loco

Él estaba en un callejón escapando de algo, era algo que le estaba persiguiendo y causándole dolor, estaba con él evolucionando y persiguiéndole. Lucas no podía más, se quería morir, hasta que la cosa le dijo que no se suicidara y le hizo reflexionar. También vio que no tenía cuerpo y que era algo suyo, era su mente que le causaba todas las emociones ya sea buenas o malas.

Troton

De despertar en depertar.

Al sonar la alarma, salí instantáneamente del sueño como si llevara en vela toda la noche.
Intenté levantarme, pero la monotonía me lo impidió. Después de coger el último tren, tuve tiempo para enmascarar mi cansancio. Al llegar al cole, me senté en mi pupitre, y antes de darme cuenta volvía a sonar el despertador.

Richard waterson koke