I am a very little thing on a huge world, when I go out, I have to be so prudent because every day I see how my brothers and sisters are killed by a thing that we call “the feet”.
Menta
I am a very little thing on a huge world, when I go out, I have to be so prudent because every day I see how my brothers and sisters are killed by a thing that we call “the feet”.
Menta
Once upon a time there was a very short story, it was so short that it has already finished, the end.
Magmat
All this happened last summer when I went out to run some errands at the supermarket. When I was returning home, I decided to stop by a Starbucks to get some coffee and something to eat. When I was entering the place I spotted a beautiful girl reading in the corner, I instantly fell in love with her, but I didn’t dare to speak to her, I just ordered my coffee and went home.
From the on I would go every day to the Starbucks just to see her but I didn’t talk to her.
One day she just stopped coming to the Starbucks and I never saw her again, that day I realized I’d lost my opportunity.
Karain
Why? Why always us? Why does the coin always fail agains’t us? Why have we been trying for so long? Why do we never achieve it? Why don´t we surrender? Why do we have to go through this hell match after match? Why can’t we be normal? Why are we different?It’s simple, and most people won’t understand. We are from Atlético de Madrid. It seems a little thing, but we are proud of it.
Drinkwater
One day when I woke up, I went downstairs to the living room, but no one was at home. I caught my phone to call my mum because I was puzzled and worried, but I couldn’t talk with her. So, I decided to have a breakfast and later I went to find my mum and dad. I caught the 44 bus line to Manhattan because it’s where my mum works, but it wasn’t working because it was saturday. Then, I went to Mc donald’s because I was hungry and I saw my mum and dad talking to a weird person who was carrying some papers that looked important and my mum’s face was worried about reading the papers. What was happening?
Jose Parrales
Have you ever wondered, what would happen if a man could have the whole Earth and its riches?Someone would usually think that it’s the best imaginable life, but on a dark turn, the worst life possible. The meaning of human life nowadays is to share emotions, moments or even the riches someone has with others. But there’s no one to share anything with, sure there’s AI but it’s lifeless, emotionless and because of that meaningless.The truth is the last man would succumb to himself, first having fun, then being lonely. A cycle between those feelings until craziness strikes down his life.
Stick Stack
Since I was seven years old, my dream has always been to be a great actess. I wanted my father to be proud of me because he never cared of me. I remember my grandfather telling me that although I was a little caterpillar, I was going to be a beautiful butterfly. I never understood his words, I was very insecure. I always wore that mask that you can´t get out of. Now I´m here, behind a stage, although you are not with me, I now you are proud of me, grandfather, I am the butterfy I always dreamt.
Yellow butterfly
When I was little, I went to bed and something horrible happened.
I was asleep, but I woke up because I heard a noise. I stood up and I looked from all my house if there were someone. I could not see any person, so I went to my bed, and when I was going to close the door, I saw a boy with a hood and a knife. I was so scared, so I hid. The boy came for me, and he scared me. Finally, he was my brother doing a prank. I was so angry that I punched him so strong that almost I pierced his body.
Cristonel Messialdo
Una dona em mira amb ulls rodons i aquosos. Té el cap bonyegut, el coll llarg i prim i un cos curt i gros, estrafet. Al seu voltant una colla de criatures capgrosses i camacurtes, grallen com si fossin corbs. Es fosc i ple de gent que riu amb grans riallades de foll. Són lletjos i geperuts, o alts com un sant pau i esllanguits. Em marejo. La teva mà dins la meva, m’estires i correm fins que l’aire del matí ens copeja. L’avió ve rasant!Hem anat al Tibidabo, no hi havia tornat des de que era nena. T’has entestat a entrar a la Casa dels Miralls, i mira que a mi aquestes coses no em fan cap gràcia…
ESPIGOL
El sol s’alça a poc a poc, com si li fes recança fer fóra la nit. L’anuncia un cor d’ocells, alleujats per la matinada de totes les pors amagades dins les ombres. El aire és fi i l’astre continua el seu ascens amb un festival de rojos, taronges i grocs que omplen el cel. La ciutat mandreja i la remor de moltes petites vides que desperten omple els carrers.Pel damunt aquesta remor, un bramul insistent i enutjós. M’he passat la nit al balcó i ni aquí deixo de sentir els teus roncs de bestia ferotge. No puc més, t’estimo però vull dormir alguna nit. Et deixo amor, no és culpa teva, desitjo que trobis una sorda que et faci feliç.
ROMANI