Everyone thinks I’m with her.
She thinks I’m with someone else.
But I’m always with him.
He’s always watching me, taking care of me,
observing me.
I can feel it, his presence.
Before I could see him, hug him, feel him.
But since that Saturday afeternoon, everything became a memory.
And the memory became an empty feeling.
They say time heals everything, and it does.
That empty feeling slowly becomes a calming sensation.
The one you feel when you look at the sky,
or when you look at the sea.
That’s when you feel it the most. Him.
Observing, protecting, just above you.
From the stars.
Him. My grandfather

Rainy days

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