The truth?

I opened my eyes and I saw a lot of people running and shouting. A lot of survivers were hurted, so I got up and I started to help people with the help of other survivers. After a couple of hours, I managed to put together all the survivers. While I was trying to save lifes, a piece of the brohen plane hit me on the shoulder. Its was a desesperating situation and I didn’t know what to do.

After a week in the island the things changed a lot. We were all the survivers together, and all safe. We went to the jungle to search for food and water for all the people. We made a camp and every person had his or her tent. We tried to get by on with what we had because we thought that a helicopter or a boad would came to safe us, but after a month we realised that we would have to stay there longer than we wanted.

We stayed in the island two years. A lot of our friends died or they had lost in the island and we couldn’t find they. After all, we were only six survivers. We found a boat, and while we were going to it, the island vanished. We stayed in a very little boat since a big one found us and took us to a island where a lot of periodists were waiting for us.

This is what we told the periodists and all the people that asked us, but the real story isn’t this.

Pseudònim: Tintin

EL MISTERI DEL COFRE

Hi havia una vegada una nena que es deia Laura i era seu aniversari.  Li van regalar un munt de coses, però a ella tot li semblava poc.

Ella desitjava una festa d’aniversari, els seus pares li van montar una. La seva millor amiga li va regalar un cofre, ella no entenia el perquè.

Ella li donava mil i una voltes al per què. Va buscar per internet com fer servir un cofre. Va trobar una idea que era posar coixins dins i per aixì fer una mena de llit.

Després d’unes setmanes la Laura ja el va acabar, i va voler dormir-hi una nit. Aquell dia va tenir somnis molt estranys, com que viatjava molt lluny.

Es va despertar en un món molt estrany i diferent al seu. Allà hi va passar molt de temps, aproximadament un any. Que estrany oi, que els seus pares no s’haguéssin donat compte? A més ella els trobava molt a faltar.

Ja tornava a ser el seu aniversari. Per fi es va adonar que el més important no són els regals, sinó  a qui més estimes.

Pseudònim: LM

A NERVER-ENDING LONG TRIP

My family and I were at the airport to get on a plain to fly to New York for a week. After being there for two hours, we finally got on.
We were watching a movie about two twins who had been separated for eleven years, when we had a really big turbulence. We had to put on our oxygen masks and fasten our seatbealt. We all were very scared, we didn’t know what was happening. For a moment, I thought we were going to die inside that plane. All the flight attendants were trying to calm the passengers, but it was impossible.
After one hour of severe turbulence, we finally landed in the nearest airport. When all passengers had left the plane, there were lots of policemens, the told us something that I will never forget. Our plane had been lost, for at least, ten years.

Pseudònim: AG

Special Roses

OMG! It’s too late, I’m not going to make it to school! I was alone at home, my brother hadn’t waited waited for me.

I ate breakfast, I washed my teeth and I ran very fast to school. When I was running, everybody were looking at me.

Suddenly , I tripped on a rock. It dark around me. Unexpectedly, I saw a green light. There was lots of roses, all of them were different colours: orange, purple, blue, fuchsia… I saw a beautiful dragon but, it was covered in blood!  A spear was stuck in its torso. I didn’t know what was happening. Further away there was a lady-knight with a big helmet on a beautiful horse. In the horizon there was an amazing castle and… SLAP! I was in my comfortable bed, and it was very late, it was too a.m.

I thought that it was a dream but… What if it was not?

Pseudònim: HS

MY SUPERPOWER

Hello! I’m Marta and I’m special.

I am 16 years old and last week, my life changed radically.

I was in my secondary school, in my class, when I felt dizzy, I standed up and I fainted.

I wake up in a hospital, my parents were with me. I opened my eyes and i could read other peoples minds. My parents thoughts the doctor’s thoughts and he thought.

The doctor came and examined me, she said that i was really good and she said that tomorrow I would go to school.

Next day in school, I read the mind of all the people, It was terrible! Some students thought about me and I was depressed.

Next day, I’m fainted once more. When I stand up, i was in the hospital and I couldn’t read other peoples minds! I explained everything to my parents and they told me that i didn’t move from this hospital, It was a dream!

Pseudònim: AL

MANDAMIENTOS

Uno, dos no necesitas a nadie más.
Tres, cuatro en la casa tú estarás.
Cinco, seis no te atrevas a salir.
Siete, ocho tú sin mí no puedes reír.
Nueve, diez yo tus alas he de cortar.
Once, doce no me obligues a matar.

Pseudònim: Rita Rainz

CANÇÓ BRESSOL

Xic-xac tu ja t’has encoratjat.

Xic-xac cuidadet jo t’he avisat.

Xic-xac el soroll has encarat.

Xic-xac a la foscor tu t’has llençat.

Xic-xac i aquí sencer jo t’he menjat.

Pseudònim: Noor Karim

ELS GRANS DE LA HISTÒRIA

Tenia la nàpia més gran de la història. Res a envejar a la benvolguda Rossy.

Tot i les titàniques dimensions no era massa eficaç ensumant guisats o perfums elaborats. On sí que brillava era en la flaira d’emocions. Un dels seus passatemps preferits era assistir a funerals de persones desconegudes, eren sorprenents els misteris que s’amagaven darrera les aparences.

Col·laborava sovint amb les forces de seguretat. Anava amb molta cura d’amagar el seu do, disfressant-lo d’intel·ligència deductiva, doncs tenia por que el tractessin com un mico de circ si el descobrien.

El pobre no s’havia adonat que feia temps que el seguia una noia d’enormes pampes.

Pseudònim: Rusca Lleda

Els guardians de les idees

Cada matí em desperto amb una sensació de vertigen i angoixa. Espero uns minuts ordenant les meves idees… les repasso, les compto i, gràcies a Déu, no hi falta cap .-Sospir momentàniament alleujat i apretó a córrer per arribar al bany i donar-me una dutxa ràpida. És el pitjor moment del dia perquè em trec la meva gorra de dormir i el meu cap queda nu i exposat. L’aigua llisca pel meu cabell mentre jo m’aterroritzo per segons. En tres minuts estic llest, obro l’armari i em vesteixo ràpidament sense, realment, ser conscient dels meus actes. . Els meus ulls lliben per les prestatgeries i escullo el gris fosc d’ales curtes. El meu cor alleuja el meu batec a poc a poc, les meves mans deixen de tremolar. Ja estic protegit.


Necessito els barrets inevitablement, perquè quan penso molt es barregen i s’acumulen les idees dins el cap, es desbordan i cauen. Necessito barrets perquè els contenen i eviten que es perdin.

Pseudònim: Tara salas