L’instant

Recordo el soroll sec i metàl·lic. El teu xiscle i l’intent de frenada davant la tragèdia. Uns segons abans somrèiem despreocupadament. Tot es reduí a fatídics brams i mirades esgarrifoses. El moviment dels cossos lluitant contra l’imminent impacte. De sobte, el món s’aturà durant un curt i profund instant.

Les veus dels que observaven desde fora atemorits em despartaren. Veia el teu cos immòbil inclinat cap endavant. La teva cara pàl·lida, els ulls mirant-me dolorosament, la boca entreoberta i el teu braç reposant damunt les meves cuixes.

Desorientada vaig acaronar el teu rostre fred. Les llàgrimes m’ofegaven i un dolor extrem impedia acostar-me per abraçar-te. Jèiem juntes per darrer cop. 

Pseudònim: Puntí

Tocar el cel

Havia plogut la nit anterior i la claveguera anava plena. L’aigua baixava amb força i en Johann veia  les rates passar pel seu davant, arrossegades per la corrent. Eren enormes, més grans que ell, però no li feien por, ja  s’hi havia acostumat, a elles i  als seus ulls vermells, que brillaven en la foscor . El soroll de l’aigua era ensordidor, però en Johann no sentia res, pensava només en com sortir d’allà. Portava massa temps entre aquelles parets humides i fangoses. Entre les reixes, molt pel damunt del seu cap, es filtrava la llum blanca i neta d’una lluna plena, la nit era clara i el cel immens. De sobte, balancejant-se en l’aigua,  un objecte blanc imprès amb lletres negres. Era un petit vaixell de paper, fet a la seva mida, sòlid i esperançador.  Va agafar la seva maleta de pell, i  va saltar, aterrant fermament dempeus en la proa, a babord.

Pseudònim: MOD

SILENCI

Silenci. Salt al buit. Milers de paracaigudes col·lapsen el cel. Però malgrat tot, silenci. Moviments descompensats, que dibuixen una coreografia no assajada. Cadascun té l’objectiu d’arribar a terra, i un cop hi arriben, esclaten. No criden. Es fonen entre ells en un mar uniforme. Tots vestits iguals, no els diferencio, però cadascú té la seva personalitat, les seves peculiaritats. No tenen presa, baixen en una suspensió que se’m fa eterna, però tots saben que el seu fi està a prop. I malgrat saber-los efímers, el que més esgarrifa és aquest profund silenci. Paradoxal inquietud. Cel emplomat, bellesa pura, immaculada. Petites unitats que es configuren en un tot quan s’integren. Cada floc és màgic i incert. Neva, i penso que, de bon tros, la música que més m’agrada, és aquest silenci.

Pseudònim: Suricata

Life of a mobile

I am a mobile phone and I always have been in Mary’s hands. My best friend. The life of a mobile is very short but I thought that this friendship would be forever.

Mary was a lovely girl, she was so funny and fascinating. We used to enjoy texting with her friends and with her handsome boyfriend. Mary loved me and I loved her, she told me all her secrets and I never betrayed her. But then, that awful day arrived. I fell in the street and my screen was broken, it looked like Mary was going to repair me but that stupid mobile came out on the store. The mobile was very modern and fast and of course, Mary bought it, Mary never used me more.

There have been three months since I haven’t see the sun. I am in a drawer or that’s what I think. I believe I won’t see her again. I have to finish the story, I am low on battery.

Pseudònim: Paralalolo

Nuketown Reveng

A few years ago there was a city called Nuketown. It was always sunny
and bright but one day the Russians attached it with a Nuclear bomb. It
was horrible! The people ran aways and the houses were destroyed, but
I didn’t Know what happened because I was 5 years old. I didn’t see my
parents again. Now I’m in the UK with my Uncle, and I’m in the Army to
go to Nuketown, because it’s a City at war. My mission is to recapture
the City that now is under the control of Russians troops.

The first day I had a lot of energy, but when the day’s were ending, and
we always had to do the same thing I started to be a horrible person and
a little bit silly. Two years later the UK army told me that I had to stop
doing this because I would be crazy.

Pseudònim: Jack

Robin Hood

It was the year 1213, the streets of Nottingham were in full decline, all the money of the population was invested in the “Crusades”, the war against the Arabs. This story is based on the life of a noble, called Robin Hood, he lived near Nottingham in Sherwood Forest in his mansion.
The problems started when you go to war. When he returns almost four years later, he finds himself without his house and without his wife.
Then, see what they were doing to the population, he and a friend begin to take justice into their own hands, they begin to steal from the court to give it to the poor, during all these events the leader of Nottingham hardened more with the population, more money, more brutality. At the end of everything Robin and his allies steal everything and flee into the forest like outlaws, and live the rest of their lives.

Pseudònim: Lebron

THE NERDS

In the 1990’s everyone was using Walkman’s, teenagers were listening the Oasis, Nirvana or Metallica. One of those teenagers was Mikey Foster, who was 14 years old. He has 3 friends: Lucas, Thomas and Jimmy.

At high school nobody wanted to go with them because the other teenagers considered them a group of nerds. Mickey was feed up about that situation, so he had an idea, create a band of Rock.

Now the band, THE NERDS is one of the most famous rock bands in England. The band composed by: Lucas as the bass, Thomas as the guitar, Jimmy as the battery and Mickey as the singer they are one of the youngest and famous bands of the history of Rock.

Pseudònim: THE PALACE MEN

BFFs

It was a blissful and friendly water droplet, in the beginning she was alone, but one day she met a plant. The plant was childish but with time and droplet’s company the plant became stronger and clear-headed.
Another day she met a little fish, he was very funny and quickly became droplet’s best friend. Over time, droplet made many friends, and although they fight over being with droplet, in the end, they understood that she was a friend of everyone. One day droplet met a child, he was happy and smiling, so they forged a new camaraderie. After some time, the child turned into a boy.
Every time that droplet was with another friend, the boy was furious. There came a moment in which jealousy consumed him, and so that nobody was with droplet, he drank it.

Pseudònim: Waterboy

BETTER THAN ANY MOVIE

Camila was a girl who loved watching movies and TV shows. That’s probably because she thought they were better than her own life. Camila’s mother was an actress who was never home. She didn’t have a father, he left when she was little. She did have some friends, and high school wasn’t that bad, but still she preferred how life was like in the movies. Her friends often tried to take her to a party, or even to the mall, but she preferred staying at home, watching The Notebook or Notting Hill.

But one evening, her TV broke, so she went to the cinema. While carrying a bowl of pop-corn, she crashed into a handsome guy. As an apology, he offered to take her out to dinner, which she accepted.

What Camila didn’t know, was that that beautiful guy would turn her life upside down, making it way better than any movie.

Pseudònim: Rosalía

VOLAR

Sóc a casa, envoltada pels meus germans, que no paren de fer xivarri. Miro d’amagar-me en algun racó, però és difícil, en aquest espai tan petit on vivim. 

Ara sento la mare, que arriba cansada, però contenta de veure’ns. Porta el sopar. Els meus germans se li llancen al damunt i jo m’espero que es retirin per fer-li moixaines i menjar el que han deixar per a mi. 

La mare m’ha dit avui que aviat haurem de marxar de casa, que ja som grans. Hem de començar a fer el nostre camí tot sols, diu.

M’atanso a la vora del niu i miro els arbres veïns, el Parc Central i els humans que caminen per aquell camí serpentejant que va d’est a oest. Sembla mentida que aviat els podré sobrevolar jo, tota sola, deixant-me portar pel vent i la sort.

Pseudònim: Merla Bou