SHORT STORY 2 - Murder & CES Don Bosco

The damn Nun

                         
CES Don Bosco, 24:00 h.

 

A strong wind. The blinds move. They are all sitting in the sofa with the popcorns. Something will happen, but ... What? Suddenly the sound of that music that we all know that means there will be a murder. They cover their eyes. Murderer appears. Suddenly, a Nun slice their neck one by one.

María Hernández Solís,

Madrid

SHORT STORY 2 - Exam & Potato

 Hot potatoe

It was summer; I played with my friends, waited nervously to arrive and when it came, wanted to pass as quickly as possible. That mix of emotions, impatience, nervousness, despair. Hot Potato was very exciting. This time I was alone, there was no potato or no friends, I was in a room, surrounded by people and with an exam ahead. He was the hot potato.

María Hernández Solís,

Madrid 

SHORT STORY 1 - Exam & Potato

The mistake of the similarities

It's a difficult day. Today is the Cambridge exam. I feel nervous. Very nervous. I'm delirious and I'm hungry. I have a great hunger for all kinds of potatoes with gravy and even raw potatoes. I have to concentrate, but I can not. Hunger is superior to me.  

Teacher arrives. A teacher like a potato, the same form, I'm sure. He presents himself, he says the rules, he gives us the exams and I start writing.  

Halfway through the exam I raise my hand to ask a question and he throw me out the exam offended.

Reason? With the nerves, I called him “Mr. Potato”.

Ana Paz Díaz,

Madrid

SHORT STORY 1 - Murder & Ces Don bosco

 Murdered Father

 

As every Friday, I went to see my boyfriend at his university, CES Don Bosco. To my surprise, when I arrived, I saw a crimson red path. It was not precisely formed by roses or carnations. It was a path of bloody footprints. I did not care, I thought it was a decoration. I saw Erik far off. He was holding a knife in one hand and in the other the head of his French teacher. Before fleeing with the head of my father, he said me: "Forgive me, he flunk me. "

Ana Paz Díaz,
Madrid 

MF 3 - M.THATCHER

  Falklands ... A bloody story!

   - Dear son, we win sure! - Said an Argentine to his firstborn. Hopeful soul’s warriors that collapse to see their country surrendering one June 14^th. Argentine governments falsifying while UK is becoming victorious. So many families broken in grief. Children without parents, mothers without children. Death of 255 British troops and 3 Falklanders during the 74 day's match. A catastrophe of April 2^nd, 1982.

Ana Paz Díaz,

Madrid

MF 2 - M. THATCHER

Without farewells

-Thank’s Daddy! Thank´s for the tickets for the mach!- said Tommy.

After much time waiting, finally the day came, the 29^th of May of 1985. In spite of the rapidity of the Tommy’s father, they ended imprisoned against the soccer field, because of pressure of thousands of fans.

The excitement of that day ended with the death of 39 fans, including Tommy and his father. None of them could say “goodbye”.

Isabel Lanchares Bardají
Madrid

MF 1 - M. THATCHER

A tear in the window

"It´s a new day. Is thinking about his life  path to work. Feeling lucky, lot of people is worse than him, at least he has a family, his children's smiles and a job that satisfies his hunger and pays his bills. See the lock and the closed sign. Everything changes."

 

María Hernández Solís,
Madrid.