SHORT STORY 3 - Murder & CES Don Bosco

Who is to blame?

10 am. The reception of the CES Don Bosco was crowded around something. I go carefully and see a bloody cadaver and Maria and Ana explaining to people what happened. I panic and decide to call the police. 

When the police arrive, Ana went to speak with them and five minutes later they leave the university. Ana turns around and said me:

-Isabel, are you stupid? Did not remember that today was the exposition of the Cluedo?

Correct...one again I had forgotten- I thought to myself.

Isabel Lanchares,

Madrid.

SHORT STORY 3 - Exam & Potato

A broken dream

I was going one year preparing myself for this exam:studing the teory, the practice exercises and learning english.  Finally, the day was come. After 40 people... it was my turn.

The examinator looked me with strange face and only could say :
-One potatoe can´t enter in the army.

 

Isabel Lanchares,
Madrid.

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