EYE-OPENER
And there I was
As if it was not me, as if everything around me seems to happen and I had nothing to do with it, as if I were dead ... as my mother. My mother
.... the person who made me laugh when people
gave up trying... Or when nobody cared... Everything had the appearance of a dream:
condolences, hugs ...
And, all of a sudden, I saw her. I saw her almond-shaped eyes and her hair in a braid. She blurted
out sorne strands of hair from her braid, providing her a grubby air. But ...
What
was she doing here? She. The class nerd. The teacher'
s pet. Classmates usually taunt her and almost always
manage to make her feel ridiculous.
Okay....What I really
want to put into words is that,
I reckon I had some thing to do with pulling her leg and trying to convince her she makes a fool ofherself. The abominable stinky repulsive glasses
that she is used to wear ing, their quiet-conceited attitude...
It is
NOT my fault.
IT IS NOT MY FAULT.
In Second High School,
everyone behaves in the
same way with her. It
would be weird ifl did not,
wouldn't it? D'you
know what I mean?
But none of those who called themselves elose friends were there, not even the normal ones. But she was.
And she was staring
at me.
Then, at that very moment,
I felt an unexpected warmth
through my body. She approached slowly while looking at me.
-So sorry, Tomas.
In the end, for the first time since knowing about my mother' s death, I no ticed moisture
on my face.
I was crying.
by Elena Espinosa
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THE CALL
A sharp noise broke the silence. The alarm clock
had gone off exactly at midnight. The already sleepy boy, jumped
out of his bed and listened intently.
He could hear his father snoring. The entire house was tranquil.
He put on his robe and sat at the table.
With rapid movements, he spread out the cards, and lit the candle next to the empty glass.
He then checked
the old book borrowed from the library.
All its instructions have been followed carefully. Now everything was ready for Ouija.
All of a sudden, he heard a horrifying noise. Where had it escaped
from?. It took him only 5 seconds
to discover the source: the glass was shaking!. A terrible thought
crossed his mind. A wicked
spirit was there
in the room with him! His heart started to beat furiously
as his blood pumped through
his throbbing head. The following
seconds seemed to go on forever. The noise had stopped. Slowly
but surely, he calmed down. Nothing happened
in the next interminable moments
so he blew out the candle and went back to
bed. Under the warm blankets,
he peered fearfully into the blackness
for hours. Eventually, he fell asleep:
too many emotions
for a night.
As soon as the first sunlight
brightened the room, he woke up. He felt absolutely
exhausted and all his muscles
were both stiff and aching.
With the light of the new day, the previous night's
event seemed unreal
and ridiculous. Everything had definitely been an awful nightmare.
Calmly, he looked over the room.
The wax ofthe candle had poured on the table. The drops had formed random lines. Actually, they were
almost words. Gazing at the lines,
the blood froze
in his veins. A scream
tried to exit his throat.
There was no doubt. A word was clearly written:
HI!
by Francisco Sacristán
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WHO CAN THIS MAN BE?
Sheila was coming
back home after spending ten hours at the hospital working as a nurse.
She felt absolutely tired because it had been an awful
day. She
arrived home and after a light meal,
she decided to go to bed even though it was still too early. She fell asleep
quickly.
She had left her parents'
house to set up a new life in a delightful small flat. Sheila
had been living
there for just two months
and obviously she did not know her neighbours. For that, she felt astonished when at 7 o'clock in the morning the doorbell
rang.
She woke up asking herself." Who the hell calls at this hour"? She got up and her surprise was massive when through the peephole she saw that there was a man who was naked!! Who can this man be? Sheila wondered
as she looked at the stranger
standing at the front door.
Sheila went back to be but five minutes later, the doorbell
rang again. She did not know what to do if calling to the police or to ignore it. She decided to take another glance
and then, she saw the man was trying to open the neighbour's door with a piece of carton .
In that moment, Sheila realized he was her neighbour and immediately she opened the door and offered him a bathrobe.
He was extremely
embarrassed about the situation.
Eventually, he explained to her that he had confused the toilets door and the street one. The ashamed
man gave her an apologize and then phoned a locksmith.
by Joanna Gonzalez
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THEPHOTOGRAPH
It was 1961, one ofthose summer days which 1recall with nostalgia, at that time 1 was about eight.
1 don't know whether the Fate had prepared that occurrence or not, but it happened.
1was playing with my favourite plane in my grandparent's garden
(where 1 used to spent
innumerable hours) when it dropped out of sight, without hesitation 1went on the trail of it to recover
my toy. To my amazement
the storage room (where my naughty plaything
was hidden) was opened and 1 took the chance to explore
the room. There were loads of antiques
from battered furniture to crumbled books, after a while 1realized that the plane was between
two boxes, one of them was slightly
opened and 1 uncovered it. In the interior there was an ancient photograph, it was taken somewhere in the garden and there were three women sitting
on a bench as well as a young man wearing a uniform reclined
on a tree. It was that man who leaded my eagemess to fmd out more about him, 1had the gut feeling that he was staring
at me. 1was sure my
grandmother would know further information about the photograph. Consequently, 1 searched
her and at the time 1 was giving her the
photograph 1asked:
-
Granny, who are those
in the photograph?
- Don't
you recognize me? Of course
not, 1 am too young here... this was our first photograph, it was around 1919. Yes, that spring was unforgettable since the war had finished.. . Mother wanted to immortalize my siblings
and me...
-
So, the young manis your brother,
isn't he? And I guess
he was a
soldier in that war ...
-
How do you know he fight in the war? I've never talked you about him. Besides,
he was dead when the photo was taken.
-
No, he is right
here ...- At the instant I pointed the place where I saw
him a moment ago 1realized he wasn't there.
by Alba Gonzalez
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