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10. The bath of the night stars by: Maria Alonso and Santiago Paredes

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10. The bath of the night stars by: Maria Alonso and Santiago Paredes

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The house was getting very hot, there was no source of air. I needed a bath of the night stars to refresh myself. Since I got to this old town, they warned me about the dangers that were around the streets. I was admiring the dark night and the shiny moon, when suddenly I heard a laugh not so far away. Every step I took, the laughter felt closer to my ears, I began to feel chased. When I looked to my right, I saw a man holding a screwdriver, he seemed hurried. Was he going to kill me?

My protective instinct told me to get inside a construction that was at the next block, so I started running as fast as possible to see if he was after me. When I got there, I saw a hammer at the second floor so I grabbed it and didn't even think about it, I killed him.

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1. A one way drive by: Maria Inés Grajales and Andrea Luna

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1. A one way drive by: Maria Inés Grajales and Andrea Luna

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I’m getting used to this normal, repeated life. Every day happens the exact same things. I wake up at 6:30 in the morning, drink my cup of coffee, grab an apple, take a shower, grab my things and go to work. The bus stops at the same place, at the same hour every morning. There, I see the same three people, sitting in the same places, and the same bus driver. Gus, the driver, always receives people with a big smile, I guess he is the only person in the whole town who always tries and see the positive side of everything; Robert, reading, as usual, sits next to the window in the seventh row; Marcus, listening to his music, sits at the end of the bus; and Monica, my best friend, saves me a spot in the 4th row. We wait 17 minutes till we arrive at the office building, take our seats, work till 4:00 pm, take the bus back home, have dinner, take a shower and go to sleep. Everything as usual. Today my morning routine was the same, I grabbed my stuff and waited for the bus. It became very odd after 20 minutes of delay. I can’t recall the last time this happened to me; I actually don’t know if this has ever happened in my life. The day was greyer than normal, the breeze was cold and it looked as if it were going to rain. Finally, the bus arrived, at 8:10 am, 35-minute delay. I entered the bus, but Gus didn’t have his usual smile, he was just facing forward, waiting for me to enter, he didn’t even look at me. I walked inside and looked around, no one was there, the bus was empty. The driver didn’t move until I sat down. I was getting colder and colder, I could actually see fog outside in the streets and some on the floor of the bus. It felt like an endless drive, but I was too afraid to ask where we were going. I looked at my watch and saw that time had not changed since he picked me up. Still 8:10 am. I was starting to get worried. Everything became colder and colder each time, the bus started to increase its speed, the fog covered all of the bus windows, nothing could be seen or felt. I started getting dizzy, and then dizzier and dizzier until I could only see black. No memory after that. I don’t know if it was a dream or not, but I woke up I don’t know how much later in someplace I’ve never even seen before. I was laying down on the grass, people I’ve never seen before were staring at me. Gus was standing next to me, with a worried face, but changed as I stood up. I saw some familiar faces, but many were unknown. Monica ran and gave me a hug, she told me she was so very worried, that I’ve been missing for months, no one knew anything about me. I was told that Robert and Marcus had found me, speaking nonsense they said. They were very surprised to have found me in the middle of the woods. If it weren’t for their morning jog, they wouldn’t have seen me. Everything looked, smelled, and was different. Monica, Marcus, and Robert were dressed differently after everyone else left they told me they needed to tell me something. We went to a cafe nearby, and in our way, I noticed that the cars were old and vintage. When we arrived, it was empty, the waitress was also dressed differently, it almost looked as the whole city was living in another era. My friends seem nervous, we ordered a milkshake and after our food came. My friends warned me that I needed to be calm, I took a big breath and then they started talking. I couldn’t believe it myself, but something inexplicable happens to us when we took that bus. Somehow we time traveled to the past. We’ve been months in the year 1950 without knowing how to return...

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2. The Magic Island by: Lizete Gonzalez and Natasha Delgado Bosch

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2. The Magic Island by: Lizete Gonzalez and Natasha Delgado Bosch

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It all started the day we met, it was in a club at night, I was asking for a drink when I saw him, with that fierce look and awesome smile, I lost my breath. We talked for a while and noticed we were meant for each other, so 2 years later we got married. Our greatest passion is traveling, but not anywhere, only the most unknown and magic places. One day,  after coming back from one of our trips, we got a letter, it was from an abandoned island in the middle of the pacific, we didn’t really understood what the letter said because it was in a different dialect, but the only thing we were sure of was that we wanted to go to the place where the letter was written.

In the way to the mysterious island we started to see that the sea was becoming  as we got near to our destination, we were so confused, but that didn’t make us turn back, we continued the trip until we knew what was in that island.

After days of being at this red sea and almost running out of water and food we finally saw the place, it was so beautiful, with so much plants and red waterfalls, and they were some people living there, and they were making some kind of celebration at the waterfalls, there was so many people inside the waterfall drinking the red water, so after we saw it was drinkable we tasted it, it was wine, the most nice and wonderful wine you could ever taste, it was like a miracle; but suddenly, after having this beautiful moment, the people making the celebration started to get nearer and nearer to us until they were in our noses, we were so scared, suddenly, one of them starts yelling at us - “tum yahaan kya kar rahe? ho tum kaun ho?” - we got even more scared and didn’t said a word, so he man got even closer and tried to touch us,  until my husband yelled  -”stop!, let us go!”- suddenly a woman holding a child in his arms and with a calm look in her eyes told us -”you... who... are?”- we finally got a little more calmed and told our names out loud - “Michael” -,-”Rachel”- , the eyes of the lady brighten up and told the crew something we couldn’t understand, then she hold my hand and showed me a road, at the end of the road there was my name carved in a rock, i was the chosen one.

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3. Deadly Castle by: Cristopher Jardon and Sofia Casal 

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Where a beautiful garden lays, deep within the castle; lots of luxurious but lonesome bedrooms await for an elegant party that can be described as the complete opposite of simplistic.  The butler patiently waits for the king to sign the final arrangements for the party’s ornaments.

“Mr. Pennyworth, can you please explain to this…”

“moron is the correct term you are looking for sir.” said Mr. Pennyworth politely

“...this morons who really is in charge”, continued the king

"Maybe I should call off the party, nothing is  going according to my plan"
"Don't worry my lord there should be no doubt in leaving the party planning in my hands" replied Mr. Pennyworth with no existing fear in his voice.

After hours and hours of planning and problem solving from the loyal butler that had been in the king's life for decades now, years of working for a greedy king who is  in fact good for nothing, that is why it was so important to Mr. Pennyworth to have that party, it would be in there, in front of everybody: Mr. Pennyworth was going to kill the king.

The party had been going for hours and the king was finally at his throne watching over everyone important to the kingdom. As the butler, filled with rage, walked towards the king with nothing but his will and a dagger. When suddenly out of nowhere he stopped as soon as the king's daughter ran into the arms of her loving father. After that there was no other option for Mr. Pennyworth,  someone had to die.

He stared, as if the answers were going to fly into his hands, the more he waited the mire rage he was filled with, still no one was expecting his next move: he took the dagger with both hands and inhaled for one last time before plunging the sharp object into his stomach. As he dropped dead it was like if no one cared until the king ran across the crown to get to his loyal servant. For the last time they were face to face, staring into each other eyes, but no one said a word.

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4. The Protector.                 By: Benjamín Chávez and Pablo Abaroa

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4. The Protector.                 By: Benjamín Chávez and Pablo Abaroa

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“All aboard!”- pronounced the captain of the train, as the wheels began to spin and the smoke came out of the machinery. The place was full of different people, but none of them looked like they could hold the information he looked for. As the man looked out the window at his side, his vague thoughts would constantly divert back to the task at hand. He got a minimal amount of information in his briefing, but, as an experienced spy, he was certain he would find what he sought. A young woman sat at his left; she didn’t seem particularly suspicious, but talking to her would set him off in a good track.

“Good morning, I see that you’re taste in literature is quite fine”, he said, as he beckoned the book that rested in her lap.

She turned and looked the man in the face judgingly, but said nothing. After a while, she took a sip of her coffee, and proceeded to open her book.

“You don’t seem much of a reader yourself”, she said as she began to shift through the pages.

“Well, that’s an interesting assumption that you’ve made, but also quite inaccurate”, he said, “I happen to know of a passenger in this train that shares a similar interest in literature to our own, but I haven’t met his acquaintance. Do you happen to know something about him?”

“Not really; I can’t see how you could find someone with such a vague description, and I happen to know no one in this ride, so your chance with me is slim”, she answered, “Maybe you should just look for someone holding a book, considering that that’s what you’re looking for”

The young woman said these last words conclusively, and her attention drifted back to her book. While she suggested that the man should look for someone with a book in a rather sarcastic manner, what he needed to do in order to find what he looked for was exactly that. He knew that the information he was looking for was in the hands of a person who held a specific book, and he also knew the words he needed to say so that the carrier would give him the intelligence.

He got up from his seat and started towards the rear wagons of the train. As he walked past the wagons, few people, he noticed, were carrying books. Most of them were accompanied by their families, however, and none of them seemed to take much notice of their surroundings.

In the previous to last wagon, a lady in the front row caught his eye. Dressed with a dark coat, she held a wide book in her hands, and seemed to be looking around her uncomfortably. The seat next to this woman was empty, so the spy cautiously sat at her side.

“Good morning, I see that you’re taste in literature is quite fine”, he said once again, this time to her.

However, the lady didn’t seem interested in the remark, and simply responded with a “Good morning”. The spy was nearly certain that this was the woman he was looking for, but every time that he addressed the passenger besides him, his inquiries would be thwarted, and it seemed as if the coated woman felt harassed by his presence.

After a while, the spy gave up hope on this lady, and moved on to the final wagon. There he found multiple people carrying a book with them. The spy sat next to the closest man with this particular characteristic and, once again, inquired: “Good morning, I see that you’re taste in literature is quite fine”. The woman to which this comment was made seemed pleased by the spy’s approach, and began excitedly talking about the book she carried. However, as soon as he made this remark, another woman, this one with dark, curly hair, that sat two rows behind him suddenly got up from her seat and moved on to the next wagon. She happened to be carrying a book with her.

The spy didn’t bother to bid farewell to the man at his side, he only barely apologized, and immediately got up from his seat to follow the one he suspected to be the messenger. He went through several wagons until he finally caught up with her, as she entered one of the compartments near the front of the train, one that was empty. He entered the room, and she seemed to be already waiting for him.

“Good morning, I see that you’re taste in literature is quite fine”, he remarked once again.

“My taste in literature is not as refined as though it was nurtured by remarkable knowledge”, she responded. This was the answer that he knew would come from the messenger. She held the message he was looking for. But the next thing she said was quite unexpected, and left the man startled: “I’m sorry, but you’re too late”

The sound of a gun clicking struck his ears, and he felt as someone pushed the barrel against his head. He turned, slowly, and came to face a young woman. The same young woman that sat beside him at the beginning of the ride, the one that drank the coffee.

“Are you looking for the same thing I am?”

“I was looking for the same thing, but now that I am in possession of the information, I’m no longer looking for it”, she said, “There’s a distraught woman on this train. The intelligence I’ve acquired suggests that it’s your new mission to execute her. You don’t look like much of a killer yourself, but it’s my job to protect her, and I willprotect her”

The man began to think about his next move. He could act surprised, and pretend like he didn’t previously know his mission, but she wasn’t a fool. The spy was fearful that he could lose his chance to complete his mission if she got in the way, so he wanted to tread carefully. He knew he had half expected for this mission to end with him having to kill somebody, since that was a big part of his job. He had gained an advantage for his mission when she mentioned the “distraught” woman, however, since he believed he had met her acquaintance a few moments ago when he looked for the messenger; it was the coated lady in the previous to last wagon who looked (what the spy could now interpret as) fearful at her surroundings, the woman who’d avoided his questions.

The messenger stood up from her seat, and began to move away of the compartment. She addressed the young woman with a slight nod, and left.

The spy was not only that, but a killer as well, but the woman was a protector. The protector still held a gun against his head, however, and, as she held the high ground, it allowed for a moment of conversation between them.

“It must be quite soul draining to have to kill for a living”, she said, “I hope that you’re able to sleep at night thinking about the people you kill, about their families”

“You don’t know what it’s like to do what I do; you don’t know the sacrifices I’ve made and the scars I’ve gotten from protecting my honor and reputation by doing this job”, the killer said.

“Who cares about your honor and reputation? You should be striving to do the right thing, even if it’s against your job!”

“What about you? Do you ever consider that the people who you protect are bad people? People who don’t warrant your protection? I’m only sent to kill after people who’ve done bad enough things”

“No matter who you need to kill and how many things they’ve done wrong, they should be held to the law, not killed off the grid. The woman I’m here to protect does not deserve to die.”

For a brief moment, the protector seemed to go through a moment of hesitation and doubt as she mentioned the woman. The killer took this as his chance, and with a sleek move he disarmed the protector. With the gun out of his head, he rushed out of the compartment and headed towards the previous to last wagon, searching for his target.

The train was coming to a halt as they reached the next station, and as he got to the wagon he was headed, people started getting up from their seats, obstructing their way. The train stopped completely, and he was able to go through the accumulating mob of people as they began to descend.

The killer reached the wagon, and he saw the woman whom he needed to kill all alone, and she seemed to be waiting for someone. Usually, before having to kill someone, he would get the reason why the person needed to die in the information he acquired, but this time he hadn’t received this intelligence. Her apparent innocence, and her fearful expression made him hesitate for just a moment.

He shook his head and took his pistol out, pointing it at her, and he aimed.

A blast was heard, and the killer fell to the ground. The protector had reached him just in time, and she went with the lady. The last he heard of anything before he died, was as the young lady embraced the woman and cried of relief, and said only one word: “Mother”.

Then, for the killer, everything turned black.

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5. The Small Boy by: Johanna Schindler and Juan Pablo R.

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5. The Small Boy by: Johanna Schindler and Juan Pablo R.

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There was a kid called Roberto, who was new in town because of his parents work, he moved  to Spain. He thought he could start all over again and have new friends, but it wasn't that way. In school he didn't had any friends even though he tried his best to fit in, but the problem was that he was different to the rest of them, he was really small and  everyone made fun about it. But no one really knew that he had health problems. It was a heart disease and it didn't let him develop as a kid of his age should have. He started to be depressed and feel fragile because no one take him seriously even though he reported it several times with the school and his parents. He always told them the same thing: “Everyone in school makes fun of me, I don't like it here.” and he always got the same response: “You are small from the outside, but big from the inside, you can handle everything.” But he didn't thought that words were true, he didn't felt strong enough to continue. So one day he couldn't handle it anymore and he decided to harm himself in order to find death by jumping of a bridge. He succeeded and found what he was looking for.

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6. The Last Night by: Regina Zelayaran and Rodrigo Espinoza 

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6. The Last Night by: Regina Zelayaran and Rodrigo Espinoza 

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A big deal in between Michael and George was going to be concluded. Stephanie, Michaels wife knew about this so she decided to organize a dinner for them. They were very excited about this. George arrived to the house of the Browns with a bottle of wine. During the dinner they started talking about the last details of the contract when suddenly george confessed something that he shouldn't said.

George: Oh yes, and my other partner…

Michael: What? I'm your only partner!!

A big discussion in between them started until suddenly everything went out of control, Michael attacked George with an unexpected object and when he realized what he was doing it was too late, George was already dead.

Michael didn't know what to do so he started to call his wife in a desperate way. She ran to the kitchen and stayed in shock, she said

Stephanie: Why didn't I came before, this would not have happened. I heard everything but I didn't want to get into your business and look what happened, I can't believe it.

Crying she started cleaning everything with a sponge, specially the object used to attack which was a fork.

The neighbors were hearing the fight and a lot of noise, they were wondering what was happening and decided to call the police.

Meanwhile inside the house Michel was wandering all around, thinking was was he going to say, he had an idea and told his wife to memorize some things and when they both learned the same version of a fake story the police arrived and they let them in.

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7. The sad day by: America Trujillo and Andres V

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7. The sad day by: America Trujillo and Andres V

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On a dull rainy afternoon, Javier walked lonely to his apartment on Main Street. “This is so depressive” he said. “Even the sky makes me want to cry”. As he kept walking, a small river on the side road took away his shoe which ended up on the sewer system. “Well, at least the drain sound relaxes me”. That day as he arrived home, he decided to make a big change in his life. “ I’m going to leave this horrible place and begin a new life”  He dressed up in the most elegantsuit he owned, packed up his bags and left his building. With a smile on his face, he bought the most expensive ticket on the train station. He sat down and slowly fell asleep with a champagne on his hand. “Finally going to my favorite place, the beach”

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8. The Cub and the Man By: Adriana and Paola

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8. The Cub and the Man By: Adriana and Paola

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Once upon a time, a tiger was born on the highest mountain of earth. One day, a very strong earthquake made the mountain tremble, which resulted in the cub losing his mother. He found himself on a steep part of the mountain, hanging on to his life. He saw no hope, but a while later, volunteers who went to the mountain to rescue injured animals and people, found the cub. Because the cub was so badly injured, he was transported to the best medical center for wild injured animals in that country. During his stay, he became domesticated by the caretakers and found himself very friendly with humans. He was really pretty, which caught the attention of a multi billionaire. He picked up the phone and dialed the care center number.

Mr Billionaire: Hello, is this the animal care center?

Lady on the phone: Yes, how may I help you sir?

Mr Billionaire: I heard the story of this tiger cub that is really pretty, I would like to see it as soon as possible.

Lady on the phone: Of course sir, tomorrow would be perfect.

He went to the medical center to meet the cub and he was convinced that he would be a fantastic pet. The cub will be later named Simba, in honor of the greatest lion of all times. Pedro, the multi billionaire, took Simba home for his new life to begin. When they arrived home, to his super modern mansion of a lot of billion dollars, Simba felt safe and could finally sleep in a little bed at his own bedroom. He was happy. But a nightmare woke Simba up and he began to cry so loud, that he began to annoy Pedro. So, Pedro understood that a Tiger was a lot of responsibility and decided to let him be free on his natural habitat.

When Pedro released him, he realized that another tiger was looking at them. It was Simbas mother. And everybody lived happily ever after.

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9. Heroin at schoolBy: Rodrigo Fernández and Diego Flores

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9. Heroin at schoolBy: Rodrigo Fernández and Diego Flores

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The most remarkable moment of high school, was when my friend Jonathan licked a shoe’s tongue, he just kept saying he loved how it tasted. That wasn’t a big deal though, however, later that day the antidoping results came through, by which detected Jonathan was dependent on heroin. The principal called him to his office and said to him: “You’re a big disappointment for this school, and you are getting expelled”, and so it happened. Since then, Jonathan hasn’t been the same, and he know steals people’s shoes to lick their tongues.