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Write your unexpected story in 150 words exactly below, in this column

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You are going to write a flash fiction in 150 words like the British author David Gaffney. Here is an example of his flash fictions:

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You are going to write a flash fiction in 150 words like the British author David Gaffney. Here is an example of his flash fictions:

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HE SAT IN the Photo-Me and read the instructions. Tilt you head to the side or sit at an angle. Point your shoulder towards the camera. He tried all this, but couldn't relax. He looked as though he was holding a contorted poise for an invasive medical examination. His face wore the expression of a startled comedian trying to look zany. Then he saw the sign. Keep taking your picture until you are happy. He stayed in the booth all day, striking a pose, taking the picture, looking at the preview screen, starting again. But each time the morose face staring back said the same thing. There is no escape. There is no way out. You can get a travel card, but you'll never get away from me.
"Until You Are Happy", from Sawn-Off Tales, David Gaffney, 2010

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Dans ce cours, les professeurs d'anglais Mélanie et Laurent proposent de s'exercer à l'écriture avec l'aide de David Gaffney et James Mark Miller, des auteurs de micro-fiction, des histoires ne dépassant pas les 150 mots.

Retrouvez le support de cours en PDF.

Les conseils pour écrire une micro-fiction
How can we write flash fiction?

Think about the premise of your story and then develop it into a plot. To do this: start with the end!

Focus on what the reader really needs to know about the character. Do not include too much description.

Create gaps that the reader will be able to fill.

Do not make the story too practical. Keep some poetic or figurative language.

What makes this story "effective"?

It starts in medias res.

The focus is on the actions & emotions;

The verbs in the simple past move the story forward.

Short sentences and frequent line breaks increase the suspense.

The familiarity of the situation makes it relatable.

The repeated use of the definite article "the" increases the reader's allegiance.

There are gaps for the reader to fill.

The external narrator is omniscient.

The writer plays with the reader's expectations.

Proposition d'activités
Writing workshop
He awoke in the night...

Use this opening line to write your own text
Step 1
Think about your ending
Step 2
Think about how you are going to get there: PLAN YOUR STORY

Choose a tone, the characters and the narrative voice, the next actions.

Introduce a problem.

Remember your ending.

Step 3
Start writing: CHOOSE YOUR WORDS

Picture the scene in your mind.

Mind your conjugation (preterite or past prefect).

Use precise words.

Step 4
Give a voice to your character through direct speech / indirech speech

Mind the punctuation.

Choose the right speech verbs / BE + ING to provide an explanation about an action.

Let the narrator speak for the character.

Step 5
Play with the reader's expectations
Step 6
End the story: surprise the reader

Let the reader reconsider the whole story & make their own interpretation.

Start a new line to increase the surprise.

Share your stories on Twitter & Instagram avec #flashfiction ou #englishfiction
Réalisateur : Didier Fraisse

Producteur : France tv studio

Année de copyright : 2020

Année de production : 2020

Année de diffusion : 2020

Publié le 17/06/20

Modifié le 17/06/20

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Dans ce cours, les professeurs d'anglais Mélanie et Laurent proposent de s'exercer à l'écriture avec l'aide de David Gaffney et James Mark Miller, des auteurs de micro-fiction, des histoires ne dépassant pas les 150 mots. Retrouvez le support de cours en PDF. How can we write flash fiction?

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The night falling slowly, I am in my bed, and looking at the sky from orange to black. From clarity to darkness.  I am waiting for a friend. In my dream, an evil monster tooking me my lucky, a little necklace. My friend promised to bring it back to me, he come only at night, he can’t support the clarity and the sun, so I deliberately left my window open. I am waiting but he’s not coming. Mom always tells me; I have a too big imagination and I just lost my necklace. Slowly, I am falling asleep. My dream is in a forest, I find my friend, and we talk all night long. He has my necklace and he gave it to me. I wake up in a burst, the window is closed. I touch my neck; my necklace is here. You see I’m not crazy, sweet monsters exist.

The necklace

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A young couple ran out of gas in a misty forest at night. They decided to walk to the next town. On the road, they saw bodies of dead animals and they heard footsteps coming from the forest, both of them were frightened. After 2 km, the storm rumbled when the couple saw parts of a human body such as arms or legs on the ground. They started to run and the sound of footsteps coming from the forest accelerate to come closer. After more than 30 minutes running, the couple stopped and everything became calm : no more thunderstorms and footsteps. A car arrived in the distance and the man stood in the middle of the road for help. The car hit him violently and the driver got out to shoot the man in the head. The woman was cut alive on the spot, the road had turned red ...

The forest

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It's 2:56 a.m. Amy woke up with a start, panicked by the nightmare she'd just had. She drank a glass of water from her bedside table, got up, went downstairs. Suddenly she saw a shadow passing in the living room, only problem, she lives alone since the death of her father. An engine noise drew her attention in the garden, she didn't want to believe it, but yet that's exactly what happened at the beginning of her nightmare, in which her father killed her with a sharp knife. She looked at her hands and counted her fingers to make sure she was dreaming. Unfortunately for her it was not a dream, it was real. She hurried upstairs and called her best friend, John, to make sure her nightmare didn't come true. When he picked up the phone, Amy was distraught. He realized that the game had gone on long enough that she was really in trouble, so he revealed that he was the one who had put something in her drink to celebrate Halloween properly.

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At a full moon night, the farmer harvested wheat. It was when he was alone, in the countryside, in the darkness of the night. In his little tractor, he just heard the creaking of this machine, as if there were only this and himself in this world. Once out of gas, he had to continue with his luminous scythe. This scythe had the advantage of pushing back the darkness. While harvesting, the farmer finally met somebody. Tall and extremely skinny, he didn’t move. He had a scythe too. Cursed of a powerful demoniac scourge, the farmer’s scythe didn’t repel it. It was her twin sister. They were so different, but so connected together. He turned to face me, with his big red eyes, and the fear invaded myself. The sister breathed in between them, and the scarecrow breathed in my soul. I left my body, I left the world...

The cursed scarecrow

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She came back into my room. She was very tired. She scrambled across my bed and slipped in. She didn’t see me and probably didn’t hear me. I didn’t know whether I was dreaming. I  could  feel her slow heartbeat and her body touch me. She turned  on the TV, however she turned down the sound not to wake up our children. I had never lovedanyone so much. She watched the same program as every evening. She saw on TV that a killer had  been seennear her neighborhood. So she went to her windows to close them. She checked that the door of the room was locked, and decided to put on her pyjamas. So she opened  the wardrobe. And she saw me on the ground. She screamed and cried. At that point, I realized that I was not dreaming and that I would never see her again.
The Dream

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Xavier went back from his work, exhausted. He just wanted to sleep, therefore he sprawled on his bed, when something knocked at the door. The thing was crying like it died a thousand time, waking up again to live the same torments. And now, it was his turn. As he was thinking, the screams were making him sicker than ever. He had to make a decision.Slowly,Xavier took a big breath and started to get close to the door. As he was doing it,Xavier felt his heart going faster. It...It was his time ! He had to free this thing ! Actually he didn't have any choice,didnt he ?
He opened abruptly the door. Shaking, he said : "Sorry, no time to die ! I have work tomorrow." He closed the door and stayed so silent that we couldn't say who was dead anymore, waiting for the thing to eventually leave.

No time to die

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The shopping bag :

I saw Eva enter the bus carrying a huge bag with the brand of a luxury store. Surprisingly, she looked desperate, even if she had probably had a shopping day.

“Hi Eva, how are you, did you go shopping ?”  I asked.

“ No, I was walking my friend’s poodle, in order to go shopping, when it had a heart attack and died suddenly” she answered sadly.

“Oh, I’m sorry for your friend “ I said, shocked by her answer, “but why have you such a bag ?“ I asked.

“ I didn’t know how I could carry the dead poodle, so I entered the nearest store, to ask for a bag.” she explained.

After her answer, I understood all the situation, and why she seemed so stressed and desperate. To take her mind off things, I changed the subject.

A few minutes later, I noticed that the bag disappeared…

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Bloody GPS! The windscreen wipers are cleaning the windshield, but their effects are useless. Yann is a doctor; it’s midnight and he is lost in small street. The weather is very bad. It is raining cats and dogs and it is also very windy. He doesn’t know the city; he is searching for a patient that called rescuers few minutes ago. Suddenly a shock, a woman hits Yann’s car, he doesn’t see her with this storm. He tries to rescue her, but she is in a coma. He decides to bring her to the hospital. Do you know her? Who is she? Where does she come from? Yann can’t answer these questions from the nurse because he never saw this woman before the accident. The woman wakes up and just say: “Hello Yann”. Yann screams loudly, he falls and hits the ground. He finally wakes up from this very strange nightmare.

Yann

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The door opened, "who are you?", he questioned, "I am your niece". "Come in, don't mind this room with the red door, you are not allowed there." So later, full of curiosity, she opened the door... It was full of bones and corpses! She felt something sharp behind her. "I warmed you, do not open this door, now, you will join them for Eternity my little sweetheart". She took an umbrella, hit her uncle as hard as she possibly could and hid in the wardrobe. "I know you are here, come out now and it will be quick..." Desperate she ran out and he tried to stab her. She felt the cold and spiky blade cut her skin, yet she was outside the house. However, she heard barking, and saw a dark shaggy demon looking animal. A second later, it jumped on her and bit her to death.

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He struck the lamppost for the third time. Again, he thought, it was always this same lamppost. Just at the corner, and he couldn't avoid it, no matter how hard he tries. It attracted him, just like an invisible force. He tried, day after day, to pass it without hitting it, however, the street lamp seemed to be spirited, with its one sparkling light eye, and walking towards him. He decided to change his route, still, he walked down the same street by accident and struck the same lamppost an other time, over and over again. It became an obsession, a challenge, he thought about how he could escape, destroying it, pass by it while running. It became a necessity to understand why he always struck the lamppost, and to stop this strange  attracting power. Eventually, he struck it one last time, merged and became the lamppost, with two lights.

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Sofia and Diana were good friends. They were invited to a gala but Sofia didn't have any valuable accessories. Her best friend offered to lend her a necklace.
The next day Diana needed her necklace... But Sofia couldn't find it anymore.
She told Diana that she lent it to another friend, and that she would give it back.
Sofia searched the whole house...she couldn't find it. At the jeweler's, the necklace was worth $10,000.  She couldn't buy it from him and sold all her furniture, did some work... Sofia had become a peasant : lost her status and her best friend.
A few years  Sofia decided to tell him the whole truth... Diana laughed at her and said that she should have told her the truth. The necklace was a counterfeit : she had bought at the market....
Lina H

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My eyes were open and I could hear the sound of the sea. The sound from the waves hitting the rocks behind my back . The sky was blue and the clouds were crossed. I was tired, I refused to close my eyes. But if I closed them I didn’t know what would happen next. Afterwards I just looked straight ahead. My arms didn't move, but I felt the warmth of the sand around my body and the sun of my skin. In the distance, there were children bathing. They were playing in the waves. In front of me there was a cliff so high that you could see the top. Yet I was at the top of this cliff a few moments ago. But now I found myself on the ground, my head bleeding and my bones breaking. I was going to die soon, I didn't know. But I was smiling.

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He starts walking toward the barely lightened street. He looks behind by anxiousness but sees nothing. He continues his walk as he suddenly hears a strange noise coming from behind. He looks again but sees nothing. He continues his walk… A minute passes, he hears a silent whisper; he looks behind and sees that one of the streetlights is gone out. He begins to get anxious; he starts walking faster. As he hears a voice screaming, he looks behind, all the lights are out, it is pitch black. He runs over panicking and screaming, he hears a voice behind him, continuously repeating “where do you try to hide”. He stops out of breath. He catches his breath and looks around everything seems normal now. He starts walking toward the barely lightened street. He looks behind by anxiousness but sees nothing. He continues his walk as he suddenly hears a strange noise coming from behind. He looks y again but sees nothing.

Fear

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Every day she wakes up in a completely closed room. There’s only a bed and a graphics tablet.  She always loved to draw anything and everything. It’s her world. She manages to dive into her drawings to explore them. If she wants to ski, she draws snowy mountains, if she wants to go swimming with exotics fish, she draws a sea. However, she feels lonely. So that she wonders if she's always been locked up. When she draws people to talk with, she remembers a past life. She sees herself as child with her father who plays in the park of a big city. She enjoys the good time she spends with him. But the truth about her enclosure lockdown is that her father sent her into a space capsule to save her from the end of the world. All her drawings she explored are an invention of her subconscious.

Draw me a World

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I was walking down the street when at the corner of the road, I saw a pretty little thing approaching me. She looked all alone and maybe needed some company. I saw she was tired maybe after a tiring hunt. I asked her why, but she did not answer. I took my earphones out of my pocket and sat against the tree she was next too. She was very pretty and looked her very curious passion which was lying down anywhere and enjoying the sun on her back. She climbed on the tree, without ending the conversation, and started to sleep. Sorry my little thing, there is no rest for the wicked, money does not grow out of trees. I stood up and said, “God I really love cats!”.

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“Did you know you could see monsters by staring at you in the mirror for 5 minutes? Indeed, the Italian psycholog-“ *click* Chloe turned off the radio. “Stupid journalists…” she sighed, “let’s play some music instead.” As her favourite playlist began, she sat comfortably in her bathroom, grabbed her liquid foundation and a brush to apply it. After that, she drew a thin dark line along her lashes, and finished her eyeliner as sharp as a knife. That was her favourite part about make-up: feeling like an artist, playing with colours… A bit of lipstick, shade n°13 “Bloody Mary”, and she was all done. Chloe stood up, looked at her in the mirror, puzzled. “I need to get a new lipstick, mine is fading a little.” she thought. Before leaving the house, she took her knife. “It’s time to find my new Mary…” she whispered smiling, ready to kill again.

BLOODY MARY

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One winter evening, when silence reigned and the cold was most intense, little Lucie was alone in her house, looking through the window. Suddenly she heard a strange noise. She turned around and unexpectedly she was in the forest next to her home. The sounds of the forest were impressive for the little girl. Then she saw a white light coming towards her, it took her breath away for a few seconds. When that light was too strong for her to look at it, she lowered her eyes and passed out. A few minutes later, she woke up, she was in her bed and heard a voice downstairs saying, "Come my child, rise up and come to see me, fear nothing ! ". Her heart thumping, she was slowly walking down the stairs when she felt a bag being pulled over her head and a cold hand clutching her throat.

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It all started with a bag forgot in the locker room.

A young girl walked to the locker room long after class was over. She had a strange feeling of being observed but as soon as she turned around, no one. Once in the locker room, she took her bag and went the other way, her foreboding not leaving her. In the middle of the corridor leading to the exit, she felt pressure on her right shoulder, then nothing. She began to run towards the exit but never made it, she was carried back by the feet. She screamed, but no one could hear her because classes was over. The next day, no trace of her, until a couple goes behind the building during the lunch break and saw her: dead, a stake in each limb as well as in the heart, her eyes still open with overwhelms with terror.

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She was looking for it under the leaves, behind the plants and near the flowers. But there was really nothing to see. She sat down and she thought about the situation and wondered if it was not just a nightmare and if she would wake up in a few minutes. She said to herself endlessly that it was not possible.Then she had an idea and she asked her friends for help. But after long hours looking for something untraceable, her friends gave up one by one. They thought that it was over and that it would not appear again. But she did not give up. After a long time looking for something invisible, she sat down silently. She looked at the garden, observed the sky and the shape of the clouds. And suddenly she heard and saw it. She knew she had finally found what she was looking for.

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A boy had loved a girl for a long time. The only person who knew this was his best friend who behaved strangely when he talked to him about it. When they were in school, he told her the truth and they ended up together. At the same time, he had not seen his best friend for a while. Then, he finally saw him again, he looked pretty fit, happy, he behaved as if nothing had happened. Two months later, it was the holidays, he wanted to spend more time with his girlfriend but he couldn't find her anywhere. He thought that she might be doing sport. Later, he tried again to reach her, nothing. He went to her house and found her lying dead on the floor . When he turned around to see if there was anyone, he saw his best friend holding an ax and smiling at him.

Strange love story

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Five minutes before the dance performance began: Ella got ready backstage. She felt stressful and lost. Her body was trembling, she wanted to run away. Ella kept questioning: why was she there? It's time for the show. Ella was getting ready to take her usual place in the back when she saw that the ballerina in front of her was missing. Ella was forced to move right in front of the public. Her worst nightmare became true. The music " Physical" started. She was no longer afraid to make a fool of herself and she was having a lot of fun on the stage. Unfortunately, she made a mistake. She'd gone left instead of right. What a disaster! To her great surprise, their following steps were perfect. Ella felt free. She let herself go and made a magnificent finale. She was proud. From that day on, she never doubted herself.

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A young woman walking one day, at dawn in a forest made an atypical encounter, to say the least. As she stooped down to harvest medicinal plants, she felt a warm, moist breath against her calf. She then realized that it was a wild animal and therefore should not make a sudden movement. Slowly turning around, she found herself face-to-face with a sublime wolf with anthracite grey coat which was dotted with many slightly darker grey horizontal lines. The woman was surprised at another physical feature of the animal, indeed the wolf had a crescent moon among its hairs, right in the middle of its forehead. But what really drew her attention and made her look at it more thoroughly was its crystal clear blue eyes conveying brightness. Human brightness.

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She hears a door’s slam like if someone get in the room. She turns the light on and see a woman.

-          “don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid!”

-          “Who are you and what you are doing here?” reply the afraid girl.

-          “I’m not here to hurt you but to tell you what the future reserve to the human.”

-          “Well what will be the future then?” she says with annoyingly.

-          “To begin, Australia is burning and that cause more than 1 Billion victims. Then the United States will attack Iran, maybe we will through the world war three. And you have a pandemic. But again, it’ll be minimized by the fact that people destroy statue of famous people because they have enough of racism. Oh, and I ‘ll spare you the details about natural disasters!

The strange woman goes – “Oh, one more thing: good luck!”

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That cop was good. Despite my lead, he caught up with me.  He didn't have a gun, but I did. How could I not kill him? I don't know how to shoot, it seems. We fought and he won. He thought I was knocked out, but I was waiting for a good opportunity. I was able to get rid of him, but he was able to handcuff me to him. If only I could take off his handcuffs! The desert vultures could eat his corpse. That's it, they're starting to eat him. Just a little more and I'll be free. The policeman's arm is all gnawed off. Free!... but I can't move. A vulture is approaching me. Go away! It stings my flesh, no pain. It's eating my liver, I feel nothing. I can only watch it devour my body until it eats my eye Why? Because I was dead.

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It’s the story of a guy, who is around 17.

He tried to sleep, but his father is snoring, so the boy tried even harder and harder to sleep.

The guy made sleep about half an hour. He woke up, cause of the snoring become louder or closer. Then he get to the kitchen, where he took sleeping pills; back in his bed, he gulped the pills and drank a glass water. His phone rang, so he looked at it. The snoring had stopped, the father texted him he couldn’t come home before at least one or two hours.

The boy began to freak out, then the snoring was just next to him, and that is when he realized that the snoring was actually a groaning and because of the pills, he began to sleep…

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It was on a snowy day, night was beginning to fall, and I was alone outside in the cold.

Children were making a snowman , Christmas was a magic time, I smiled when I saw them. I was happy for them, but at the same time, I was sad and jealous. Nobody made a snowman with me. Suddenly, a little voice told me: "What if we cut the snowmen's heads with that saw?" The children could probably be mad at me, but I couldn't help it. What if the snowmen came to life ? And all of a sudden, one snowman looked at me with an evil smile. I thought he was angry towards me, given that I had cut his head and the children ran away, so he became alone by my fault. But I couldn't just stand by and do anything, I took my sharp knife and I killed him.

Maureen Linard, Cindy Scremin, Joseph de Weijer, Kalima Bassey

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Joey was walking the streets of New Orleans. It was midnight and the sky was gray.

If Joey was walking in the night, it was because he was looking for John, a friend or rather an ally. Suddenly, music rose from a dark alley behind him. Joey turned around when a group of three people came out of a door in the alley: a woman and two men, each armed with a gun. He looked at them, they looked at him, and both sides understood. They started chasing Joey, who ran faster and faster.  When they got to Bourbon Street, Joey climbed up a ladder and scaled to a roof, but they kept following him. A shot was fired. Joey avoided it and that's when he saw him, a tall guy with a cap: John. Joey ran towards him, grabbed his arm … "Game over" appeared. Joey won the game.

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Mélodi Kutluturk, Büsra Kumcu, Rayane Lamouche, Alexandre Leclerc, Gabrielle Gil, Néfissa Toufir, Inès Goguet and Kalima Bassey

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Mélodi Kutluturk, Büsra Kumcu, Rayane Lamouche, Alexandre Leclerc, Gabrielle Gil, Néfissa Toufir, Inès Goguet and Kalima Bassey

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Miss Oxi was walking down the street when suddenly, she felt observed, she turned around but she couldn't see anybody. She was having trouble breathing. She heard a noise. She started walking faster as she was getting really scared. Someone was following her but she didn't have the courage to turn around. Suddenly she was hit by something at the back of her head: it was a teaspoon. Maybe it was her imagination, but NO there was a teaspoon on the floor She picked it up and looked at it carefully: something was written in tiny letters at its back."It's tea time" And then she remembered: she had a tea party half an hour ago: she was late!Suddenly, she saw a man with a top hat who looked a little bit "crazy" ,he had a dog and he looked terribly familiar.He smiled and told her : "You're late my dear ALICE!"
Alice's Adventures in teaspoon land

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Jack lives in a cabin in the woods. As he woke up to drink, he heard the sound of footsteps on the gravel, slow and heavy. Jack looked out the window and he then saw a large shadow at least two meters high, walking strangely. No one could have known there was a cabin here because the road is ten miles away. Jack was hiding in the dark, but he was sure the shadow had looked him straight in the eye before continuing slowly towards the door. Without even having the key, the stranger opened it. Jack phoned the police and explained what was going on. Footsteps on the parquet floor came closer to the only bedroom in the chalet. Sounds closer and closer: the floor, the handle, the door! It was then that through the telephone handset, the police heard three words before a scream: it's a monster !

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It had already been two months since we bought our rabbit and guinea pig. They were five months old that day and my guinea pig was no bigger than an adult hamster. We bought them a rack so they could eat hay all the time, a cabin and games. The rack was attached to the cage and had wooden bars very close by. But when we went to feed them, the rabbit was alone. So we looked around the cabin, under the blankets and the toys, but the guinea pig had disappeared, while the cage was closed. It was a very stressful time because she was not to be released in the house. There was no way to find her and she was so small it was mission impossible. It was not until two minutes later that we understood: she was hidden by the hay in the rack. Surprise !!

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The teachers and staff from our school have voted until July 6, 2020 and chosen the best story in each category. See the results below (click on each picture to zoom):

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The teachers and staff from our school have voted until July 6, 2020 and chosen the best story in each category. See the results below (click on each picture to zoom):

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He kept on racing, his heart pounding wildly. Don’t stop. Don’t turn around. Don’t listen. Reach grandma’s home as fast as possible. Shout for help.

He was running as fast as he could, and praying God to spare him from the predator. The beast was getting closer ; he could see its gigantic shadow eclipsing his own, frail shadow on the ground. Tears started rolling down his face ; he had been running for what seemed an eternity, and his legs could not carry him any further. He could feel the monster’s breath behind his neck. " I’m going to die. Goodbye granny. " he thought.

" Makin’ an old man like me run like that, ey, kid ? ", he heard. " Don’t wan’ ye’r property ? " He turned around ; the old baker gave him back his leather wallet, which he had forgotten on the brass counter.
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