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V Alzina My contribution to the chain story

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V Alzina My contribution to the chain story

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The teacher, then took a deep breath and said “I’ve been offered a ew post far away from here. And this week, it’s going to be the last one I stay with you” One of the students asked

“who’s going to take over you place then? That can’t be posible” “Is that fiction?” said a girl who was usually sleepy “that could be fiction, but it is not, Darling” “some times reality is plain and so simple” said Cheri. Mary stared  Cheri and asked “ what is going to happen with all the started projects we have?” “you’ll goa head with the person who takes over me” Mary thought it was imposible and stood up, went to the blackboard and took a Little piece of chalk…

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Luis Miguel Sánchez Sáez/ My contribution to the chain story

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Luis Miguel Sánchez Sáez/ My contribution to the chain story

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"What's the matter with you today, Mary? You look rather worried?" the teacher asked.

"Oh, it's nothing, just that assignment you gave us last Friday. I think I got carried away and the story makes no sense at all. Writing a story is far more difficult than I thought." Mary answered.

"Really? It can't be that bad! Let me have a look at it." The teacher said as she took Mary's notebook in her hands and started browsing through Mary's story. "Aha...mmmmm....mmmm. So, in a nutshell, your story is about a girl who was left home alone with her sisters and a pervert neighbour, at night, by her parents, who usually forgot to turn off the TV in their bedroom, and went on a drinking spree instead of picking a crazy grandma, on an overnight pass, up from the asylum, so the grandma had to walk her way -5 kms- to their house and broke into it through a window to look for some odd pills to take and ended up almost choking on a 3-year-out-of-date cookie before vanishing into thin air. So, they looked for her in a godforgotten room upstairs where the girl bumped into a book that reminds us of Alice in Wonderland and then..." The teacher stopped it there and looked at Mary in the eyes, inquisitively. "Am I right, Mary?"

Mary blushed, she felt unbearably ashamed. Feeling her teacher's eyes piercing through her so intently was so disquieting. She looked down and in a whisper answered, "Yes, that's it, Cheri!"

Cheri patted Mary's head gently, Mary looked up and smile and Cheri smiled back at her, "Yes, it's a bit too much for my liking but,...so what? Who cares? It is perfect, it is just fiction. Why should anyone expect fiction to be logical? Fiction is fiction and anything is possible, the writer is The Maker in that world, it is the writer that sets the rules in that world, you may like it or not, but that's another story. Don't forget that, and keep it in mind whenever you read fiction."

Mary thought about it for a moment and couldn't help saying, "But there must be some kind of logic in everything."

Cheri turned back, gave her the same look again, clapped her hands and said, "Things may not be what you think they are in the real world either, Mary. Never take things for granted. There is more to things than appearance." Then, raising her voice a bit she shouted, "Children please, may I have your attention for a moment. Listen to me, there's something important I do need to tell you." She took a hankie out of her handbag and...

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Javier Garcia Colomo / My contribution to the chain story

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Javier Garcia Colomo / My contribution to the chain story

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As she jumped off the window, she discovered that the red and white little dots on her pyjamas turned black. She realized that all this world that she was living in, was all a dream!

She didn't neither call the 112 nor visited the library. She was dreaming about what would her world look like if she was a child again. The day she suffered a bad headache when she was a teenager at Gardandale Elementary school. That day, she went back home, laid down in her enormous bed and fall asleep.

All the books she had read that year at school where all coming alive and transporting her into a fantastic world... But what she didn't realize until that time was that...

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Carmen Soto / My contribution to the chain story

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Carmen Soto / My contribution to the chain story

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The midday found her tapping absent-mindedly on the computer keys as if she were rethinking the story to find some kind of logical explanation. The reading of the shared tale had brought her back strange memories which she couldn't put into words.

A sudden chill ran down her spine and she began shuddering uncomfortably. Trying to calm down, she glanced away from the screen for a while and skimmed over the room in search of something that could help pull herself together.

The room was a mess: a tray with some left-overs on the bedspread, a dirty tracksuit lying sloppily on the back of a chair, some books scattered all over the floor... Her mother was right. It was a complete mess.

Suddenly, one of the books on the floor caught her eye. It was open to a random page where two underlined words stood out: "Follow me." -they said. The words reflected on the windowpane pierced by the midday sunbeams. Then, a strange force made her briskly open the window and, forgetting she was still wearing that childish pyjamas, she jumped out into the unknown.

Image "Electric vs. Nature" by Chelseyy Rayy

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Eva Gutiérrez/ My contribution to the chain story

"Had it all really happened? Was her grandma actually choking before she disappeared?"... "It can't have been real, it must have been all a terrible nightmare...", she reassured herself. But still one question lingered in her mind...."Who called emergencies in the middle of the night?"

Feeling a bit light-headed and reeling at the confusion in her head, she sat down at her PC and set about doing her homework... "What was the assignment for Creative Writing?".... "Ah, yes... contributing to her class collaborative chain story...".

Still wearing her too-childish-for-her-liking pyjamas, she clicked on the link and, to her astonishment, there it was: the weird title of the story in progress...."The Princess in Pyjamas" while her mother went about the room grunting something and complaining about an excruciating headache.

"I won't repeat it again! Tidy your bedroom at once!", she yelled. "Oh gosh, I think I had one too many last night..." and having said that, she left the room and left our little princess in a warm plush pyjamas to a story that could have well happened to herself.

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Josué Bernal / My contribution to the chain story

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Josué Bernal / My contribution to the chain story

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She was silent for a while, stunned. Then she went upstairs to her room and turned on the computer. Knock, Knock, Honey! said his mother. Are you there? Yes, mom, come in,

What's wrong?, Asked her mother.

Nothing mom, why?

I do not know, you ... Well, It doesn't matter. By the way: Yesterday there was a call to 112 on the phone. Do you remember anything about that?

It was a terrible shock to Paulina. If it was a nightmare ... how could keep that phone call? and why Tania had the same nightmare?

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Voices sounded far away,,, she
woke up but didn't know where she
was.......... until it sank in that all
has been a nightmare......... She
went upstairs jumping for joy
............ There was her nanny.......,
sleeping placidly. She didn't want
to wake her up......so she kept
silence..., she wanted to grasp this
moment.............her nanny
sleeping....... she knew for sure that
she'd miss her one day, she'd miss
her nagging ....., her voice, her
slurping the soup, her look, the
smell of her skin,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Afterwards, she went downstairs
,,,,,,,,,, and switched on the TV..,
the phone rang,,,,, it was one girl
who she usually hang out with.......,
she told her about a nightmare that
she had the night before and a
shiver went down her spine., it was
the same nightmare she had

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Voices sounded far away,,, she
woke up but didn't know where she
was.......... until it sank in that all
has been a nightmare......... She
went upstairs jumping for joy
............ There was her nanny.......,
sleeping placidly. She didn't want
to wake her up......so she kept
silence..., she wanted to grasp this
moment.............her nanny
sleeping....... she knew for sure that
she'd miss her one day, she'd miss
her nagging ....., her voice, her
slurping the soup, her look, the
smell of her skin,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Afterwards, she went downstairs
,,,,,,,,,, and switched on the TV..,
the phone rang,,,,, it was one girl
who she usually hang out with.......,
she told her about a nightmare that
she had the night before and a
shiver went down her spine., it was
the same nightmare she had

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BEATRIZ CABRERA PORTILLO/ My contribution to the chain story

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BEATRIZ CABRERA PORTILLO/ My contribution to the chain story

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Pauline got closer and closer to the mysterious book in the middle of the little room. Suddenly she notices the book contained a curious image: an old lady and three girls...

Little by little she was getting more anxious since that picture on the book made her suspect something wrong was happening: was she just a fictional character from that storybook or rather was she having the same experience as that Alice who saw fast rabbits and thick-haired tail cats?

"Yeah, that sweet Alice created by that Lewis Carrol, the book granny used to read us three. This is what is happening to me..." . "This is only a dream or maybe a nightmare, that's all..." Pauline thought.

However, poor Pauline was wrong, since the set of strange events did not come to an end... Now, one book fell down from the shelves opened by a page with two underlined words: FOLLOW ME...

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Verónica Banegas Font / My contribution to the chain story

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Verónica Banegas Font / My contribution to the chain story

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The door creaked. She was trembling, but finally when the door was open, she could check that the room was empty, nobody inside. What a pity! She thought that she was crazy, and all the events of that night were created by her imagination, or maybe, it was a nightmare.

Suddenly, she noticed that there was an open book on the floor. She got close, fear turned into curiosity. She loved reading, as her grandmother, who read her a book every night when she was alive. And indeed, it was her favorite book, that so often she asked her to read it again and again.

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María González / My contribution to the chain story

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María González / My contribution to the chain story

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It could not be true. Suddenly, grandma was gone, there was no sign of her. But ... where had she gone to? How she disappeared without anyone noticing?

Desperately, Pauline started running around the house looking for Philomena, her lovely Granny. She meticulously examined each and every corner in that big old house without success. She was vanished.

Suddenly, she got an idea! She remembered the little room that was on the top floor where her sisters, grandma and she used to spent long periods together when Philomena lived with them. It was a kind of an enchantering library jammed of old books. She must be there.

When she was in front of the door, she first breath in deeply and then she started to open it carefully...

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- Pauline: Oh mummy, you're completely drunk! I always tell you that I hate seing in this way. But now daddy too. It's incredible. And these horrible cookies...

- Mother: What wrong with my oatmeal cookies, Pauline?

- Pauline: Look at you mother, mummy! she is drowning because of you.

- Mother: What are you saying, honey?

- Pauline: Yes, mum. Your cookies are outdated three years ago. And look at this showcase. It's full of bottles.

- Mother: But, there are also many juice, even tomato.

- Father: Don't worry, my princesses, the doctor is here.

- Doctor: Where is the patient?

- Pauline: Right now, she was there...

- Mother: I was sensing. You lost your grandma again, Pauline.

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- Help!, help!. My grandmother is in danger. A piece of cookie made her choked - said Pauline sadly.

- Do not worry!. We are going to there right now - said the doctor.

When Pauline hanged the mobile up, she heard a huge fuss in the street. She looked at the window and she saw her parents. They were singing and dancing.

- Oh, my God!. They are absolutely drunk - Pauline muttered breaking in tears down.

- While their parents were going to open the front door, they were surprised by a great siren. The ambulance was coming. They looked at each other and they said at the same time. What is happening?.

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Verica Kovacevic / My contribution to the chain story

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Verica Kovacevic / My contribution to the chain story

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"Granny! ... Granny!...", Pauline screamed again and again, while the grandmother was choking and becoming blue in her face.

"Call the ambulence", finally wispered the grandmother.

Shivering and trembling, Pauline picked up the phone, but... What is this? There was no signal.

"What shall I do? I don't know. Help!"

The grandmother was lying on the floor, practically breathless, moving her arms and legs frenetically, as if that was going to help her get the cookie out of her throat. She was trying to say something to the girl, but only strange voices came out of her mouth.

Suddenly, Pauline remembered she had left her mobile phone charging in her room last night. She dashed into the room, grabbed the phone and dialed.

"112... How can I help you?"

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César De León/My contribution to the chain story

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César De León/My contribution to the chain story

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...but she was voiceless (she had gone to a "One direction" concert last night and she became aphonic, speechless).

The person who was there, standing behind her was...her grandmother.

"Calm down", her grandmother said: "I won't hurt you".

Pauline whispered, trembling: "I thought you were in the asylum, grandma; what are you doing here?"

The old lady explained that, once a month, in the asylum they organised a contest and the first prize was the chance to get one free night and, against all odds, she was the winner this time. The problem was that no one was waiting for her when she came out from the asylum, so she had to walk five kilometres to reach the house. It got dark during the hike.

Once in the house, she was not able to find the keys and the doorbell didn't work, so she tried to enter through the window and she fell and hit her head. She was trying to find some medicins when she found her. "Could I have a cup of tea, darling?", she asked, and both of them went to the kitchen.

They were enjoying the conversation, remembering the old times when, suddenly, a piece of cookie stuck in grandmother's throat. They were in trouble again!.

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Manuel Castaño/My contribution to the chain story

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Manuel Castaño/My contribution to the chain story

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She couldn´t wait any longer. She breathed deeply and started going upstairs very slowly. When she got to the upper floor, she could see a flickering light coming out under her parent´s bedroom door. But...they were not at home! She peeped carefully through the bedroom´s keyhole and realised that the telly was On. Very bravely, she opened the door and got closer to the TV. It was one of those late comercials programmes where an extremely friendly guy shows how well his knives cut. She switched off the telly and...Suddenly...Someone tapped her on the shoulder. She screamed loudly...

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Carmen Juárez/My contribution to the chain story ...

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That was too much for her! Definitely, something wrong was going on. Someone was making those smooth noises. They were not the creaking sounds of wooden planks, not the light touch of bare feet walking on the floor, they were similar to whispering or hissing soounds. Could there be someone talking in their sleep? Might that be the wicked old neighbour next door sneaking through their windows again, murmuring that hideous and unspeakable gibberish she used to say?

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Angela Izquierdo/ My contribution to the chain story

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Angela Izquierdo/ My contribution to the chain story

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She closed slowly the fridge´s door while her heart was beating over ninety beats per minute, she could not breathe, she wanted to pay attention to the noise upstairs. Maybe, was one of her sisters awake? She did not safe at home that night, she had a disturbing feeling.

Pauline waited for a while until to open the fridge again, and pick up the milk but suddenly she heard the same noise in her parents´ bedroom. That house was not the typical creaky house. What was going on? Was it just a coincidence? She breathed deeply and gathered her courage...

Image from: rock.rapgenius.com

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Fernando Hidalgo / My contribution to the chain story

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Fernando Hidalgo / My contribution to the chain story

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What could she do? She didn't want to wake up or disturb her sisters. She made up her mind looking through the window. The wind was blowing and the trees were moving left to right. The light of the moon allows her to see the garden. Then, she saw something moving behind the bushes. Was it a rabbit? Was it Herman, her father's dog? or perhaps.... Well, she didn't want to think about it.

So, she went downstairs. She needed to drink hot milk in order to be able to sleep. The house was very quiet. First, she opened her sister's bedroom. They were fast asleep but she couldn't sleep a wink.

Once in the kitchen, she  opened the fridge and the...... she could hear a sound coming from upstairs........

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José Ramón del PIno Ruiz/My contribution to the chain story

Beauty, peace and silence, they were the only words that could describe properly that night. Pauline felt happy.

She was a 12 year old nice girl, the eldest of John's and Becky's three daughters. Her younger sister were sleeping by now, and she could only feel their quiet breathing. What was that? Had it been a sound? Pauline tried to fix her eyes in a bush, 100 metres far, that seems to be moving in the distance. Suddenly she felt cold. She was usually a brave young girl, but something outside made her feel uneasy and in sudden need of the protection of her parents, who were out in town that night...

Image: By Terry Robinson from geograph.org.uk Creative Commons Generic Atributtion/Alike 2.0

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The story starts here!

It was getting dark, and hundreds of beautiful stars were sparkling high above, just like flickering candles. A shy moon was trying to elbow her brightening way among all of them. Pauline, wearing her bees and teddy bears pyjamas, was looking through her bedroom window.

Image: Dark side of the moon, by Chris Isherwood. The image is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 2.0 Generic License.