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In a town not far from here, a boy suffered the pain of losing his father. He
had just received the news: his father had not survived last night's heart attack. If I
closed my eyes I could still relive the whole scene, the screaming, the noise of the
ambulance, the despair, the fear and the hope. But his father had not survived and
the boy only felt anger and sadness. He left the house running from the arms of her
hand, he couldn't stand the pain in her eyes whenever he looked at her.
His feet took him straight to the lake near his home, the lake of memories he
had once lived with his father, mornings of fishing, afternoons swimming, and nights
spent camping with a fire. Calmly he entered the water, swam and swam for hours
trying to drown the longing in his chest. He got tired, went to sit on the shore, then he
finally looked at the real water, no tears blurring his vision, he saw the old lake
fountain and had the memory of his father telling him the story behind it, when the
boy asked her why no one ever took care of her again.
His father told him that the fountain was special, people passed by and did
not see it, it was as if it were invisible, could not be seen by ignorant eyes. So
delicate and beautiful, so dirty and slimy, she showed a moral and structural balance.

It was in the middle of the lake, it would have to run water between its stones and
shelter birds that looked for refreshment, it would have admirers and would live
enchanting all those who sought beauty. But the fountain was broken and could no
longer be seen by eyes that sought perfection, but by poetic eyes, one could observe
the fatigue and weight of standing there for years, today sheltering plants and
mosses that grew and appropriated its structure. His father said that the lake was no
longer cared for as it had been, but the fountain remained there, broken but
beautiful.
This memory warmed his heart and he identified with the fountain, which
remained standing even though it was broken, and remained beautiful for anyone
who could see. The boy went home with the memory still in his memory and every
day that the absence of his father hurt his heart, he would go to the lake and watch
the broken fountain.

So what title would you give this story?

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Why ideas at night? Scientifically speaking, this happens because our brain is saving
and organizing our whole day, and in the middle of that organization ideas, projects
arise. We are alone in search of a goal: sleep, and then our mind tends to wander.
Speaking from a more human side, I would say that the anxiety of experiencing new
moments, of creating new memories, of writing our history makes new ideas emerge.
Writing our story makes us more willing to live... or sometimes not, as was the case
with Rachel. The girl with brown hair, contagious smile and green eyes looked
normal, in the eyes of those who watched her. She makes fun of everything, is the
“clown” of the group and even makes fun of herself, but at night, when she is alone,
she cries. She cries because she feels inadequate, because she feels pressured to
be perfect, when in fact she isn't, and to tell you the truth, no one is... right?
But the other girls seem to be. How other girls seem to have everything she wanted.
They have cute faces, cute boyfriends, they're smart and popular. It was all she
wanted to have and she blamed herself for it, and she thought she had
nothing...until she met Ethan.
Ethan was everything she wanted to complete herself, a dark boy with a mischievous
smile and bright eyes, full of mystery. They met like that, on a sunny beach on
Sunday, and it was like love at first sight. At first she thought they were meant for
each other, that he was sent to make her feel good, but that wasn't exactly what
happened. She felt more and more insufficient, felt that she would be transformed at
any moment and that he would find someone else than her who would have more,
better things to offer. And then she started crying again. He was the right kid, but at
the wrong time. How could she love anyone without loving herself? And then they
ended the relationship.
She didn't know if she had made the right decision, if this was what she really
wanted, until one cold night, she let all thoughts invade again, and showed that she
had everything she needed. He found himself in one of the nocturnal thoughts and
changed his perspective to, "I'm glad the thoughts come at night." And since she
loves herself now, maybe one day she will find Ethan again.

What title do you think I should put in this story?

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Behind to the Curtains... (Lara Mateus Pereira)

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Behind to the Curtains... (Lara Mateus Pereira)

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Have you ever heard: “To have a good day, it's all up to you”, or something
like that? So it is! I live in the countryside, a lot of grass, a lot of trees, a lot of
animals, and I hear it daily, but they always tell me that at noon, 6 hours after I get up
in the 7°C cold, and feed the animals, water the plants, harvesting chicken eggs and
much more! It never made me happy, I always wanted more, but I never could... Do
you know why? I have parents!!! That was my thinking at age 17, pure rebellion, and
with no notion of life. But I always accepted, although I never agreed.
One morning, I realized something, for 17 years, I had never seen animals
-other than mine- in the vicinity of my house, the landscape was always the same,
and Mom always saying “just have a good day, just it depends on you”, and more:
“my son, remember never to go near the posts, nor to stay between them... it is very
dangerous”. That day, while feedin the cattle, I created a plan. In the morning of the
day I turned 18, I would go near the posts. I know it sounds crude, but it was
important to me.
And so I did. I was surprised when I arrived, there was nothing dangerous,
just some painted curtains swinging, funny... I had never noticed those curtains... I
put my hand on one of them and pushed it, I stayed behind the curtain. I wasn't sure
why they were there. but one thing I understood, Dad always asked me to leave the
ladder leaning against the tree at 5:35 pm sharp, along with a bag with “painted
tarpaulins”, that's what I thought they were, mere painted tarpaulins. At that moment,
I understood everything, I understood why the landscape never changed, why I had
never seen other animals around there, why I had never seen other people. They
were curtains that portrayed what my parents wanted me to see. That's what I
thought. I was confused when I saw what was behind the curtains, a landscape that
didn't belong to my reality. I swore I would find something different, maybe more
grass, closed weather, pollution, but maybe, that was another curtain. But what I
saw??

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The Midnight Mistery (Elisa Hilsendeger)

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The Midnight Mistery (Elisa Hilsendeger)

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Once upon a time, there was a boy. A small, blond and unpolite boy called Steve
Olsen. He would never obey his mom or his dad. “Go to bed or the midnight giant will catch
you”, his parents used to say. He just wouldn’t listen, his ego and his loathing to follow
someone’s instructions screamed louder. One day, at school, Steve decided to talk about it
with his friends. “Can you guys believe what my silly mom told me yesterday? She said that
there was a giant monster that would catch me if I didn’t go to bed. So funny”, said Steven.
“Well, all my family members tell me that... they say that I had had a cousin that was catched
by this giant!”, a friend of his said. “Hahaha, you must be kidding me! That is madness!
Those are such lies! If you really believe that, come with me in a adventure! I’ll be the one
that is going to meet this guy! I’ll be the first one! Who’s coming?!”, asked Steven. All of his
friends just stayed quiet. “You are all funky little kids! Don’t you have this hunger for
adventure and new things?”. His friends stayed quiet. “Fine! I’ll do it by my own. You’ll see!
You scared babies.” said Steven while leaving back to class.
That night, Steven had made a plan. After school, he was stealing his family’s second
key of the house, so he could sneak out to the forest right next his yard to see if this monster
was real. He had had all planned, but he forgot of his little sister that could wake up with his
noises, but he didn’t care. So, the special night finally came. Steve was awake since that
morning and when it hit midnight, he decided to go. While walking slowly and carefully, he
heard big steps coming from the forest. He was scared, but he had to go and find out what
made that noise! So when his foot touched the grass, he felt a cold breath in his neck, right
behind him. The giant was real! “It’s time to go to bed little kid, I’ll only ask three times, or
there’ll be consequences”, said the giant. He was petrified! He couldn’t believe it was real!
“This is not real! You’re just a fantasy!”. “It’s time to go to bed little kid, I’ll only ask three
times, or there’ll be consequences”, said the giant one more time. When he looked back, his
small sister was there. “Amelia! What are you doing here? Are you crazy?”, said Steven to
his sister, who was terrified. “It’s time to go to bed little kid, I’ll only ask three times, or
there’ll be consequences”, said the giant for the third time, furious. “Okay, okay, could you
leave me alone for a second so I can talk to my sister?”. “No!”, shouted the giant, making all
the trees shake. “I told you three times and you didn’t listen. Now you’ll have to deal with the

consequences... now you have to choose, making my job of starting the night and the day by
pulling a heavy handspike for eternity, or giving your sister to me!”
Now, what do you think will happen with this boy? Do you think the he will be a
prisoner or that he will trick the monster?

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A Cake that Interrupted the Vacation (Diana Beatriz Pacagnan Plácido)

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A Cake that Interrupted the Vacation (Diana Beatriz Pacagnan Plácido)

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There was a time, a family composed of husband João, daughter Júlia and
wife Mari, pregnant and expecting their second daughter. They decided to travel to
Mari's uncle's farm, which is in the interior of Goiás. Then, they would enjoy their
vacation, and the last moments before the child's arrival.
When the day of the trip arrived, everyone dressed quickly so as not to arrive
late at their destination. Before getting into the car, the uncle calls:
- Good morning, my beautiful! Can you bring me that cake I love?
Mari responds scared, because it was too late:
- Uncle, we are abut to leave, I don't think there will be time.
But even so the uncle insists:
- Please don't come here without my cake.
As soon as Mari finishes the famous order, the family starts to get into the
car, when suddenly Julia trips and falls to the ground taking with her the cake that
completely collapsed. The cake doesn't exist anymore, it's divided into a thousand
pieces and the uncle will be furious.
The journey has begun. As the cake delayed the planned time of the trip,
they preferred to choose an unpopulated road to get to their destination faster. Only
they didn't expect that the chosen road had a traffic jam. Cars were locked in all
directions. They had never seen it before. Mari began to feel very bad.
And now? What will happen to Mari? How are they going to get out of that place?

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The Treasure Hunting (Carmen Araújo Macalão de los Santos)

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The Treasure Hunting (Carmen Araújo Macalão de los Santos)

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Rachel was seven years old when she met Oscar, a Collie that was only
two months old. The little girl was smart and had a long brown hair, she was so
joyful and loved to play with her new dog. They became inseparable, where
Rachel was Oscar was too, even to school the puppy followed her. The Collie
was white with brown spots and had an adorable personality.
When Rachel turned 10, the family planned a treasure hunting for her
birthday. They hid lots of clues for her to find the presents on the woods. The girl
and her faithful dog went together on this adventure, but wasn’t expecting what
the destiny had prepared for them.
The first clue led them to a river that cut through the forest, there they
found a lollipop and another note. The second clue was more difficult to guess,
but they solved and went to a clearing where they found a new pair of shoes and
the next clue.
And so, they continued the journey, they passed through mountains, fields,
rivers. Rachel and Oscar were already tired when they found the last clue. The
note sad something about a call, but they couldn’t find anything related to that in
the forest. It was getting dark so they decided to split up to finish this hunt faster.
Oscar was really scared, but agreed with Rachel. He went so far that the
woods started to end and a different kind of grass to emerge. The dog saw a red
rectangular thing and ran into that direction, he thought that would solve the
enigma. And there it was, a big red and function phone booth. But then he
realized that he lost Rachel, he was just a dog how would he find the girl and tell
her he found the last spot.

What do you think was in the phone booth after all?
Do you think Rachel found Oscar?
How would you like this story to end?

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We met at an NYU frat party 6 years ago, Lucy was wearing a denim dress with a red
coat, she always looked good in that color, I was wearing a black button down shirt and
jeans. After that night we never let go eatch other, right after we graduated from college,
we moved in together. We were always very happy, everything was fine, we rarely fought,
but that day was crazy, and I can hardly explain it. I woke up and she was weird, quiet
and totally dejected, asking if she was alright and the only answer I got was a forced smile
and a “yes my love, why? ” And I replied that it was nothing, because she has her right
not to wake up well. Later that day, we had a date with her parents, she didn't feel very
comfortable with these family dinners, so I wasn't surprised that she hadn't left her room
all day. Getting close to the dinner I told her that it was almost time for us to leave, I never
saw Lucy get ready as quickly as that afternoon, I was worried about the situation, and
decided to try to talk to her, I asked what was going on and again I received the same
smile with the “yes my love, why? ” But I wasn't satisfied and I insisted again, she got
angry and started screaming, saying that I never understood her, and that she didn't want
to talk, I told her I was just worried, but she kept repeating “Liam, you don't understand
me! ” Again and again, she was hysterical and looked like she had seen something
disturbing, so I held her in my arms and said it was okay, at that moment she pushed me,
grabbed the lamp and threw it on the wall, I had never seen her so angry. I got into the
car and waited for her to show up, a few minutes later she got into the car with the same
clothes from the day we met, and coincidentally I was also wearing. The whole way was
a deafening silence until we reached a bridge in the middle of the city, the sky started to
close and a storm opened up, the rain was very noisy, but then the radio turned on itself
and started to change songs, the car ́s windshields went crazy, along with the headlights
and the horn. We got out of the car and everything seemed to be upside down, I leaned
against a pillar and Lucy said she would get help, I looked at the city and when I turned
around again, she was no longer there, and had just disappeared, that was the last time I
saw her, and the most painful moment of my life, that I remember every day when I go to
sleep and when I wake up. This version was the one I told the authorities, they cleared
me, but is that the truth?

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The Fury of Nature (Bárbara Serralheiro)

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The Fury of Nature (Bárbara Serralheiro)

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Once a long time ago there was a little fairy called Molly, she was a pretty fairy with green
eyes like leaves and a brown, curly hair, which was dark like the night, and her face was
angelical, she was with a sweet soul. She was a guardian of nature and forests, protecting
and giving her best every day. As a nature Molly had a great affection for human beings, she
found them interesting and super curious creatures. Trying to bring them closer to nature
more and more and showing them the sacred magic of nature and its beauties, she took the
people she trusted the most in a sacred grove, where were a colorful flowers, other fairies, big
and beautiful trees, rivers with crystal clear waters and animals took shelter in that magical
place. Molly believed with all of her heart in those people. But what she never imagined
would happen is that her eternal friends would betray her, burning down her protected place,
her land. Her soul was so enraged, she was destroyed, she felt a deep sadness to see her home
on fire. She reached the point of being able to observe the evils that humans committed in
nature, burning, polluting, mistreating animals. She realized that her curiosity in humans
blinded her to these horrible things. Enraged by this whole situation, feeling as if a wave of
anger had invaded her, she merged with nature, becoming one. She wanted to destroy what
humans loved the most so they would feel like her, so she created a holocaust to destroy
humans ....
What do you think happened in the holocaust, and to the humans? What do
you think Molly is feeling after that?
Can you end that story for me?

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Will Clara Find the Light? (Aldrin Corrêa da Silva)

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Will Clara Find the Light? (Aldrin Corrêa da Silva)

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A long time ago when all continents met and the world was totally different from what we
know today there was an island. On this island, its inhabitants lived their normal lives, within what
we consider normal, they worked, had their families and lived with them. But on this island there
was something different from all the others, something that made it special, there was only one
source of light, its lighthouse. The light from the lighthouse served as the sun for the inhabitants
of that island, its light made life exist there, that was all they had, while it was there shining
brightly in the sea air, on their windows, on their faces they were happy, but when the light from
the lighthouse turned off their lives became darker than a starless night sky, like rainy Sundays,
their lives were without purpose. Because of this they kept this light stuck in the lighthouse so that
they would never lose the only thing that made sense in their lives. But from one hour to the next

the light went out, it simply disappeared and nobody's life has become the same since. Many
years passed in complete darkness and deep sadness, nothing made sense anymore because
they didn't have that brightness that makes them happy, unhappiness spread to the whole island
and the sensation of happiness and light only became memories. On this same island there was
Clara, redheaded as fire, brave as a lion, beautiful as a sunrise. Her mother had given her this
name because it means "bright", and just like her name, Clara was the only brightness that
existed during years of darkness. Clara at 16 was the world to her mother and she was her world.
The young girl was unaware of the light that existed before she was stolen, all she heard was her
mother's beautiful stories about how everything and everyone was happy and that life had color,
but the only thing that had color now on that dark island was Clara's hair, the color of the deepest
fire.
Life in that cold place was short for everyone, and short for Clara's mother who, deeply ill in bed,
was holding hands with her daughter and with intertwined hearts. Before taking her last breath
Clara's mother said her last words to her daughter, she said "The only thing I wish from the
deepest part of my heart is that you might someday see the light, and bask in its glow. So, my
darling, find your light." After saying these words in her beloved's ear, she was gone. Clara felt as
if her world had collapsed right under her feet, torn between feelings of deep sadness but also
anger because she knew that her mother had died because of the absence of the Light. Clara
begins her search for the Light so that she can fulfill her mother's last wish. She began an
insatiable search, and discovered that the light had been stolen by a sailor and had suspiciously
disappeared. However, the brave young woman decided to go to the lighthouse in the middle of
the rocks and strong sea currents so that she could find something that would help her find the
real light. Upon entering the dusty old lighthouse, she is separated from the old man who, sitting
in a wooden chair, holds on his chest a photo of a beautiful woman with red hair and with his eyes
wet with tears, looks intently at Clara and, torn between curiosity and surprise, asks her what is
the reason for her being there. Confused by the whole situation, Clara decides to tell him
everything that happened both to her and her mother and that her dream was light and to give
light to all those who lived in darkness. Upon hearing this, the old man begins to cry and tells
Clara a truth that leaves her deeply depressed but hopeful.

What does the man say to Clara? Will Clara find the light?

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The Winter Frost Piano (Anderson Arigoni)

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The Winter Frost Piano (Anderson Arigoni)

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There once was a lady, a really happy woman, in a really bright town. She would walk
down the street, singing with the birds and laughing with the kids. The flowers would open when
she passed, and snow would melt by her feet. Her white clear teeth were shining, and her hair
was gracious by the wind. They’d call her Annie.
One day, she met Joe, and they fell in love. They were made for each other. Annie had a
gracious singing, and Joe was gracious at the piano. They would perform in the park, so
everybody could feel the happiness of their shows. Be there sun, be there rain, be there wind, hot
or cold, they were there, singing and playing, so that everybody could sing and dance along.
Every Wednesday, the day of the week they met, they would play their special song.
One day, a terrible accident happened. They were walking in the forest looking for berries
for their pie. They got separated, and Annie found a beautiful white piano in the middle of a
glade. There was a handwritten note with golden letters that said: “The one who plays this
piano will never need any learning anymore. You will learn every note, you’ll get to know
every chord”. “Joe will be so happy to know I’ve learnt the piano” thought Annie. “I need to
play this”. And then she started playing. Everything was great until she started to lose control.
She would keep playing and playing and playing, and couldn’t stop. Her bright dress turned into
a white overcoat and her hair turned grey like a winter storm cloud. Her eyes were frozen and a
white glove showed in her hands. She tried to scream, and for a moment she could. But then her
scream got lower and lower and lower, until she was absolutely frozen still, playing the piano
with no emotions in her face. Joe heard the beginning of the scream and ran as fast as he could,
the wind blowing to his face as if he was riding a motorcycle. When he got there, he found Annie
standing still, playing the piano, while the once green grass around her started fading and
becoming white, as if it was winter and the snow was covering the whole ground. This effect was
spreading faster and faster. He tried to enter the area, but the air was so cold that his human body
wouldn’t have a chance against it. “Annie, what are you doing?” he would shout. “Stop playing
this!”. But nothing made her stop. He would shout over and over, but none of this was effective.
He was already giving up, sitting down in the grass and crying, while singing their song. “I see
the crystal raindrops fall, and the beauty of it all, is when the sun comes shining through”.
He was thinking of all of their moments, flashing through this mind. The coldness was getting
close to him, freezing some parts of his body. He couldn’t notice, but Annie’s eyes started
glowing a little again, looking at him. “Just the two of us, we can make it if we try, just the
two of us”. He was singing and crying, while his body was almost completely frozen. “Just the
two of us, building castles in the sky, just the two of us...”. And his body was frozen from the
bottom to the top. Annie fought against the curse, trying to stop. She wanted to run, scream, but nothing worked. Her tears fell like sharp glass, and the only thing she could do was sing. “...You
and I”.

What happened after that? Did they get a happy ending? Did she get the curse
healed? Can you make an ending for Annie and Joe?