Nothing ventured, nothing gained by Eva Gutiérrez

emagumo — 2014-05-13 10:07:12 UTC

Evaguti/ THE STORY STARTS HERE

And there he was, feeling both exhausted and tense after the long journey, bearing the close scrutiny and coping with the stupid questions these "Galaxy Rangers" usually pose before they unwillingly, and as if they were sparing your life, stamped the entry seal on his passport. A tiny seal that would grant him access to his long-awaited dreams of visiting, and who knows, if he was lucky enough, staying in this foreign country where he hoped he'd find the kind of life he had always wished for.

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Esther González

2014-05-13 13:46:39 UTC

After making two scales, he was really tired, so he went back to take a seat and started to read one of his favourite novels: "Great Expectations". He identified himself with the character because he was a poor man, however, he expected a chance to make himself a gentleman. The economy class did not help much, but his return trip could be better if he had the opportunity in this foreign country.

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Emiliano

2014-05-13 18:29:09 UTC

But after a few pages, he left the book. The long-houl has affected him too much to keep reading.
He just tried to let his mind go blind while staring to the curtain. This red velvet border separated the first-class passengers from him. Who would be on the other side of the curtain? All of a sudden, he found himself peering through it. There she was with her unique beard, rising like a phoenix.

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MJose Gómez

2014-05-14 19:13:40 UTC

It could not be true. He rubbed his eyes until they hurt him. This woman had become a flaming phoenix... and before he realized it she had been screwed into his body, trapping him hopelessly. His curiosity had played tricks on him. He had been warned that poor people should not be mixed with powerfull people. How could he has been so naive? He could not breathe and could not think straight...only the desire to achive his dreams prevented him from surrendering.

Luis Miguel Sánchez Sáez

lumisansa — 2014-05-14 20:58:50 UTC

It had been a long, tiring journey. Eighteen hours on that uncomfortable cheap seat, breathing the thick, sweaty atmosphere of that second-rate cabin with all those unremarkable, dull people; exactly the kind of people he was trying to get away from, the kind of plain, ordinary people he despised so much, so intimately. Eighteen hours looking at nothing but the red curtain that kept him on the wrong part of the plane; the border line that kept him far away from her, from her, from her smell, from her soft, not fuzzy but rather openly hairy, cheeks. She was the one and she was beyond that damned curtain. He swore to himself she would be his as the almighty customs officer stamped his passport on his arrival.

MJ

2014-05-14 21:44:36 UTC

Once he had made up his mind, time went by so slowly that he could hardly wait. Playing with the seat belt didn't help much, so he let himself go, allowing his exhausted mind to transport him to previous moments, when his beloved angel had risen like a legendary bird in front of him, then becoming a flaming phoenix and finally turning delicately into ... a shining mockingjay. Really? Was it possible? In fact, this marvellous songbird was opening widely its wings while a female warrior closed her left eye, breathed out calmly and fired her arrow directly into his heart. Darkness. There is a silence... Then, a soft touch on his shoulder... A voice in the distance says they have just landed. While thinking to himself that the whole episode had been a very weird dream, a feather beside his passport catched his eye. All of a sudden, all his doubts disappeared. He had to run after his dream.