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      <title>VOCABULARY 2C by Laura Sofía Cuellar M.</title>
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      <pubDate>2020-06-18 00:07:49 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>It is just a matter of controlling, Holly.</title>
         <author>herreraclaravictoria07</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Holly got down once she realized her life was struggling with a terrible disease that had made her forgot everything easily. It all started when she was driving home but some truck was blocking her way, so she decided to wait until this driver got out of her sight. However, when she looked at her watch, seven hours have passed. She could not explain it, she got the impression that time had flown faster than ever because she felt only a few minutes had passed. The truck wasn't there now, but she didn't remember when it went. At the time she got home, she saw a stranger woman standing outside her house with an angry face. Holly was scared and called the police, but this person tried to stop her. The "stranger" was her sister, but Holly did not know until a few hours passed. That's how she started with this problem. After some clinical analysis, doctors only said she was getting away from reality any time her subconscious wants and it was just a matter of controlling it, like if she could do it.<br><br>Clara Herrera.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2020-06-18 16:42:57 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>#NotOneMore</title>
         <author>silvandres2001</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>After a funny birthday party, Hannah decided to go home with her boyfriend owing to both of them were drunk. She asked him to take a taxi, but he told her that he did not have enough money for paying it, so they needed to go in his car. On the way, her boyfriend began to get around different places, which was a little strange for her because they live downtown; suddenly they were out of the city. A couple of minutes later, her boyfriend stopped the car, and she tried to get through to him, but he never answered. Hannah got into a deep dream, she seemed to be flying; it was a feeling she loved but at the same time, it seemed weird. She opened her eyes and she saw she did not have control over her body, and over her life. Hannah could not understand what was happening; for five years she loved her boyfriend as she never did with anyone else, they had plans for marriage soon and for having two children. Hannah was finishing her studies; she would be a professional doctor soon. She was also about completing her savings because she got the chance to leave the country, she had won a scholarship to complement her studies in the United Kingdom, and her desire was to create a foundation in order to help women with breast cancer; her mother had died due to this illness. Hannah had a thousand of dreams, but those dreams instantly disappeared. Hannah was tied up, beaten, insulted, burned, raped, impaled, and killed. Hannah was a victim of her boyfriend; somebody who promised her unconditional love, who swore to be with her until they got on 100, who promised to respect her forever. Hannah died and the only thing she could think before she gave her last breathe was:<em> why, my love? why if you promised me heaven, the moon, and the stars?</em> </div><div>Her murder went unpunished, Hannah did not die due to cranioencephalic trauma, Hannah died for a madman who, wearing a boyfriend mask, stopped every dream she had.<br><br></div><div><br>#NiUnaMás<br>Andrés Martínez Silva.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2020-06-18 18:13:28 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>To my dear new love</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>I<strong> got the impression</strong> that you are getting in love with me. The way you look at me or those little tremors in your hands, say a lot. I think I <strong>got to know</strong> you in somehow. </div><div>I don't want to <strong>get you down</strong>, but I can't reciprocate. Please don't <strong>get the wrong end of the stick.</strong> You're an amazing person, for that reason you deserve someone whose heart isn't waiting someone from the past. </div><div>I swear that I thought calmly of all the things you said to me. This phrase passed through my head a lot "You must <strong>get your act together</strong>, you should give me the opportunity to make you happy", but I realized that I'm a broken person, also I'm stuck. I still in love with him, the guy that I told you once. He is not my way to <strong>get out of you</strong>. Simply, I can't be with you while in my heart that guy is still taking place</div><div>I'm not telling you to <strong>get rid of </strong>your feelings, as much as I want, I can't do it. So I am writing this letter to tell you that I am leaving. Don't look for me, I have caused you enough pain.</div><div>Pd: Believe me, I don't <strong>get away with</strong> it... I just wanted to be honest. Sorry...<br>Catalina Córdoba.</div><div> <br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2020-06-18 18:27:13 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Come on, Andy!</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Opening the eyes is the first thing most people do after waking up. So did Andy do. It seemed to be a sunny morning because of the look he gave to the sky through the window. After a while, he started to feel out of his body, and he could not <em>get over</em> the headache he had. However, he didn’t pay attention to it because he thought those were the consequences of the <em>get together</em> with his friends last night. Then, he remembered LSD and a slight smile appeared on his mouth.  <br>Once again, he opened his eyes. Apparently, he had fallen asleep while recalling what they had done the night before. When he went to stretch, he <em>got a shock</em>. He didn’t feel his legs; he felt confused. He knew that it had not to do with the effects of the drug because its effects do not last for many hours. For that reason, he thought the best idea was not to freak out and to get help. Since he could not walk, he decided to <em>get by</em> with his arms. He was going to tour his house as he were a snake. Once he managed to get out of his bedroom, he headed himself to the backyard, where his mother used to be in the mornings, but when he got to the kitchen, he gave up. Half an hour had passed since he woke up, and he still didn't feel the lower part of his body. His elbows were hurting, so Andy shouted in desperate. Her grandmother got out of the bath as soon as she heard the scream, and got a big surprise when she saw Andy on the floor. Before she was able to say something, Andy started to tell her what he was going through. After he finished, his grandma started to laugh. She, more than anyone, knew that Andy loved pranking about his state. Amid laughter, she told him to <em>get real</em>, and to wait there that she was going for his “car” as he used to call his wheelchair. Once she said that, Andy opened widely his eyes and noticed the reality of the situation.<br><br>Natalia Baracaldo. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2020-06-20 00:00:26 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Failed experiment </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>It is 11 pm, in the 205th day of quarantine. Alicia sits by the window to look outside and remember what the world was before the virus end up with everything. Two minutes later, she has a coffee and thinks about everything she left behind.<strong><em> </em></strong>The boy she liked-she barely get the chance to talk with him-, the senseless jokes of her friend Max, the deep sound of the alarm announcing another work-day<strong><em>.</em></strong> It all fades away.<strong><em> </em></strong>Ticktock, ticktock. She gets up and screams loudly: Get real Alice, everything has gone to hell.<strong><em> </em></strong>Alicia cries, sits in a corner, and gets up quickly. After that, she grabs a pencil and a paper. after a few seconds, Alice begin to write a list: </div><div>-Get  my acts together- I haven’t eat in days.</div><div>-Know what happened to that boy- Get together and give him a kiss. </div><div>-Meet Max and laugh- Dumb Max, I never got his jokes.</div><div>-Get rid of cigarettes-They help with my anxiety but also kill me. </div><div><br></div><div>It is 11:20, Alice stops writing. She realizes there is nothing but death outside, it is almost impossible to find them. Then, she took the keys and throw them away. </div><div>Outside psychologists think it's enough. Their experiment has gone a long way. They  came to the conclusion that locking up a human unleashes serious disorders.</div><div>In fact, researchers get the impression that they have damaged her brain. It appeared that she will never get over that situation. Therefore, they decide to kill her. </div><div>It is all part of a failed experiment. </div><div><br>-Luisa Hernández Otaya.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2020-06-21 20:46:43 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Open your eyes mom, just like I did...</title>
         <author>macadiyus</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>You have always seen me as a patient person, who does not make any noise and goes unnoticed by others. I am not an explosive person, I try to put up with the maximum, I remain silent faced hurtful actions and words because if I answer you I will <strong><em>get into trouble</em></strong><strong> </strong>because you tend to turn an insignificant ball into a giant snowball that is growing every time. When I got tired of this then I react and it becomes bad, right? because you did not expect it. Your cynicism in those situations really <strong><em>gets on my nerves</em></strong>. Why do you play the role of victim when you feel attacked? At critical moments our relationship becomes toxic, it is not always, it is not constant, but I know that our love is pure and sincere and nothing can stain that. Do not you see that being defensive in those situations does not <strong><em>get us anywhere</em></strong>?<br>Did you really <strong><em>get to know me</em></strong>? Please do not be overwhelmed, we will fix it... As we always do.<br><br>Camila Díaz.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2020-06-22 22:55:02 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>The life go so fast</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The seconds, minutes and hours go by so fast when you are 17, life happens like the flapping of a hummingbird and you do not realize that, I would like to go back to 15 when a minute became so eternal that I could think of a thousand things to do and I would have plenty of time, I have returned to those memories in the break when I watched people run and get rid of all kinds of cleaning that they had to fill with sweat, it gets me the impression that nobody saw it, the passage of time, all days there were different things but the time passed the same, not a minute more or a minute less, it is interesting how time passes just by stopping to see the clock, I remember thinking and it makes me sad the fact that I wasted my precious time. Sometimes I just wanted to stop time and got out of my little bubble and go to all the places I always wanted and get know what mean live, without thinking much about anything because I hate doing it, just acting together with what happens and continue. Maybe I just need more time, a little more and I will do what I always wanted, most  of the people get wrong end of the stick but the human mind is like that, we can create very good or very bad thoughts but I cannot change it, if I had more time I would have done everything I could and I get anyone down and probably I wouldn't have died.<br><br>Daniela Castro Ruiz</div>]]></description>
         <pubDate>2020-06-23 14:48:37 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>MURDER IN THE CHURCH</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Roxanne was a girl who started her novitiate just a few months ago. She was smart and likable. Her beauty and her kindness radiated all the place. Old nuns always complimented her on everything she did. But it seems that someone wanted to get rid of her.<br>Salvargenta's nuns were expecting a great visit from a bishop. They were so excited about it. The day he arrived, everyone got a shook. They took the bishop to the dining room, but what they saw it, was completely unexpected.  When they got into the room they saw a nun lying on the dining table. Mother Calipso got really mad. She got closer to the body and she saw the truth. Beautiful Roxanne's face was destroyed by hits and she was dead. Just a scream came out of her lips.   They all got the message. Then, everyone began to scream. Roxxane was dead and someone in here was the killer.  <br>What they did not know and would never know is that it was not a murder, was a suicide. <br><br>Jesús Daniel Duque Rojas </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2020-07-07 15:27:25 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>ONE OF US IS NOT HAPPY</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Shia got married when she was just fifteen years old. When she was young her husband was her everything but the time went past and everything change. Her husband barely talk with her and he was got used to just came at home and rape her. Shia still love him but the brutality of his treatments was destroying her. <br>She began to go to the church to look for some company in god's hands, but she found more than that. Sister Melía, one of the church's nuns got the impression that Shia was in a lot of pain. Sister decided to have a conversation with Shia. AT the beginning Shia did not want to talk about her problems but Sister Melía insisted. She looks so trustworthy that one day Shia just began to cry. She told her everything about her horrible life. Sister Melía got a shook but she imagined something like that. Shia could not stop crying, so SIster Melía took Shia's hands and after gave a wet kiss on her lips. Both of them felt the chemistry in their lips. Shia get rid of Sister Mellía when she realized what was really happening. She began to run as fast as she can. Shia never came back to church after that day. She never find her happiness with her husband. He began to hit her, but she never left him. MInutes before she die, she realized that her most beautiful moment in life was Melías kiss. <br><br>Nathalia Marquin</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2020-07-07 15:47:06 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>The poor shoe</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>It was a nice afternoon when my friend Paola and I went to see a movie. Our friendship grew so strong and so fast that we got along well in a short time. So we always tried to get around in the city and have fun. That afternoon, in the midst of a good and friendly conversation, I stepped on his shoe. For that reason, it slipped aways of her foot. We didn't get the chance to grab it, we could not stop for it because we were in the middle of the street and a bus was approaching us. We did not think it twice, we just ran to the sidewalk and after we got there, then we stared at the shoe in the road.  The poor shoe was there, alone, and the buses were passing over it. We burst out laughing. She told me to get the shoe for her, but I was laughing my head off. I didn't get the message when she was elbowing me to listen to what she was trying to tell me, we were both red like tomatoes in laughter. When she recovered, she yelled at me: "Get on with it! We don't have all day" Yet, she continued laughing. In the end, she went for her poor shoe. <br><br>Adriana Lucía Guzmán Muñoz</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2020-07-07 19:42:52 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>This is not love</title>
         <author>lizstefanny6</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Some weeks ago Jade was the most happiest person in the world. Now she is lying on her bed and looking at the window. the tears screams down her face. Her stare is empty, her heart is broken, and her mind is shouting. She is trying to convience herself this is one situation more where she gets the end of the stick, but inside she knows the true. He lied to her, he did not even care of her feelings, her patience, and these years full of love. Jade tooks a deep breath, with difficulty she sends her feet to the ground; she makes two fearful short steps trying to go to the bathroom. she only wants to get rid of the pain of recent memories. When She looks up herself in the mirror, Jade begins to mourn inconsolably. She got desperated and started sending her sweaty hands back to her badly braided hair, while the Crying is getting intense she is convincing herself that he could not get away with it. She took a brush, While she promised herself to get over the the consequences of the abuse . Suddenly she felt that somebody hit her back, she fell to the ground kneeling...<br><br>Liz Stefanny Cumbe</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2020-07-13 15:11:54 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>LOVE: ITS TRUE FACE   &quot;Love is just a transaction&quot; I have heard the same phrase in a movie like a thousand times; I could not understand it until now, though. Everything started when I get to know her; at first, she seemed very carefree about serious relationships. Yet that changed when we moved together. If she made me breakfast, I had to cook a special dinner for her. If she brought me flowers, I had to buy her expensive chocolates. When I did not do that she got on her nerves. I quickly got tired of her stupid games; I was trap into an idealistic situation of love. It was expected that I give something in return to love; I had no freedom anymore. That happens when you fall in love, but people seem to be very busy with some kind of a trance to notice it. It is not until that person makes a huge mistake that you wake up, and you realize that you got the wrong impression of her. Even though, you would do whatever for that person; I did. And for that reason, I am going to spend the rest of my days in jail next to her. Love is only a programmed desire -you can turn it on or you can turn it off- before it will be too late. I am afraid that I did not get the message on time.  </title>
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         <pubDate>2020-07-15 05:42:30 UTC</pubDate>
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