The guilty teacher

“I’ve never seen so much guilt in my career”, the policeman though as he entered CES Don Bosco’s building. When he saw the teacher, he shivered.


    - Sir, you must come to the station.

    - ME? Why?

    - You’re accused of murder. A very long project in a very short time is considered a crime.

The worst student's day

Exam day. I’ve studied so much… I have the impression I’m going to fail and hysteria invade me.

While I’m waiting with my classmates, my mum arrives just before we enter the classroom:

      - Honey! You forgot your lucky charm! 

 And I want to die as I put the little Mr. Potato on the table.

Sweaty envy

He was sweaty and distracted.

“This can’t be happening!” he thought.

On the other side of the class, someone’s smiling mischievously. She knew the reason of his misfortune. That stormy morning she had a plan, that genie would help her.

“He mustn’t pass the exam” she said.

And that little potato in his shoes made its work.

A bloody show

May, 24 th 1978, Maria Auxiliadora. Like every year there was a party with a show, this year Bosmar had called a knives launcher. Kelly, who was the model, put on new heels higher than the old shoes; John with the bandaged eyes did not realize the difference of height and launched the knives, he failed few centimetres. 

Next......

-Next! - I said with tired voice.

 - Profiles.  Why do you think you must be chosen?

- Well I am from Galicia and my exam has been the best of all class.

-Why do you want to take part of this?

-well... the crisis, you know?

- The truth is that I can notice your quality, so I choose you.

- Thank you, Arguiñano.....

The potato felt happy, the end was near, but with one of the best.

The clever potato

- I  think this is a bad idea.

- It isn't, mum. I want to study  and  become someday a doctor- said Charles.

Everyone is writing an exam. 12:00. Pupils  are hungry.  When they see Charles going into the classroom they just think of one thing: cut him into pieces and fry him. Charles was a potato.

Friday the 13th

Friday the 13th. 21:30. Silence at the University. I have a bad feeling. I see a black cat  running. "Symphony no.9" from Beethoven is being played. I walk into the music classroom. I see an old man with bloody hands and a dead cat on the piano.

Suddenly I wake up. It's Friday 13th.

Just passing by

She left home. Her mummy was taking care of her little brother and she had to go on an errand. She should find food, wherever it was. She went over London streets, listening people yelling. She asked herself why they shouted so much. The only thing she knew was that everybody insulted that ugly woman from the street posters, but she didn’t understand why. She just had to find food, she was just passing by.

Hours later, some policemen blocked her safe way home. She had to get too close to the yelling, she had to go to that street. She never knew who or what it was: maybe the mounted police who went towards her, maybe the incendiary object aimed at him. And she could never ask her mum.

Even though she was just passing by.

Broken Promise

Full of dirt, walking through the streets, he was looking for some milk. He felt weird that day; nevertheless he had promised to his children that they will have the best breakfast of their lives. He found the dairy but it was closed. He came back home. 
Suddenly, he heard someone’s sobbing, he entered in the room, and in that moment, he remembered that that day he didn’t come back from the miner strike. He couldn’t have the opportunity to give that superb breakfast, he would never forget that day of 1984.

Tania A.

Thatcherism

A policeman was seeing the scene while a lot of people were drinking beers  and bottles of wine speaking all together: "! She is dead! ".
The phrase is a play on words with Thatcher's famous declaration “This woman is not going to change ", that she declared in a speech in 1980. And a bottle of milk was placed on the verge of her house. Though the Thatcherism lived, live and will live. 

Terrible situation

Terrible situation. Privatizations, reductions, destruction of the miners ‘strike, existence of wildly unpopular poll tax, thefts, and others disgusting things. The story that I am writing now it is focus on a young child who lives in a poor family. This lovely family hardly has money to buy food. The parents are unemployed. They only want his son can grow like a happy child. Suddenly, an evil witch decides to steal milk for schoolchildren.

Iron Maiden

1984. The coal miners' strike started some months ago. I'm waiting for my dad to come. He is in a protest march claiming for our rights. We don't have enough food since the strike started. I'm hungry. I go outside to look for food. Suddenly I see her: the responsible of our misfortune.