Cuarta edición (2019)
¡Estamos celebrando la cuarta edición del concurso de MICRORRELATOS entre nuestr@s alumn@s!
Llenos de entusiasmo y altas expectativas, ponemos en marcha otro año esta apasionante competición donde nuestr@s alumn@s están dejando volar su imaginación y nos deleitan con brillantes e ingeniosos relatos a lo largo de 5 rondas.
REQUISITOS:
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Todos los microrrelatos contienen una frase en común (elegida por el centro).
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El microrrelato no puede superar las 100 palabras.
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No se admiten plagios.
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El jurado evalúa el ingenio, el estilo, la riqueza de vocabulario, la cohesión y la corrección gramatical.
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Sólo estudiantes de Speak it! pueden participar en el concurso
We can't wait!
Ganadores de la SEMIFINAL
Soul | Lullaby
Ganador@s de la TERCERA RONDA
She went to Marco’s room and there he was, in his bed with shivers and trembling. He spinned his head and with an appealing look he said “please call Cappi”. She couldn’t resist that look and she accepted. She left home to meet Cappi as her son had begged her. She arrived at the alleyway. He was waiting for her; she approached him and gave him 20€. He put a little package in her hand. She placed it in her pocket, turned and ran until she got home. She didn’t want to give him the heroin but she couldn’t stand seeing him with those withdrawal symptoms.
EL YONI
From a distance she saw the bill falling from the pocket of that short gentleman with gray hair and she approached slowly. She placed it in her pocket, turned and ran. Her euphoric state did not let her realize that she was crossing a street and it was then when she felt sharp blow and everything went black. That car could not dodge her. The ambulance arrived very fast and the hospital was very close, but that short gray-haired doctor, who had just arrived, could not do anything for her life. Does Karma exist?
Brush
Her back ached from collecting stones and separating those that were valuable from those that weren't. She was thinking that her life had been the same for the last ten years and her future wasn't very encouraging. When the guards took a break, she sat down by the river and closed her eyes. When she opened them, she saw it. With that size it would be enough to travel to Spain to study. If the guards caught her, they would kill her; but suddenly she placed it in her pocket, turned and ran. For better or worse, that diamond would change her life.
No name
I was playing with it in my hand when they gave us the news. The only thing I could do was to give it to my sister. She placed it in her pocket, turned and ran. Now it was in her hands.
She was the only one who could guarantee its safety, but my duty was another; the press was expecting me. My sister called me and gave me the great news, but at that moment I heard a shot on the other side of the phone and a voice told me that we never could.
When I went for the backup, I could only say “others will finish what we started.”
Indalecio
I thought that they were just a myth, stories to frighten kids. We were enjoying camping in the forest last night. Then I fancied a cigarette, so I left the camp site for a while.
When I got back, I watched a misshapen and creepy old woman holding a sharp tree branch. She placed it in her pocket, turned and ran silently.
Near the camp site, all my buddies appeared mutilated. They lacked eyes, tongues and extremities. There were weird symbols carved on the trees.
I kept hidden the rest of the night. When the police got there the next day, all the bodies had vanished.
Coven
In one of her worst moments, Claudia took refuge in social networks and after many months chatting, she decided to meet him in person. Claudia was very excited at the gate of the park. When she approached the meeting place, she took her phone to play a joke but she was horrified when another man answered the phone. Her phone fell to the ground and with trembling hands, she took it and she placed it in her pocket, turned and ran. Claudia could not believe that everything was a hoax and that man had no good intentions.
Tommy
Ganador@s de la SEGUNDA RONDA
I’ve made an appointment with you today in my office to tell you that you are the person with the greatest commitment in the company. I want to congratulate you on fulfilling all the tasks assigned to you. You are a person who can lead any project. Everyone appreciates you; but it’s not what you think. It’s not a promotion for everything detailed before. It’s a dismissal. Being pregnant may be incompatible with the performance we expect from you in the future. You do not know how sorry I am; this is America.
Mallow
Life teaches you that it’s not what you think. All in your life changes when you’re waiting for a new member of your family. And you don’t know why but she suddenly disappears and you never meet her. You and your family look for a reason but after you live the worst days in your life, you don’t find it. And it’s harder when this member would have had a sister who loves her before she was born. She’s now a young girl and today she’s still waiting for her sister. You’ll always be in our minds and hearts.
Nerea
Groom: It’s not what you think. The ring is the same but it’s not hers.
Bride: Really, you’re a trickster. It belongs to your deceased ex wife. How did you dare? And right now…
Groom: You must trust me. Hurry! The priest is waiting. Do you accept me as your husband? Say yes.
Bride: Never. I’m going to disinter the body. I’ll check it out for myself.
Groom: Wait, you’re right! I’ve just spent all my savings on your wedding dress and a new fashionable handbag; that one.
Bride: Oh my goodness! I love you forever.
Just married… for now.
Petetito
“It’s not what you think” - they were the first words from my lawyer to the judge. My judgment was the most talked about in history. I was accused of killing my wife. The truth is that I did it; I also recorded it. There were no doubts. It looks like I gave her the poison that would end her life.
Nobody will ever know what that is. It was the purest gesture of love I ever had with her.
On death row, my hopes are that in my other judgment this “sin” doesn’t stop us from seeing each other again.
Jehova
As every day I am listening to music while jogging. When I finish, I close my eyes and breathe. I feel a presence that covers my mouth and puts a sack on my head. I’m kicking but he’s stronger than me. He ties my hands and feet and introduces me in a van. I wait for it to stop to escape. He opens the van door and pulls me out. At the same time I bite him hard. A familiar voice shouts at me “stop! You’re hurting me! It’s not what you think! It’s just a surprise for your birthday.” “What a scare you damned bastard have given me!”
Sinumak
Lidia and Rebecca were classmates with a different group of friends, but one day they were forced to spend time together to do a class project. While Lidia was looking for information on Rebecca’s computer, she saw some pictures and she realized that the idyllic life that Rebecca showed on Instagram was false, because the pictures were created with photoshop. Lidia realized how lonely and sad she must feel and she invited her to have coffee. Rebecca thought that Lidia wanted to gain popularity but Lidia answered “It’s not what you think.” I was just helping a sad person.
Alpaca
“Good morning, Officer. I’m Charlie Evans. I’ve come as soon as possible. Tell me, has it appeared yet?” – The policeman pointed to a man with a scruffy appearance next to him.
“You stole my phone?” – Said Mr. Evans with eyes of wrath.
“Oh, no! It’s not what you think. I found it on the bench where I sleep every night.”
Immediately, Mr Evans, ashamed and excited, embraced him to thank him for returning the most precious thing to him: the phone where he kept the photos of his daughter’s last year of life. As a reward, he offered him a job.
Pink
I couldn’t stop thinking about her. The desire to see her again was unbearable. But if I did, it would be a betrayal. She’d already told me not to do it. We would talk about it when she returned. But she wouldn’t come back until tomorrow. I couldn’t stand it. I was finally seeing her. The door opened; Alice came back sooner than expected and there she was, looking at us as if the world was over. The only thing I said when I saw her was: “it’s not what you think”. But it was. Who could resist seeing Game of Thrones again?
Thundercloud
Although the pace is exhausting, I owe it to my audience. They come from all the places to sing along to the usual and new songs. On stage, no detail must be neglected and, although I take care of my clothing, my appearance must be perfect. However, this silent disease called vitiligo spreads through my body and makes me look sick or unkempt. It’s not what you think. It’s not what many of you believe. I do not deny my dark skin or want to be white like you. I only care about my fans; they are the fuel of my life.
Tuttifrutti
Last night I was walking to my house when I saw a strange man trying to persuade a little boy to go with him. I thought that I could help him to escape from his kidnapper, so when I was about to get my mobile phone from my jeans pocket to call the police, that man got close to me and said “It’s not what you think.” My face turned pale and he explained to me that he was only improving his final degree project, which was a smart robot that truly seemed like a real little boy. Appearances deceive.
R2-D2
Ganador@s de la PRIMERA RONDA
Never again would I utter her name. I was lying in the grass thinking of her, of what she had prepared for our date. She wanted to make me feel important in her life. We’re so close that I felt her breathing as if it were mine. Her sweet smell and the penetrating gaze. Her smile was suddenly diluted and I felt a chill that made my blood run. She had stuck a dagger in my heart.
I looked at her terrified but I immediately understood. She was getting closer to me and whispered “VENDETTA… for my brother.”
She left me lying on the floor and left.
La Blasa
Never again would I utter her name. That was the last thought in my mind before getting back home yesterday.
I couldn’t know how a tidy person like me had left the responsibility of the steering wheel to my wife. It was a dark cold night and she’d been drinking more than usual, but she seemed so confident.
I didn’t usually let her drive our car so I assumed some risks. I can’t get away from the guilt. Every day, every hour, every second I feel a deep void in my heart.
My little kate, my daughter, I miss you.
Blue Monday
Never again would I utter her name. Everything had changed. We were controlled by superior forces that nobody understood. The only thing we knew was that no one could say a name again. At first we didn’t understand what was happening, but little by little we realized that each time a name was pronounced, the person who had emerged from that insignificant letter combination, disappeared instantly. What would we call people now? How could I not pronounce her name? With that beauty and that aura that she gave off. I made a mistake. I couldn’t contain myself: Avery…
Shiro
A: Never again would I utter her name. You will not believe what has just happened to me. Do you remember who we were talking about while we were on the subway?
B: Of course I remember. What happened?
A: Look at the message she has just sent me: “So… were you talking about me?”
B: Oh my God! We were very tough with our words.
A: I know. I’m so embarrassed.
B: We should explain ourselves and apologize to her.
A: I agree. Also if we talk to her, she may take it as a piece of advice and change her attitude.
B: I wish so too!
Alumn@
“Never again would I utter her name.” I promised myself when I left the hospital. I appreciate everything she did for me. She did the best she could. I can’t blame her, but I don’t think I can get over it. My scars will remind me.
Psychologically it was a difficult process. I had a crisis every time I saw her. My family breathed easy, my problem was over and so was hers, although memories of her in my house will always be there.
My life starts now; when the police gave me my new identification, there was my real photo and my real name.
I’m sorry for her.
Lalola
Never again would I utter her name. Among hundreds she was there trying to be unperceived but it was quite the opposite. Her beautiful aspect, her perfect smell. I want to feel her but I cannot do it. My mother and doctor already told me that it is forbidden. I mustn’t do it ever again but I cannot stop looking at her. My mouth is salivating, each part of my body needs her, wants her. But we broke up. I must say goodbye to her. I will never eat a fabada again.
Attitude.
Never again would I utter her name. At that moment my whole world collapsed. How would I be able to overcome this hard blow? I was unable to stop looking at the computer screen. I couldn’t believe what I was reading. At that moment I understood the reason of my nightmares and the sadness of my parents when I continually told them that I wanted to find my birth mother. They had to hide me that she had tried to kill me when I was 3 years old. I closed the computer and thought: she’s dead to me.
Silky
Never again would I utter her name. It was my first thought after what happened that morning when I was in the park where I saw her. She was looking at the lake’s water and she made an annoying noise. I approached her to make sure that she was well and when I reached her she pointed to the lake where I could see a name written in the water. I read it out and suddenly some snakes emerged from the water and dragged me to the bottom of the lake. Today I keep wondering how I came out of there.
Doll face
Never again would I utter her name. All my life I had been thinking about her, thinking about that inevitable encounter that fate had prepared for us. Thinking about when she would embrace me so as not to let me go; What I could not understand was why I had met her so soon. I always thought that she would arrive when my mental maturity could accept her, but she arrived unannounced and so fast.
There was no point in naming her. She had already arrived. I would no longer have to think about that woman; that woman called Death.
Norway
Never again would I utter her name. They said it was a legend but I had to prove it. I turned three times saying her name on each turn. When I looked at the mirror there she was, smiling as she approached. She wrapped me in a freezing and paralyzing embrace. Her stinking breath touched my face.
I felt like she was absorbing my soul to make it hers.
An infinite fear seized me and from my throat came a heartrending scream.
Then I woke up… or not?
Agatha Christie
Never again would I utter her name. What had happened that night was too serious, so I might not be able to forgive her. How could she think that it was a good idea or that someone would like it?
I was so angry and confused that I didn’t know what to do.
She had ruined the night for all of us. We looked at each other without knowing what to say.
Finally I encouraged myself and I got up from my chair. I looked directly into her eyes and asked her why; why she had bought pineapple pizzas.
Arya
“Never again would I utter her name”, I told myself when nervous and excited I left that séance meeting. Days later I was unable to resist that proposal and I wanted to re-invoke her in a new Ouija session. As she predicted, we would be together soon. And now I am here, by her side, waiting for the one who reads this story to invoke us. It’s easy. Do you want to try?
De paso
Never again would I utter her name because she made me live the worst year of my life and made me change my point of view about childhood. We were kids who wanted to play and laugh but she wanted us to be like adults. We only could get up when we needed to go to the toilet. The rest of the time we couldn’t do anything. I hated to go to school. In my opinion, people who want to work with children must know that their work can damage people’s mind.
Boy