STORY 1 no longer leaves the house, surrounded as it is sweat and mesh when the supermarket, music

25 25 2013. Recommendations Christmas Island book writer and poet Joanna lets us Brush in the year of its centenary clip on "The Diary of Anne Frank," won the first contest giving away books booktrailers Island a Great Christmas Panera Literary Stephen King keeps' Doctor Sleep 'history of The Shining'
Spanish Catalan News News News News News News Genre foreign authors nursery Pocket Black Interviews nursery Kids Child Children 0 to 4 years 5 to 8 Children 9 to 12 years of Junior A taste .. Opinion
Double literary Special Summer Special 2013 Special 2013 Special 1714 Special St. George George RR Martin 31 Catalan Book Week Competitions III Award island books Photo Contest IV Planeta Prize 2013
You can now vote for the stories of the Category B correspond to stories written in less than 400 words. At the end of this article nursery you can vote for who you liked more. One story will be chosen by popular vote and the other by a specialized jury.
STORY 1 no longer leaves the house, surrounded as it is sweat and mesh when the supermarket, music and tunes all unwanted mobile burst scandalously invading his own silence (out now there is silence.) Even at the music school the children do not speak, shout or type esse-emma-esses like crazy colleagues who have a meter away. On the train, tablets nursery and electronic books replace often used to show that being busy. Against this background desert, the best option then is to stay on the island especially at home, retrieve the luxurious silence or connect to medici.tv for music and reread the classics library. Isolated? No, freedom of the sea of banality that surrounds the island. "
Foul STORY 2 an hour to sunrise. Maria seems to sleep in the coffin. The neck shows the two black dots that were so afraid the doctor. I've been to watch it all night in the small chapel of the castle. Nobody wanted to accompany me. The windows rattle, the wind seems to break the windows. I hear screams and howls in the dark. Mary opens her eyes. His chest rises slightly in an attempt to catch his breath again. Kneel and grab a crucifix. She gets up: "Do not you want me, John?" Her cold hand strokes. Release the cross. I am attracted to her chest and sucks life. I am his forever. The windows explode with the force of the wind. Enter a flock of bats while we flee. Morning only see the empty coffin, nursery a few drops of blood and a cross lying on the ground.
STORY 3-Sandpiper. The Siseta was a woman of character. nursery Of facing nursery life as it comes, as if they alone were to load the target on its back. Woke up at daybreak nursery and prepared breakfast for a good wagon before they hooked tartans and horses and began a long working day. Among the horses there was one called "Pajarito". nursery He was a strong and hardworking horse, animal trust. She had a hard life, many years of drag paths and carts loaded with cork tartans. I was now at the end of his life, his strength had decreased, nursery the load was too often for him and had to be replaced by other young animals. The Siseta felt something special this horse will recognize years of effort and nobility, and he always kept a candy that could make her happy. One afternoon, the Siseta that morning had left her house to go running errands in the town next door, entered the stables and saw the "Pajarito" was not there. Asked the porters who were great in the yard of the house and they gave him the bad news. Siseta's husband, Antonio, had given orders to lead the horse to the train station. There would be loaded on top of a car and taken to the slaughterhouse. It was the final destination of all animals. The woman said nothing, but all employees were rushing out the door as the big house. Said that exhausted reached the train station and there, with the moral authority that characterized, gave orders to porters and even the Chief of Station. The fact is that the horse was unloaded from the train and both animal and owner, climbed up the street to get back to his house. nursery Upon entering, her husband and they were looking wagon and Siseta without stare at anyone, ruled: This horse stays home, does not hold up that old. Miss has earned.
STORY 4 SYNDROME Frègoli blue sweater, beige pants, I remember it well because my ass pinched me to do in the morning before m