Saturday, March 17, 2018

Inside. (Flash Fiction. 75 words)

Josh ran as fast as he could, but unfortunately he was not as fit as he used to be. Even though he was a cop, he had had a desk job for five years.

He was sweating and out of breath, his lungs felt like lead. However, the fear kept him going. He had to escape… he could not stop.

The danger was real. It also was unavoidable. It was a monster inside his head.

Saturday, March 10, 2018

Book Review: Wonder.

I have always enjoyed reading YA and children’s books. Harry Potter, Little House on the Prairie, Horrid Henry, Holes, The Fault in Our Stars, The Worst Witch… and many others. I read some of those to my children when they were little, but others I read on my own.

Not long ago, the book club I run in my school chose Wonder as our monthly novel.

I’m sure you’ve heard about this wonderful book or maybe seen the film.

R. J. Palacio published Wonder in 2012 after an incident in her own life. One day, while she was waiting for the bus with her 3-year-old son, he started crying when he saw a girl with a severe facial deformity.

That was what inspired her to create one of the most endearing characters in children’s literature: August Pullman or Auggie as his friends and family call him.

The story is narrated in the first person and different chapters are told by different characters, which means we get different perspectives and a more reliable, rounded vision.

Everything begins when Auggie, who has been homeschooled and undergone twenty-something operations in his young life, starts middle school. Some children are kind to him, but many bully him because of the way he looks.

This is a great book for children and adults alike. One that makes us think and teaches us to be kinder.

Auggie and his family are examples of endurance and the ability to be cheerful even when life is tough.

If you haven’t read it, do. You will not regret it. The characters will stay with you long after you finish the last page. And you will be left with a warm, fuzzy feeling in your heart and a sweet taste in your mouth. 

Saturday, February 24, 2018

Sapphire Blue

I dreamt I was
Another me.
I dreamt I lived
A better dream.

I danced among
Scarlet streamers.
I swam in waters
Of sapphire blue.

I dreamt there was
A perfect world.
I dreamt I made
No more mistakes.

The sky was purple,
The stars shone bright.
The chains of daisies
Adorned the night.

The dream was vivid,
But it wasn’t real.
The flowers died,
The sky fell down.
There were no streamers.
The sea
Turned grey
And I woke up.

Friday, February 23, 2018

Write a 100-word story with a happy ending.

This is mine:

I’ve been playing guitar in Central Park for twenty years now.

It was okay when I was young, but now I’m tired.

There’s an old lady sitting on a bench opposite me, her poodle dog on her lap. She’s been watching me for at least two hours. 

I bet she will eventually leave without giving me a single  cent.

The dog is approaching me now and smelling my upturned hat. The lady is smiling at me and, without a word, she gives me a folded piece of paper. It’s a check for five thousand dollars. Maybe dreams come true sometimes.

Saturday, January 27, 2018

Can you write a horror story in two sentences? Mine was inspired by the movie below.

The silence around me is heavy, like solid lead; unbroken, infinite, empty.

I stretch my arms, and when I touch the smooth, unblemished wood, I realize I’ll never get out of my forever prison.

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Becka. A short story for children.

Becka is soft. As soft as a cloud must be. As soft as cotton wool that you squeeze between your fingers.

Becka is white, at least when she is clean. Then, she looks like a little pile of moving snow. When she is dirty, she becomes smaller, her hair matted here and there.

Becka has black eyes. So very black, the only point of darkness in her whole body. But it is a special darkness, a darkness that is also light. Bright and attentive, always looking in the right direction, not missing a detail of what is going on around her.

Becka is loving. She always knows when somebody needs her company. She follows her owners everywhere, offering herself as a warming cushion.

Becka adores food, all kinds of food, but especially human food. When presented with a bowl of kibble, this soft toy turns into a ferocious lion.

Becka hates baths. Why make oneself wet, when being dry is much more fun and a lot safer? In the bathtub, she wriggles and splashes. She goes around like a little windmill in a blustery day.

Becka is fond of walks. In the street, her nose to the ground, she behaves like a furry detective, following scents that lead nowhere.

Becka enjoys sleeping most of all. She curls up small and warm on the rocking chair and dreams that she’s climbing up a tree or chasing a bunny.

Becka can do all this and more, because she’s a huge smile trapped in a dog’s body.