Writen by Lola Huerta
A tacky cowboy worked in an American Circus (I say “tacky” because he was dressed in a very special way: apart from the typical clothes of a cowboy, with a strange hat, he was also wearing big sunglasses!).
He had a difficult relationship with a woman who worked in the Circus as a clown. This woman was very proud and, after a big discussion they had, she decided to change the bullets the cowboy had in his gun, putting real bullets.
Then, when the cowboy was playing his character on his horse and shot his gun, he killed several people who were watching the performance.
The next day there were eight bodies in the cemetery and a lot of people were crying, very impressed by the situation.
Now the clown is in prison, since she was found guilty, whereas the poor cowboy is very depressed and has appointments with a psychologist.
Writen by Lola Huerta
Once upon a time there was a pirate, a woman pirate, who sailed through the Caribbean Sea.
One day she arrived in an island where a handsome prince lived in his palace. When she met him, she fell in love, it was a love at the first sight, but he wasn’t in love and told her: “You’ll never have my love”. (The pirate didn’t know the prince had an affair with one of his waitress).
The pirate used to have everything she wanted and now she loved the prince; so, very angry, she decided to destroy the palace, burn it and kidnap the prince, running away with him.
For a long time they sailed around the world and little by little. Meanwhile they had long conversations; the prisoner’s feelings were changing.
Once they were near the island and they decided to stop. They were walking near the sea when he found a bunch of flowers; he picked it up and gave it to the pirate, showing her his love.
Writen by Teresa López
The haunted house
The story starts with a Grundtvig meeting. This meeting took place in a haunted house here in Llanes. There were people from different European countries and all of them were in the haunted house.
It started raining heavily and the light went off because of a strong storm. So, these people woke up and realized the lights didn´t work in the house, except in the top of the house, in the attic. So, two people in the group, the most courageous ones, went up to see the attic. When they opened the door, Oh my God! What a surprise!
They found a modern devil with red hair watching the television peacefully.
That was the incredible and nice end of the story in the haunted house!
Writen by Rosa Diez
Our story takes place in a wonderful place: a marvelous building in the beautiful German countryside, constructed in the XV century. This castle is owned by a German art collector, a Duke, whose most prized possession is an angel carved in wood: a priceless piece of art.
This angel has a secret hidden inside. It´s filled with hundreds of little diamonds. The Duke´s stepsister knows the secret. She is going through great economic difficulties because of her recent divorce. Therefore, she plans to steal the angel. Wearing black clothes and getting into the security chamber in the middle of the night, she achieves her goal.
But the duke hears a noise, and wakes up. He takes his gun and runs away towards the place where he has his treasure. He sees a dark shadow jumping near the window, and suspecting that his angel is about to be stolen, shoots his gun. Unfortunately, the bullet gets the robber´s body, making him fall down six meters and crash into the floor.
When the duke goes downstairs, and takes the robber´s mask off, he discovers that he has killed his own stepsister. The police arrive one hour later and mark the place where the corpse was, beginning with the investigation immediately.
The first time I remember feeling real pain was one Sunday four years ago when I had a deep muscle pain in my right leg.
I was in my village, and when I went to the bathroom and down 3 steps with a jump I felt the biggest pain of all my life.
I went to the bathroom and sat down, after about a quarter of an hour I could stand up and, as I had arranged with some Friends to walk around the mountains, I went with them.
The next day I went to the doctor, but he said to me:” don’t worry, it doesn’t matter”. So, I went to León with my car and drove and walked during three days, and the pain was horrible.
On Friday I had a bruise on my leg, so I returned to my doctor and he said to me:” oh, yes, I looked at it the other day, but it’s no problema because you musn’t move this week.
But I had a weeding that Saturday so the doctor bandaged my leg from the ankle to the knee.
Fortunately, I wore a long dress.
Written by Sandra Somoano
I remember my first time I tried snails. It was in Madrid with a friend. We were looking for a restaurant different from the ones I usually go in Asturias. And my friend had a brilliant idea: go to a snail restaurant!…
Have you ever eaten snails? – My friend asked me.
No, I’ve never tried them – I answered.
Do you fancy going to a snail restaurant and try? – He suggested.
Ok, I’m easy. Whatever you like – I told him.
So, two hours later we were in a crowded restaurant where a lot of pots full of snails were everywhere. At that moment, I felt something strange on my stomach that didn’t make feel me comfortable in that place.
My friend ordered a plate of snails and two glasses of wine. First, the waiter came with the wine and a pair of minutes later with the snails. I didn’t know how to eat them but my friend explained that I had to take a toothpick with one hand and hold a snail with the other and try to take out the snail flesh from its shell with the toothpick.
My first attempt was successful. I ate the snail but it didn’t taste of anything. I tried again. But this second time was awful. Suddenly, when I was holding the snail on my hand I realized that its sweet eyes were looking at me!. It seemed to be saying: Don’t eat me, please…! My face turned pale. I felt like a miserable criminal and I finally threw the snail on the floor.
That was the first and the last time I tried to eat snails. Never again.
Written by Diego Acosta
I would like to speak about my first time with my first bike. And I would start telling you how it was like.
I came into it from my neighbor when his parents gave him a new one as a Christmas present therefore I had a bike apart from my other presents which it made me even happier. It was a fantastic and colorful blue and white bike with golden G.A.C. letters. It was a bit old-fashioned I have to recognize but when I rode it by the first time it gave me a real sensation of freedom that I’d never felt before.
One thing that amazed me about it was its high technology. It had an incredible system to reduce its measure which it was a handle in the middle of the main tube of its structure that allowed you to fold it and carrying it wherever you want without riding it. Another thing I liked most about it was its front torch which it worked with a piece that we could considerer a piece of museum nowadays, it was the dynamo. It was great because you didn’t need batteries or solar panels either to make it work. It worked with the front or rear wheel’s movement it depended on where you wanted to place the dynamo.
However, all things that it had weren’t good. On the negative side, it had an awful characteristic it was far heavier than my friends’ bikes. My friends and I loved riding our bikes and more often than not we went by bike everywhere. Because its weight of it I always had problems to follow them when the path was uphill so I was the last of the group but thanks to the same reason when we went downhill I went down like a missile, something quite dangerous for a six year old kid.
I was working in Madrid when I went to my first music festival. I went to Rock in Rio for work but I enjoyed of the concerts too. I gave advertising gifts to the festival´s public, It didn´t take a long time so I could see all concerts that I wanted see.
In general, the bands that played there I didn’t like very much but I loved the place. Rock in Rio was well organized; the festival had many toilets and a good grass zone so I could lie in the floor for listen to music. The beer was cheap! It was very hot so I drank a lot of beer. The worst was the music, few bands I liked but I could see to Bob Dylan and it was the first time I saw Franz Ferdinand, I loved them!
I have been to others music festival and all had worse place than Rock in Rio (less toilets, worse ground, expensive food and drink…) Although the other music festivals had better bands.
I took a train for the first time when I was about 8 years old.
I went to Ribadesella. I went with my classmates and my teacher, we went in May.
I remember that we went to the station by coach were ten children. We took by train in the morning and it took us more than 30 minutes to get to Ribadesella.I was a little nervous and very happy, because it was my first journey by train.
I had bought a bag; I remember that it was blue. The blue is my favourite colour.
When we arrived to Ribadesella first thing that we visited was “Tito Bustillo Cave”, it is wonderful. We went sightseeing and visited a lot of interesting places, too. I took some photos my camera. I bought a postcard of Ribadesella.
Then we went to the beach and we ate there. It was a great day for me, because played with my friends on the sand an in the water.
In the afternoon we returned home, my parents picked me up at the station, we arrived about 6 p.m.