Ganadoras primer concurso literario de Short Stories

Ya tenemos las alumnas ganadoras del primer concurso literario de Short Stories del departamento de inglés

La categoría A ha quedado desierta por no ceñirse los participantes a las bases del concurso.

En la categoría B el nivel ha sido muy alto. El primer premio, de 100 euros para gastar en libros y material escolar es para Ibtisam Belkassmi Abdous de 1º de bachillerato C y su relato “Hide it or you’ll regret it.”

HIDE IT OR YOU’LL REGRET IT

DECEMBER 27, 2025: Today marks five years since the first vaccine against Covid-19 was given. We were so naive that we thought that it would end well. Vaccines of all kinds of brands began to be created, with the supposed same objective, to end this strange situation which brought us so many bad emotions. But in fact, what we didn’t even think of was that this could lead to what we are experiencing now...
DECEMBER 31, 2025: I could not write for these last 4 days, people around me were too suspicious of me, and I could not risk; writing brings me too much sadness that right now I must hide. Being in the Moderna vacctrict* implies always being with a smile from cheek to cheek, which for me, being from the Pfizer vacctrict, is so challenging, since the side effect that Pfizer vaccines have is to be able to feel just sadness. My goal is somewhat demanding, killing all the Moderna vacctrict members seems impossible to me, especially when my young sister has just died because of not having the ability to hide her sadness with joy.
2 JANUARY 2026: There are already two people less, there are seven people left out of the ten we were at the beginning. At least for now I suppose that I'm not suspicious for anyone. Putting on a smirk on my face helps a lot, they think I am that happy, when beneath that face I am crying non-stop! Np*, it’s all worth it for helping my vacctrict win. I wonder how easy is it for the impostors of my vacctrict involved in that of the AstraZeneca one, sadness is much easier to hide with anger than with joy.
8 APRIL 2026: I have not written for months, I have been as busy as a bee lately, trying to gain the trust of the rest, so that they do not suspect me. BTW*, there are already 4 people less than the last time I wrote in the diary. But now the worst part comes, we are only three people left, Jacob, a 10-year-old boy, short with dark hair and hypnotic light-blue-coloured eyes, I don't think I can be strong enough to finish him off. It really saddens me since it reminds me of my little brother who was also killed in one of the previous rounds, he was caught as an impostor in the AstraZeneca vacctrict. The other survivor who remains is a hateful man, a tough cookie, William, he might be about 45 years old. He once was a rich businessman, so arrogant, he thinks that the world revolves around him, thus he believes he is the centre of the Universe. Oh! And he is also a snob. What I have planned is to let him finish off the
innocent child, and so, everything will become easier for me. Making William kick the bucket will be so much easier than killing Jacob.
APRIL 9, 2026: Jacob and me are beginning to get along very well, he tells me that I remind him of his elder sister, who always helped him with his homework. And he reminds me more and more of my poor little brother. I hope William finishes him off soon, the longer we keep in touch, the more difficult it will be to say goodbye.
APRIL 11, 2026: Something has just happened today, I was going to go to the factory next door to get some new masks, for Jacob and me. Just as I entered, I saw how under the front shelf, where the FFP2 masks (the masks which look like a filter for a coffee machine) were found, William's body was torn apart. His left eye had a huge bruise and right in the chest, he had a small scalpel stuck in, right in the stomach area. In the other hand, he was holding a letter, a little bit stained with drops of blood. I sat next to him and then I unfolded the letter little by little, I began to read: ‘Dear Anne, I just wanted to warn you that the light eyes child is not what he seems. Yesterday afternoon, I saw how he was in his bedroom preparing something similar to a weapon with the scalpels from the hospital. This was surely to get rid of you, I think you seem to him as an easier target than me. You ought to be careful, I don't want anything bad to happen to you, you're like …' I heard a noise outside, and I stopped reading. Suddenly, right in front of me, Jacob appeared running through the main door towards me, I stayed petrified and I didn't know what to do anymore. He screamed ‘I will finish off the last one left !!’ Just after shouting that, he stabbed himself with the scalpel, right in the chest, in the left area. I knew there was nothing I could do anymore, so I could only cry and cry. "Thanks to the Pfizer vaccine" I could still feel sadness. I kept crying and expressing my only feeling until they came to pick me up and take me back to my vacctrict, Pfizer one. We all got together, we won, we no longer had to go through the damn phase of hiding our only emotion to continue living. Although sadness is not one of the best emotions, hiding it is worse than feeling it. We, crying sadly, were thinking on how good the time was when we were able to express all our feelings, crying, laughing, getting angry, feeling fear, feeling nostalgia, feeling disgust... Now we are still alive, but it will never be as it used to be, we will be sad for the rest of our lives. This side effect does not end until you die, all this because of the damn vaccines that were going to "help" us stop wearing masks, we never expected something like this to happen.
*vacctrict = vaccine + district // BTW = By the way // Np = No problem

El segundo premio, de 50 euros para gastar en libros y material escolar es para Lucía Gimilio Sagredo de 1º de bachillerato C y su relato “A love Story.”

A love story

There was a teenage girl who was unhappy. She did the normal daily things like
going to high school, studying, hanging out with her friends... except one thing that
was missing. She loved reading fairy tales, so she was looking forward to finding true
love, and the girl was convinced that when she met her charming prince she'd be the
most blissful girl in town. But the weeks went by and he didn't come into view.
All of a sudden, the young girl saw something in the distance. There they were, the
eyes of the love of her life. They were brown and reminded her of a glass full of
bubbly and refreshing cola on a hot summer day.
Each day she came back to the same point to stare at her beloved. Every single day,
the girl fell more deeply in love. The truth was that all of it was perfect to the
teenager. She loved the small mouth, the red and fleshy lips although they were dry
and had small injuries. In addition, she loved the way the big, yellowish, teeth
showed up between them. Also the girl loved the long, black, messy, wavy hair, and
the way it was collected in the back of the small ears, pierced with silver earrings.
The girl looked so deeply that she was able to see down to the smallest detail of the
beloved skin. And she loved it, the moles, the scars in the knees and the tiny one in
the wrist.
All about that person pleased her, the loud and noisy laugh, the way of walking, its
clothes, how it looked and how it was.
After days of begging for her love-story-lover, there it was. Just in front of her, there it
was the mirror reflection looking at her eyes. Yes, the young girl fell in love with
herself and she realised that it was the most pure love ever seen or read. Loving
yourself can be a long journey, but in the end, it is worthwhile.