re- told tale II

Tale told twice

Confession

Me: In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit amen.

Priest: OK son, tell me.....

Me: Oh father I've made a big mistake, I was weak before flesh.

Priest: How deep did you go?

Me: deep enough, I couldn't restrain my desire! I know I shouldn't sit next to her!
But the anxiety of feeling these sensations again was more powerful than my stamina!
And the worst thing is I acted carelessly.

Priest: Why?

Me: It was in a public place...! It was dark but anyone could have caught us!

Priest: Were both of you such irresponsible?

Me: father, it was inevitable! I'm not as courageous as I appear!
Her sight, her sensual pitch, her caresses, her touch, her blow job!

Priest: Stop! Stop! Son

Me: and my absolution...?

Priest: I guess I'm not in a mood!

Tale told twice

Revelation

I never imagined it could happen to me, although I guess I had an inner desire. More than usual, our minds and reason are ruled by or basic instincts. Now I remember it and I feel kind of disgusted with myself especially because of my growing religious convictions. I've tried and made my best to leave that lustful past away of me, but memories run once in a while especially when they ambush me during those lonely moments, luckily I don't ride buses so often otherwise those flashbacks would have trapped me. However, it still remains in me as something as enjoyable as repugnant. Why did I allow it? if I was supposedly in constant control of my mind; but I would like to see anyone of my male readers or the female crooked ones (sorry but you have to have a twisted mind to perform a crazy practice like that having into account you might be caught at any moment) trying to deal with a roller coaster of excitement like that one. The event I am referring to happened without premeditation if you do not consider hidden fantasies as preconceived plans. It was late at night and I was on my way back home after fighting ferociously for selling something others did not need. As I do whenever I ride a public transportation I looked for back seats but with feminine company, and I got the lottery! She was there, as sensual as ever, with her customary lustful sight, that invited me to sit next to her without whispering a word. We greeted each other with unconscious invitations to go further, using libidinous pitches which were tremendously eloquent. I don't remember what words came then. We both fell in that unquenchable game of caresses any gentle but powerful, full of ardor that could only lead to seek more satisfaction which obviously we came across, I do not know if she came into ecstasy but with that blow job from her, for me was more than enough. We did not realize how the bus consumed those eighteen accomplice kilometers. Once I reached my destination I got off the unforgettable public transportation that more than ten years ago made my life more sinful.

TWICE TOLD TALE BY EDWARD CANO

TWICE TOLD TALE BY EDWARD CANO
GIVE ME YOUR CELL PHONE

I was resting in my house just trying to forget her eyes, her face, all her body, just like any loser kid who wasn’t enough for a damn beautiful girl that can have anything she wants, she can have even the life of a boy who wants to be the owner of something ethereal like her beauty and her love. But that’s not the principal topic, that’s just the way I felt that day. This anecdote begins with a call, my cousin who was in the same ridicule situation than mine, proposed to me the most particular plan.
– do you want to come to the stadium? He asked me
I know you are asking yourself why that is a particular invitation. Well, the thing is that the team that played that night was America de Cali. Yes, I am a Deportivo Cali’s fan, so now you know why for me that was a particular invitation. I had never seen a game of America de Cali in my life that team meant nothing for me at that time, and it means nothing for me now. But I was in such situation that I accepted. The Game was really late in the night; it was about 8:30 pm. I remembered at that time I had a new pair of sneakers they were really expensive. So I decided to change my shoes and got some money for the ticket.
My cousin arrived at 8:00 o’clock; I lived near the stadium so we decided to walk. It wasn’t a long way, just about ten blocks, in the middle of the way there was a really dark path, in fact I knew that this part of the way was really dangerous, because I have a friend who used to lived there, but my cousin and I had nothing to worry about, because we had no money and nothing with a real value, that’s what we thought. My cousin was wearing a hand radio that he had in his right ear, he looked like if he were using a cell phone, at that time my cousin and I hadn’t enough money to have a cell phone, they were really expensive at that moment. Suddenly I saw a bike passing near us, the guy who was riding it, made a stare on me, I felt a wear premonition, I almost got some flashes about what was next, then I followed the rout he took with his stupid bike, when he arise the corner he made his way back to us, then I alerted my cousin with a popular expression “Parce nos van a hacer la vuelta” “men, we have troubles”, my cousin was really immerse in his radio, but in two seconds he understood what I was talking about. This guy started to take out his gun from his pants, like always in this kind of experiences the time ran in slow motion, the gun’s barrel was very long, I always remember the joker in Batman in the same scene with his big pistol, and he immediately said.
- Give me the cell phone, give me the cell phone, you son of a bitch. He pointed his arm toward us at random. I just saw the little hole waiting for the worst; all my body was really cold, and shaking.
- Which cell phone, said my cousin with an awkward expression in his face.
- I saw it, the fucking cell phone you have, give me the fucking cell phone. My cousin had kept his radio in his pocket.
- I don’t have any cell phone! He was really scared too. I noticed that because his vacillation, like if he wanted to run far away. I don’t know how, I realized what had happened.
- That’s not a cell phone, it’s just a radio. I said. Then my cousin had again a holy molly expression, and rapidly searched his radio in his pocket and let it in a car’s hood.
- The thief couldn’t believe what he saw; a cheap old radio lay in the hood of an old car.
- He looked at the radio with a disgusting expression on his face and then said. You almost lose your life for a fucking radio. “suerte es que te deseo”. He returned to his bike and finally disappeared.
Our skin was like a white piece of paper and our hearts were beating like a drum.
GIVE ME THE FUCKING CELL PHONE

Hanging around as always. Since I broke with Yuri Vanesa I have become a fucking bum, you know, I always think about her, I remember the way we did it all the time in my bed, and that makes me sick. Then I got crazy and I have to search something to do, and I can't resist the idea to get a shoot. You know pal last night I have this sensation and I didn't have money. I heard a voice in my mind pushing me, over and over, you know how is this shit. - “get a shot, get a shot, do it, do it”, and then I took my bike and got out looking for a jerk to rob. Not far from my house there is a place where you don't find too much people in the street, there aren’t cops, it’s really dark, and at that time people go to the game, America vs. Libertad. So I was riding my bike looking for the right moment, when I saw these two guys, they looked so stupid and weak. I tried to pass really close to them to see what they have with them, and I saw one of them using a cell phone, I didn’t know what kind of cell phone, but It looked like it was a small one because I merely notice the color. The two guys were really distracted so they didn’t notice my present. When I arrived to the corner I thought this is the moment, I turned back and accelerated my motor. I almost hit with my bike the other guy, he jump out of his skin, and then I balanced my gung toward them. The pale faces they have make me felt even more sure and aggressive.

- Give me your cell phone son of a bitch. These guys were really scare, I looked stair at their pants waiting for some water. But nothing happened. So I repeat.
- Give me the fucking cell phone. The guy who was using the cell phone was nodding and freeze. He had no idea what I was talking about.
- Which cell phone? He said with a scary voice. Almost crying.
- The damn cell phone in your pocket, I saw it.
- His partner react and said, that’s not a cell phone is just a radio. A Radio? I wonder. I couldn’t believe what I saw when this mother fucker took out of his pocket a fucking old radio and put it in the hood of a parking car. I almost lose my control and blowed his stupid head, but then I felt sorry and let them “sanos”. I can’t stop laughing at myself since that moment.

TWICE TOLD TALE BY JAVIER RAMOS

My first time without love

I remember with sadness the day in which my heart broke in a million fragments by the fault of a woman. A woman as beautiful as the shine of the moon in summer nights. This woman came to my life in the right moment, the moment in which my life was falling apart, a moment in which the last ray of hope that left in my soul was on the verge of extinction. At that moment I felt that God and all his court of divinities loved me more than any other human being in this planet since a woman so beautiful being atracted by such a common and normal guy like me does not happen every day, and that saying that we all deserve the best things is not always fulfilled.

This woman spent with me the best things in my life. She gave me a motive for smiling again and to find some sense in this frivolous and often cruel life, this life where we all want more and more because what we have is never enough. She was the main protagonist in my life until the moment arrived in which she said that she did not know what was exactly what she was feeling for me, that her heart was confused and full of doubts, that she needed time to think and apparently she need too much time because until this day I have not known anything about her.





My first time without love
1. Steps to be left without love:
2. The first thing is to find a woman who could break your heart in millions of fragments.
3. That you could not forget that woman because she is as beautiful as the moon in summer nights.
4. To think that thanks to her the lost hope was found again.
5. That you feel that you won a prize for being able to be with a woman so beautiful who normally would not be with a common guy.
6. That this woman be almost perfect and share the best moments in the life with you.
7. That she be the motive for smiling every morning and to find sense to this frivolous and cruel life.
8. That she in the best moment gets confused and asks you a time to think.
9. That the time that she takes to think be so long that you never see her again.

A TWICE-TOLD STORY by Natalia Arévalo

Battle of Los Angeles: The battle inside the cinema

There we were trying to decide what movie we wanted to watch, I love watching dramas and comedies, but today, there were not many options at the cinema.

My boy wanted to watch “Battle of Los Angeles”, I said yes even though I’m not very fond for those kinds of movies, (I just don’t like aliens and all that crap) and we got our tickets, bought some pop corn, nachos and soda.

The theater was almost empty, our seats were in the last row, and in that same row there were two guys right next to us and at the end of it the “Alien”.

I have to recognized that in spite of the same shitty story (the American heroes saving civilians and saving One of the most important cities of the world) this movie got my attention, the special effects, the acting of the characters, anyway, I was super hooked by this movie when suddenly I heard an extra sound that wasn’t part of the movie… a freaking cell phone ringing!!! and I was like “Are you effing kidding me?”, and he wasn’t, instead he answered and started talking like if he was in a park, yelling “NO TE ESCUCHO GUEVON, HABLAME MAS DURO” and then the BATTLE began.

I shushed him and told him to leave the room while he was on the phone but he didn’t pay attention and kept talking loudly, and at this very moment I saw my boyfriend holding one of the ice cubes from our soda and throwing it to the “Alien”, I felt like my guts were on fire and I was waiting for the insults and the fight to start, then I heard the jerk telling my boyfriend: hey dude what’s your problem? And my boyfriend’s answer was: Hahahahaha! Are you asking that for real?? I was so damn nervous I started thinking about the “Alien” waiting for us at the exit of the theater to get even or something.

Eight minutes before the movie’s ending, the a-hole left the cinema and the battle was over.

People

People go to the movies to have a good time.

People buy pop corn at the cinema to eat while watching the movie.

People buy soda to drink it while eating pop corn.

People should turn-off or silence their cell phones when watching the movie.

People get mad when disturbed by a cell phone ring.

People don’t expect other people to talk loudly inside a theater when watching a movie.

People get violent when watching an end-of-humanity movie.

People throw ice cubes to people who don’t respect a common area like a theater.

People are cheeky even knowing full well they've made a mistake or disrespect others.

People get nervous when their loved ones scold misfits.

People know when to leave a battle.

People don’t know when to stop panicking out.

People suck.

TRIP - First Version

An awful and unforgettable trip

at everyday of my life

Characters:

A woman with a baby

A young woman

A man

Me

I still remember the fist time I heard about it, when they said on TV “This transportation is going to improve your lifestyle and bla bla bla” or almost funny when they also stated “now our city is going to be more civic...the MIO is yours, Cali a new beat.” Thus, I think back about those bureaucratic promises, I say to myself “I knew it.” Therefore, since my personal viewpoint, I´m going to mention three arguments in order to set out that traveling by MIO bus is actually an awful and unforgettable trip to me at everyday of my life.

First at all, if you expect to be on time at any place by MIO bus, forget it! When you arrive at any station, please, be ready! since you´ll wait for really long time just to arrive home. Thus, your trip by that bus might take an “eternity.” Imagine! Many time consumed due to a local reform stated by the caleña mayoralty which almost forces us to get into an inefficient means of transport like that.

Secondly, once you have gotten into this bus, you´ll realize what a push is. People should travel completely “squeezed” so, they should push each other in order to fit inside it.

I remember once when a woman with a baby shouted at some passengers: “you´re gonna injure my baby by pushing me like this.” That was horrible, the poor woman with her son were actually suffering inside this transportation. I still can´t understand why a person should suffer into a bus if his/her only intention is to arrive home. Those situations have made me realize that our local government doesn´t care about what´s going on with its citizen since its only purpose is to get citizens´ money without offering them an actual benefit as they state in MIO´s advertising. By the way, about that woman with her baby, well, another young woman gave her away her place and told her: “please, sit down here, otherwise they´re gonna crush your baby”

My last appreciation about MIO is related to the desperation that some people feel into this transportation. They behave like “wild animals” just to get a place inside this bus. I still remember once when a man told me while he pushed me: “hey! That place is mine!” so, I replied to him: “ok, don’t worry, it´s totally yours. I´m not going to discuss for anything which is not yours and mine either” However that might be since they are tired of working the whole day and their only hope is to get an available place to rest a bit.

I couldn’t deny the fact that some people have good experiences by travelling into MIO. Maybe, all my experiences are due to my lifestyle since I´m a hard working person so I should get into any transportation very early in the morning or at about five or six pm in the evening. That´s what is called in Colombia “hora pico.” At this time the transportation tends to be complicated. Thus, if someone has a different appreciation about this means of transport, below this text is the right place to express it. By the way, I swear not to be a MIO user all my life!

To my son on march 24

Dear son

It has been 35 years since i saw you last time.

I remember the last conversation shearing a cup of mate, your dreams, our plans, your love.

You had been in my mind since then. All this years, but most of all those in which the dictatorship was going.

You know that was going to happen, that’s way you told me you wished that somebody lake Severino Di’Giovanni could by there to help you fight Videla as he fought Uriburu.

But they came for you that night. I swear I tried to hide you the best a could but they destroyed the house, it was impossible that they couldn’t find you. They would burn the house if they had to, to find you.

Dear son you and your ideas would by so useful today, since the time we were together the things have changed. The people today done see as clearly, as you and your friends did, the injustice and the domination, that makes the loss of freedom something even desirable for much.

Dear son how much would I like to have you back live, live, just the way they took you.

Twice told story (Alvaro)

My first day at the University

I will always remember my first class' day. It all start a Tuesday in the afternoon.

I was so exited, that I organized my stuffs the day before, just like an elementary kid will do. I putted my pens on my pencil case, my notebook (still with it fresh new smell on it) on my bag, and the last, but not the least, I took a bottle of water. I started my class in the afternoon, so I decided to take a light breakfast; anyway I didn't eat a lot because I was extremely impatient to meet my new classmates and teachers. I wanted everything went perfect, so I leave the house early and I took the bus one hour in advance. During the way to the University, I imagined how would be my new academic life and I begged for nice teachers. Although I already had hear about the troubles in the public Universities, this time I prayed to have a normal day. When I arrived to the University, I went straight to the building 315. Since I was already there (3 weeks ago I presented a test on the lab.), I knew that the classrooms were located on the third floor, so I didn't stopped unnecessarily on the second floor to look for a room full of “primiparos”. However I didn't check the number of the classroom before, so I started looking in each room. I think everybody recognize me because I opened the door and ask with an innocent “Is this the english lv 1 class?”. I ask in all the rooms but none of them were the correct one. Finally ( and that's why I recently wrote a letter to the Murphy law) I opened the last room and check inside. I didn't know if there was a miracle, or maybe the f*&!ing Muyrphy's law, but I finally reach the correct room.

I entered and sat quietly trying not to look like a newby.

Recommendations for your first class' day

1. Make sure you have previously arranged all your equipment in order to avoid wasting time preparing yourself.

2. Have a balanced meat. Include in your diet proteins and water so your organism can reach the energy from your organism properly when needed.

3. Use your time wisely. Take the bus (it would be suitable a taxi) 30 minutes in advance in order to avoid any unexpected situation, for instance a traffic jam.

4. If possible, have a previous visit to your destination so it would be easier for you to reach the place.

5. AND THE MOST IMPORTANT, WROTE ALL THE INFORMATION NECESARY TO REACH YOUR DESTINATION SUCH AS THE ADRESS, PHONE NUMBER AND CLASSROOM NUMBER.

Rhythm by James Alan Gardner

7.8 Rhythm

<Previous  |  Top  |  Table of Contents  |  Next> Good prose pays attention to rhythm: the rhythm of the words and sentences. It's difficult to describe, but it's very real; writers with lousy rhythm are harder to read.
Sentences establish rhythm by their length and punctuation. Long languid sentences convey a different mood than short choppy ones. A short sentence that comes after several longer ones draws attention to itself—such sentences are often used as cappers to the preceding material, capping off the passage before going on to something new:

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I was just about to lock in the auto-pilot when the navigation screen flashed every color in the rainbow for three and a half seconds, turned fuzzy gray for a second after that, then went completely blank. Naturally, I hit the DIAGNOSTICS button. Nothing happened—for all I knew, the diagnostic suite might be happily running through the nav system circuits, but the screen didn't show me a thing. I spun my chair to face the command console, but its screen had gone blank too. So had the screens for the engines, communications, and life support. I stared stupidly at all those empty screens until it dawned on me that things had gone awfully quiet behind my back: the usual noise of machinery, air ventilators, and cooling fans had fallen silent.
Then the lights went out. Shit.

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The above passage consists of a long paragraph describing the narrator's gradual realization that something has gone wrong with the ship. The sentences of that paragraph aren't all long, but taken together, they give the impression of slowness: a progressive unfolding of one bad thing after another, each making the situation seem worse.

The passages in this section are examples, not recipes. I’m not saying you should imitate them (although you can, if you do it wisely); I’m just using these passages to illustrate the effects that rhythm can have. It’s up to you to develop your own feel for rhythm and how it can work for you.

The second paragraph is the capper: two short sentences giving the final indication of trouble and the narrator's reaction. After this, the story will presumably shift away from describing the initial problem and will tell what the narrator does in response. (It should be obvious that after "Shit," the story can't go back to the narrator watching things go dead. The time has come for the narrator to get out of the chair and do something. One reason that's obvious is the story's rhythm—after the capper, you have to do something different.)
Using a capper like this is a nice gimmick, but it shouldn't be overdone. I'm showing it here as an easy-to-understand example of rhythm in sentences. Most of the time, rhythm is more subtle. You mix the length of sentences, and stay away from sentences that are noticeably short or long.
The rhythm in dialogue often contrasts with the rhythm in the surrounding text.

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"Frank? Frank. Oh no. Frank!"
She ran across the room to where he lay bleeding on the immaculate white carpet...

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The rhythm in the dialogue line shows extreme emotion. After the choppy dialogue sentences, the text that follows is smoother, conveying some of the speed with which the woman runs to the body.
Single words can be important to rhythm too. A long word has a different effect than a short one. Sometimes I find myself saying I need a two-syllable adjective with the emphasis on the second syllable, or else the rhythm of the sentence will be thrown off. Fortunately, the English language has so many words, I can usually find one that suits my purposes.

A writer's sense of rhythm develops over time. It's mostly unconscious—I certainly don't say to myself, "It's time for three long sentences followed by a short one." I'm simply aware of the "feel" of what I'm writing and try to match that feel to the impression I'm trying to make.

<Previous  |  Top  |  Table of Contents  |  Next> Copyright © 2001, James Alan Gardner

Source: http://www.thinkage.ca/~jim/prose/rhythm.htm

the trip by Frank

My trip to maturity

It was a cool party night of emotion, excitement, alcohol, girls, dancing (but ended up being anything else hotter). As a matter of fact it became something like a turning point in my future. When I realized I was all bleeding, with my shirt tore up and riding my motorcycle I don't know how since I was drowned in alcohol. The fantastic thing was I got home completely unconscious, that was a miracle, a second called that I am still struggling to attend (Lord knows I’ve tried).How did it happen? It is morbid even to recall it. What were its unthinkable consequences? At least one is it made out me more aware of what one can lose if insist acting stupidly or what you can win if accepts guilt as a good adviser.

Because by Diana G

Because….

Because I never sleep late and always wake up early

Because I learnt how to change a diaper in a minute.

Because I learnt how to prepare a formula when I am still asleep.

Because I learnt how to sing baby songs even if I can´t sing at all.

Because I play hide and seek again as if I was 6.

Because I know all the names of the t.v shows on the discovery kids channel.

Because I have to wake up several times in the morning and I don´t mind doing it.

Because I have to pick up toys the whole day.

Because I am not a witch but I foretell what you are trying to tell me.

Because just a laugh can make a day worth it.

Because I have less time for me and all my time is for you.

Because when I look at your eyes I see love and kindness.

Because I spend more time in play grounds and parks than at the hair dresser salon

Because I want to quit my job and spend all my time with you.

Because only watching you when you are sleeping makes me feel calm.

Because since you were born my life changed for good.

Because even with one thousand things more to do, I couldn’t be happier.

How I met my niece.

I felt like a worm packed in a plastic bag full of water. Wait a sec! Now that I recall it, it always had been this way, until that day. I was really used to that, I mean: swimming in a warming and jelly liquid that I liked to taste from time to time –it was salty by the way-. But something was wrong that day and I knew it from the very moment that my warming liquid began to flush down. The more I tried to move, the more I felt the plastic bag attached to my body. The water must have gone somewhere and I had to know where. so I put myself up-side-down and pushed my head close to the hole that the liquid gone through, though not so close as to flush myself down. When I tried to cross the hole with my head, I felt something pushing my head back again. The more I pushed my head outside, the more this strange force kept me inside. After some minutes of a strong wrestling I felt my head in the outside. Finally I would dig myself in that warming liquid again, I thought. But I was wrong, what I felt at that very moment gave me the creeps. A freezing air covered my head in such a way that I felt my bones shaking. So I remained still, with my eyes and my mouth shut. I could barely breathe. I felt the hole closing around my neck so tidily like a lion’s mouth digging its fangs in a gazelle's neck. But the most terrifying experience was about to come. When I thought that I would remain in that position for the rest of my existence I was shot outside like a bullet. Everything was cold and non salty warm liquid around. My heart was about to burst. I hardly breathe. I was really scare. I didn’t know where I was. It took me some minutes to realize that it was my own voice that was breaking my ears. I opened my eyes and an overrated image let me identify a hand that picked me up in the air. I was afraid so, I moved as fast as I could and then, I fell down. I heard many voices screaming at once. I closed my eyes and I screamed again. I opened my eyes again, and this time, my overrated vision let me identify two hands that carried me up in the air. I closed my eyes. Minutes later I was sucking a sweet and warm liquid from a leather bag. I closed my eyes, took a big breath and I felt tranquil.

It was 5:15 am when I was woke up for my sister shouts. Some days before, she went to the hospital. groaning of pain, but the doctors said that the moment didn’t have arrived yet. “Babies born when they are ready to born” mama told her when she came back from the hospital with the same eight-and-a- half months belly. She couldn’t do anything but wait; and wait she did. That dawn was really cold as all August’s dawns. “Mama hurry up, I can hold it” said my sister almost crying. I could see her suffering. She was really in pain: she grabbed her belly with both hands while she crossing her legs. I got dressed in a minute while my mother was taking her shower.” Mom, do you really think this is a good time for taking a shower?” my sister complained. “Don’t push me up I didn’t ask you to get pregnant, did I?” -mama shot back from the bath-. When mom was ready, we went outside looking for a cab. As it was to early, non cab would cross that lonely street. After fifteenth minutes of waiting, a cab appeared in the horizon. I walked until the middle of the way and made a sign for the cab to stop. We got the car. Mama asked the driver to lead us to the nearest hospital. The odyssey started. I think that this old men was kind of drunk. When I asked him to go to the left, he turned to the right. And when I asked him to go forward, he got the left. Suddenly we found ourselves in a cul-de-sac. When we finally could find a way out from this dead end, the baby head began to show up. I was really scared watching my sister trying to hold the baby inside. Hurry up! Said my sister. “Don't shout like that, relax” replayed the driver. “Hold it” – mama suggested- When we finally made it to the hospital the baby's head was long out. Given the circunstances, my sister didn't have another option but given birth in the back side of the cab. I got out of the car, so my mom did. I run to the hospital to ask for help. The guard came with a wheelchair that my sister wouldn't use. “Call a doctor” -I requested- I went back to the cab just in time to see how this baby was shot like a bullet infront of the people gathered near us. My mom shouted so loud that made me scream too. Then, she tried to grab the baby with a hand, unfortunately the baby slipped out of her hand falling down on the cab chair. Every body shouted at once. When mom was trying to grab the baby for the socond time, a young male doctor came. With both hands, he put the baby up in the air, and entered the hospital. That was a tough day . The tranquility came only when I saw my sister breast-feeding a beautiful baby.

A twice told story

A twice told story

Without permission

One day a little girl decided to go to the park. She thought “today I wanted to play , especially in the dangerous wheel”. Thus, she asked her mother “can I go to the park with my nanny? Her mother answered her “no, I am sorry, I go out. You and your nanny must stay on home”. The little girl was angry thinking that her mother was a bad person.

One hour late, the little girl’s mother is not on home. So she persuaded her nanny to go to the park. She was happy, because she really enjoyed this game. When they arrived to the park, they went to the wheel, there were many children there. One boy, the oldest boy was turning the wheel, and each time the wheel turned faster and stronger than the first time.

The little girl was laughing and screaming, this game was very exciting for her. When the wheel stopped, the girl says using a sweet voice “please, one more, handsome boy”. The boy started to run, he turned the wheel, but the girl was not ready, she was standing up, her hands were not holding the wheel. She went flying through the air falling down to the ground, banging out her leg thigh. They came back to the house, the girl was crying, she had a huge hillock in her thigh. Her mother said to her “I told you”, the little girl must go the doctor for several months, before the hillock has disappeared.

Dangerous games in the park

Last week a little girl suffered a terrible accident in a well know park of the city. In this park there is a wheel that is used for many children at the same time. When the children are using it, there are no adults with them. In this case in particular the little girl was thrown through the air after another boy turned the wheel violently. The girl hanged her leg thigh, which caused that a huge hillock was appearing there. The girl was taken to the doctor, and he told us that the girl needs several months of therapy in order to the hillock disappears. The park was closed by authorities.

An open letter to the zancudo By Ingrid Urán

Dear zancudo

You know, all day I’m busy, I’m doing many things: I’m a mommy, I’m a student, I’m a girlfriend and I’m a female worker. At the end of the day, I really want to arrive to my house and rest.

For me arrive my house is a nice moment, because I love to see my son and my boyfriend. The night is a time to talk with them about their day and their stuff. Unfortunately, you are in my house with me. You are there like another son or like the sun in the universe. Smart zancudo, don’t let me to know that you are.

You are hanging around, but as far away as you can, regarding and waiting. You heard all that I say or I do. As a wild animal watches his prey to surprise her, you choose the precise moment in order to start your show. Far from my mind you are, calmly I take a bath, I dress my pyjamas and I lay on my comfortable bed. It’s time to rest. However you don’t think in the same way, this is your party time. Perhaps for you is the night young? During the day was not you work?

When I am falling asleep, you start doing these noises to announce your arrival as if you were the king or the president. These noises surround to my ear as making fun of me, because I cannot catch you. Using your rapid flight as a jet, you realize maneuvers that make impossible that I see you, also seem that chapulin has giving his pills of chiquitolina, since with this so insignificant size, transforms my night.

It looks like a battle between David and the Giant, me with my big hands treating to squash you, and you evade me

As if it is not enough, you call your cliques, filling you with the value to continue with the mess. I ask you why did not you do it in your day? Use the light of day to work as I do it. Have Mercy on me, and you leave me to have one calm night.

I only ask me When the day came and a strong rain of insecticide will you reach?.

Then your wild nights will be over , and I can sleep in peace.

With of my love

Ingrid

A twice-told-story

Instructions to be frightened by a ghost at a friend’s house at three in the morning

To be successfully frightened by a ghost at a friend’s house at three in the morning you must follow the very next steps. First of all, go to a friend’s house to work on a research project you have to present the next day. Second, get tired working on this assignment; mainly because of the painful and merciless computer’s screen. Third, pretend you effectively finish the assignment because you are really tired and because it is not actually interesting at all for you. Fourth, go to a tight and tough bedstead at 2:45 in the morning. Fifth, try to sleep because you have to get up early in order to present such assignment. Sixth, let a ghost pull you out by the feet at the very moment you are about to slumber away (at 3:00 in the morning). Seventh, tell your friend you “just felt like falling down the bedstead” in order to calm him down once he wakes up in panic because of your screams and abrupt movements. Finally (and optionally), get more frightened after your friend, badly relived, tells you he sometimes feels a ghost pulls him out by the feet twice or three times per night.

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“Sonnet”

I lie on a friend’s tight and tough bedstead

Trying to sleep at three in the morning,

My mind stands at the verge of a thick state;

Eyelids weigh due to an eve learning calling.

Though tiredness easily governs me,

Minutes-hands pass and sound aloud,

Suddenly, a horrifying voltage shakes me;

My feet are abruptly and mightily pulled out.

My head is indeed far away from the header,

And my friend brusquely wakes up in panic

Asking me for accounts of such manner;

I say: “just felt falling down”, awfully aphonic.

Alas! My friend, badly relieved, speaks out:

“O! I usually feel a spirit pulls my feet out”.

Anecdote

A crime of passion

Breaking news:

Yesterday night a horrible crime, followed by a suicide, took place in a hispanic neighborhood of New York City. Carlos Suarez murdered his wife, Ana Vazquez de Suarez, by stabbing her seventeen times in her abdomen, chest and neck, with a 314 × 435 - Single Blade Pocket Knife. After killing his wife, Mr. Suarez committed a suicide by shooting himself with a 350 × 280 - Maxsell Jackal Full Auto Pistol, in his head.

Everything seems to point out a crime of passion due to Mr. Suarez´s jealous since her wife worked as a waitress in a well-known restaurant of the city. Their little seven years old son, Juan Carlos Suarez Vázquez, witnessed this entire scene.

Juan Carlos Suarez Vázquez tells us:

“...Daddy was really angry with my mum and…… I didn´t know why they were fighting. I felt frightened but I kept in silent. Mum cried and said to my daddy: “that´s not true, they´re lying to you, you are my only man.” Daddy pushed her and hit her…..and… suddenly, daddy took a pocket knife and started wounding my mum. I cried, I wanted to do anything but I did nothing. Later, Daddy looked at me and started crying. Mum was on the floor, there was a lot of blood by anywhere. I was confused... I didn´t know what was going on with my mum. She seemed to be unconscious or… death. Daddy walked to their bedroom.

I decided to help my mum… I approached her. I started praying to Dios as mum had taught me.. but.. Something cut off my player. That was a pistol´s sound which came out of my parents´ bedroom…”

A couple quarrel:

Carlos: I know what you were doing last night with that man

Ana: you’re wrong dear and…. you know that due to my job at the restaurant I deal with many people

Carlos: mmmm, they told me!! They told me what you do, they told what you are. Don´t lie to me, fucking bitch!!

Ana: that´s not true, they´re lying to you, you are my only man. You know!!

Carlos: what do you think?? Bitch!! That I´m a fucking idiot!!

(He pushes her and hits her)

Ana: stop please! Our baby is in front us! (She starts crying)

(He takes out a pocket knife and starts attacking her)

Carlos: Now! You´re not gonna fool me anymore!

(She screams horrified as he stabs her seventeen by anywhere and she falls death on the floor)

Carlos: Carajo! What did I do?

(He looks at his son and cries. After murdering his wife, he goes to their bedroom)

Carlos: I need to rest from this fucking life! This stinks! …. Damned woman!

(He shoots himself with a pistol in his head)