Today is a dark day. I’m stressed. This week, my English homework is a micro-story with fifty words or less. It’s midnight and I’m still thinking about an idea. Yeah! I can finish now. Here’s the story!

Leticia Castellano Castellano. Inglés Básico 1A

MICRO STORY

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VALENTINE´S DAYI RECEIVED AN ANONYMOUS

LETTER EXPRESSING HER GREAT LOVE FOR ME. MY

SMILING FACE COULD NOT STOP READING AND FEELING

EVERY WORD.WHEN I FINISHED READING, I FELT

VERY HAPPY. SHE WAS THE PERSON WHO HAD BROUGHT ME TO LIFE……MY MOTHER

NAYRA DELGADO FARIÑA BÁSICO 1 (A)

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The Solar Clock Last night I was in a hotel. I was worried because my watch didn’t work. Luckily, an employee gave me a solar clock. I was happy with the gift. The next morning I was looking forward to using it. But surprise! It was raining.

Javier Dopazo Barroso – Inglés Básico I A

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My strong desire

I was looking for you all night, dreaming of you, rubbing my naked body on my bed while shivering. After a couple of hours, I kept thinking that this night I would sleep alone and unprotected. Where is my damn pyjamas?

By: Juan Jesús Díaz TorresNB1- D

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A man goes to the sea. He thinks it symbolizes liberty.

One day he meets a strange man who asks him:”What is your desire?”

He says:”I would like to be a fish”.The strange man makes him fish, he feels free…, but

suddenly…a big whale eats him.

José Luis Sánchez English basic 1ºD

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Feeling your gentle touch makes me love you

and I can´t stop touching you.When I hear you, my heart beats fast

and I only need one call from you to go and search for you…

But I hate it when you run out of battery......Damn Iphone!

LIBERTO GONZÁLEZ PÉREZNB1

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And I revisit you one more day…you make my memories and my people approach, whispering their laughs. History in your depths…..so many secrets, and today, again, I admire you, even those you have taken away...They loved you.

MARIA TERESA SAINZ PARDO HOYOS BÁSICO I SP

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A caterpillar crawling on the floorlifts his head to the sky and

contemplatesa field of flowers and dreams of

having thoseBeautiful colours. He closes his eyes

for amoment and opens them to find he is

flyingwith beautiful multicoloured wings.

Jutta C. Striebel Netter(Básico II C)

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I got up early and sat on the bed. As usual, I looked to my left and there he was. I looked at him and he looked at me. I asked for his name but he did not answer. It is what happens when you see yourself on a mirror.

By Andrés E. Toledo Rodríguez.

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