Text discussion 1

This is part of the someone's retelling of her experience with children's literature. Read it carefully. Do you find anything to question or correct?

When I was a child my older sister, María, used to buy a lot of storybooks for me, not only for my school but also for pleasure. She used to read me classic fary tales from a Losada collection, which I still have. However, the stories I liked the most were those she made up for me. She used my name and my best friend’s name in her stories. I loved that. We used to fight drangons and monsters, and always win. 

Exquisite cadaver

Love was you and me together. We used to be one soul. Even though, I didn’t want this to change, our fate was already written. I assume the pen was held by her. I would have never figured out that she used to visit me and her eyes were not upon me but on my grandmother. It was a pleasant breezy evening, I opened the door and I found them not drinking tea, not talking, not cooking but kissing. The passion in their lips was extreme. Her wrinkled hands held her skinny face that used to be mine. The disgusting scene made me feel shocked and I was only able to close the door. The noise let them know that they were not alone. As I left, I realized that my reality was not what I thought. It was a dark day and there was smog everywhere. Anxiousness was running through Dan´s veins. He felt nervous about his first experience piloting, and the weather was not helping.

He turned off the engineer, got off the car and went to the instructor´s office. There was music on, but no one answered when he knocked the door.  Raindrops began to fall on his head while he paced the landing track, his opportunity vanishing as the hours passed.

Dan decided to walk towards his car. But suddenly he heard a noise on the sky and turned his head up. It was his instructor in the plane he had been waiting for all day long. It was late anyway. The plane arrived late, so the pilot returned home.  The passengers had been waiting at the airport for ten hours and started to complain. As I was the check-in receptionist, everybody shouted at me angrily. The situation got worst when people destroyed the airport hall. All the employees were evacuated by the police. I decided to quit my work, because it wasn´t the first time that such dangerous disorder took place. The only person I would miss was my boss, William. I was in love with him, though I wasn´t sure if he felt the same.   That day, when I was at home he called me and I decided to start again.

It had been two years without seeing each other. He had gone to study abroad and I didn't want to follow him. At that time our relationship wasn't as good as the beginning of it. He had changed pretty much the last years. He priorized his carrer more than our relationship. I still was with him but I felt lonely. During these two years I went out, met new people even I got a new job. My life was normal, stable. I almost believed that I had forgotten him but last week he called me and we met each other. As soon as I saw him my heart exploded in happiness. All my feelings woke up again.He stared at me and at that moment he said: " Love was you and me together."

Flash fictions

Ice-cram rain and me on diet.
(whole class)

I´ll miss you pencil. The sharpener.

Troubles in the sky. Batman frowns.

Brains off, we are on Earth.

(Nahir P., Amílcar F., Mariana F.)


Pill forgotten. Baby's born. Game over.

New house. Single bed. Who´s out?.

Young lover. Discovered. Rest in peace.

(Lorena B., María Paula Ch., Patricia A.)



Joyful weekend gone; lifeless Monday on.

Freedom of thought? Vote for me!

Never mind. My coffee’s already cold.

Smoking… pencil with its top on.

Just a sheep following the herd.

(Gabriel C., Evelyn M., Daniela U., Jessica V.)


No money=no marriage=no boyfriend

No money=no marriage=avoid divorce

No boyfriend=no marriage=no money.


(Melina A., Carina C., Fedra DB., Florencia P.)