WRITING PROJECT # 1 IS OVER, LOOKING FORWARD TO A MORE AMBITIOUS ONE...

C'mon you guys!

February 14th was the deadline and the story is unfinished...You have the chance to post what you write, just do it!

Mmmm...a bit disappointing...

Since there should always be something better to look forward to, my expectations for the second edition are still high :-)

And THANKS A TRILLION to those who collaborated: Mª Jesús, Stella, Carmen, Sebastian, Mª Ángeles, Mª José, Rocío...GREAT JOB, you rock!...I'm thrilled! ;-)

HERE'S THE RESULT:

 Home. In it a lie had no place. In it a lie was unthinkable. In it speech was restricted to absolute truth, iron-bound truth, implacable and uncompromising truth, let the resulting consequences be what they might. At last, one day, under stress of circumstances, the darling of the house sullied her lips with a lie--and confessed it, with tears and self-upbraidings. There are not any words that can paint the consternation around her. It was as if the sky had crumpled up and collapsed and the earth had tumbled to ruin with a crash.

María Jesús said...
She felt miserable about it. How and Why had she lied? Was it rebelliousness or weakness?

lluvia said...

Maybe it was just a white lie...but even white lies have unexpected consequences. Maybe she wasn't aware of the incredible burden that a lie could have in their mutual understanding and confidence.
Mª Carmen Morales said...

It was rebelliousness and also weakness. She was really upset with her parents. They had been saying she would get her new bike but at Christmas, it didn’t happend. Her mother said: “Your father is unemployed”, “We don’t have enough money”..... And in the school, when Ms. Grey asked her for her present. She Immediately answered: “My new bicycle!”. It was imposible for her to say that her dreams were broken. Even Camile has her new doll.

sebastian said...

The problem is that when you tell a lie, you immediately have to make up others to avoid being discovered. You usually go into a spiral path that leads to disaster. When her classmate Peter told her to go together riding to the lake that evening, she couldn’t say no. She liked that tall blond boy and the opportunity was too good to be lost

Mª Angeles said...

Suddenly, she remembered that her little neighbour Alice had received an absolutely amazing present for Christmas:a new bright blue bike slept quietly in the Alice´s back door. She could see it every single afternoon while Alice went to the Dance Academy to have ballet lessons. She said to herself that if she would take the bike for a while, it wouldn´t be a theft, only a little loan.

lluvia said...

But nobody seems to understand her reasons, and at this point she was facing a whole trial at home, her family as the jury, and she as the accused. If only she had given it a second thought... but there was not turning back now.

Maria José said...

Poor child! All children lie now and again, it´s normal and even stimulate the development of their imagination. Their parents should play down her lie but are so strict. How to make them see reason?

Rocio said...

She knew it, She knew what will going to happend from the very first moment than she put her hand over the shiny blue bike trying to convince herself that everything would be all right, "it will be only for a little while, nobody will notice". But it wasn´t and she knew it. She knew it, since she arrived to the lake with her nice new summer dress, since she saw Nico waiting for her in the distance, throwing rocks at the lake. She had always been a perceptive girl, her grandmother used to say, and deep inside her, she trusted in her premonitions too. If only could turn back in time.... her mouth was dry fear....

María Jesús said...

When Matilda and Peter met Nico at the lake. She knew that they knew the forest well. Soon her worry became joy.They had something to show her,they had been building a house in a chestnut tree. She climbed up the tree as fast as a monkey. Peter and Nico accepted Matilda as a member of their club.They told her,"she should keep the secret".The tree house there were many tresaures: especially sticks, bows, arrows, beautiful stones...

The beginning of the writing was adapted from Mark Twain's short story Was it Heaven? Or Hell?. You can read the whole text here: CLASSIC SHORT STORIES.COM