Writing Challenge for Teens at Crisol!

Writing Challenge for Teens at Crisol!
Poems and Short Stories
En nombre de la
participaron!
Editorial Pearson Longman: ¡Felicitaciones a todas las alumnas que
Judges
Silvina Ferrante - ELT Publishing director RLP
Paola Ulloa – ELT & School Marketing and Sales Manager
Silvia Kosaruk – ELT Editor
Natalia Junco – ELT & School Sales Supervisor
Fernando Insausti – ELT & School Sales Supervisor
Ticiana Neder – ELT & School Consultant
Winning Entries
Category I (KET – PET)
Special Mention: Emilia González
It was five in the morning and there was a knock at the door. I got really surprised, I had
never heard before someone knocking at the door since he returned home from those parties
that ended too late. When I opened the door, kind of sleepy, I could not believe it. “He is back,
he is back” I said. The last time I had seen him he was seventeen years old. Why you left?
Where have you been? What happened? Why? Tell me. He would not answer, there were too
many questions. I asked him again, why?, and he said “Sorry grandma, sorry”. The tears run all
over his face. He asked for grandpa, I had to tell the truth, he had died a couple of years before.
But the important thing is that he was here now with me, and I won’t be alone.
Special Mention: Paola Gismano
Journey to a strange adventure
It was 5 in the morning and there was a knock at the door, Pedro was in his house and he
couldn’t sleep, so he got up and he called to his mother, when he realized that his mother was a
monster and he was in the street. Suddenly there were many people in the street but nobody
saw him, nobody heard him. He was in his town but he couldn’t go back to his house; he
walked and walked; he arrived to the river and he saw that his mother was in the river, and he
didn’t know how to swim but he jumped to the river for help her…
…when he woke up coughing but in his house and he run to his mother’s room, he hugged her
and then they shared a breakfast.
Special Mention: Nicole Prieu
Unknown
It was 5:00 in the morning and there was a knock at the door. Mary was sleeping. She jumped from the bed, scared, thinking back about yesterday. Then she remembered that when she went back from the center someone texted her, she didn’t know who she or he was. The message said: ‘Hi Mary, yes I know you! Tomorrow at 5:00 am I’ll go to your home. ‐ Unknown Scared, she went downstairs, Mary looked at the clock, and it was the time, then she looked through the window, it was him, the one who texted her. At that moment she knew that he wanted to kill her. Mary closed her eyes for a while, when she opened them, he was not there. When she turned around he was there with a knife, then he killed her. I was hiding behind the window and saw it all. Comment by the judges: Nos parecieron increíbles! Pero no pudimos seleccionarlas
porque se excedieron mucho en la cantidad de palabras y debíamos respetar las
reglas establecidas para ser justos con el resto de los participantes.
Winner: Asunción Auzmendi The storm night.
It was five o’clock in the morning and there was a knock at the door. I saw my daughter, scared by the
storm. She wanted a story.
“There was a girl, Jo, who loved a boy, Forest. The boy liked his friend. Forest and the girl, became
boyfriend and girlfriend, but one day, Forest realised that his girlfriend cheated on him. So one day, Jo
was in the middle of a discussion, she wanted to leave, but Forest didn’t let her go. Finally, he fell in
love with her, and they started a love story. Then, they got married.”
“Isn’t that your story, mum?”
We both realized that the storm was over. So, Ann went to sleep and so did I, deeply, without
interruptions.
Comment by the judges: Asunción nos cautivó con su originalidad en la manera de
reflejar el vínculo madre-hija. La pregunta abierta en el cierre nos sugiere la
tranquilidad generada por el amor y la contención. Felicitaciones!!
Category II (Pre-FCE – FCE)
Special Mention: Martina Fava
Story B
When the taxi arrived Susan was ready, dressed in her very best clothes. The elderly woman
seemed to be really nice, kind and powerful, though she was hysterical too. Since she was a
child, Susan had had the gift of the gab. As soon as she had got into the car, the taxi driver
drove off and Susan’s face made him shudder. As usual, she started to talk about her life
excitedly, with a weird expression on her eyes. What was she doing alone in a taxi at midnight?
She really didn’t know, she was mentally lost and confused.
Susan had been a famous and rich actress who was only interested in money, clothes and what
people thought about her. Imagine how she felt when she lost everything she had. Expensive
clothes, luxurious cars, millions of dollars, a huge house and numerous departments. Why was
she living? What was the aim of her life? She was feeling really empty, tired, apathetic, upset.
That was when she firmly decided to take a taxi dressing her very best clothes in order not to
look like a woman with financial problems. The first thought that came to the taxi driver’s
mind was: poor woman, with an absent gaze, thinking that money is the most important thing in
her life. What about peace? What about strength? What about her family? What about
generosity? What about love?
Special Mention: Rocío Olivero
An old lady or just a prisoner?
Every time I hear that music now, it reminds me of that amazing day. They turned off the
music, like they didn´t care that I was listening. They went to another place.
I look around me, everything is empty. I´m alone. All of my friends have gone and the only
sound that I hear is the sound of my voice, but it doesn´t sound like mine, it has changed. But
this is not the only thing that has changed, my friends, my family, the world did it too. And
now I find myself here resting on the only chair in my room, next to the bed, watching through
the window, watching the dark in the night. It´s the only view that I can get, I don´t allow
myself another.
My body is not the same, just like my voice, it has changed. I can´t run or dance anymore. I´m
doomed to stay here till destiny decides to change. It´s going to change. At the end everything
that is left are memories, just memories.
I forgot how to smile, I don´t have reasons to do it. I´m alone in this world, everyone has left
me. I feel that every day of this long eternity no-one wants to take care of me, that it doesn´t
make sense, that there´s nothing I can offer.
These four walls reduce me, I can´t do anything, they don´t allow me to do anything.
Everyone has forgotten me; they decided to forget about me. This is the world from now, a
world in which people believe that it is better to forget, and I live in this world.
Comment by the judges: Nos parecieron muy buenas!!! Pero no pudimos elegirlas por
el exceso de palabras! Congrats & good job Martina y Rocío!
Winner: Natalia Caballero
Story B
When the taxi arrived Susan was ready, dressed in her very best clothes. The end of war. The
Nazis were gone. Poland was finally free. The skies were blue, and a big and bright sun was the
announcement of freedom for Polish people. For the first time in months, Susan could feel its
warmth on her face.
As the taxi went through the streets of Poland, Susan saw thousands of Polish celebrating the
end of Nazism, kissing and hugging each other.
But, for Susan, the end of Nazism meant something even more important. Her husband had
been taken prisoner with all the other professors. And she had to run and hide, because of her
condition of Jewish.
She hadn’t heard of her husband for a long time, but, as she was losing her hope, a letter
arrived, saying her husband had been released. Susan didn’t hesitate, and, there she was, in a
taxi on her way to see Bill.
When she arrived, she was really nervous. There was a man standing there. All his face was
covered with bruises and all types of wounds, but with the biggest smile someone could have.
And all Susan could think of was running, as fast as she could, to her husband.
Comment by the judges: ¡Felicitaciones Natalia! ¡Tu historia es conmovedora! ¡La
forma en que integraste contenidos históricos para plantear el contexto de los
acontecimientos fue brillante! Y la integración del trabajo de valores como justicia,
amor y empatía son dignos de destacar. Good job!
Poems Special mention: Julieta Blanco
Who I am?
I am a flower from the ground
I am a star from the night
I am a cloud from the sky
I look just like every one
But I still am just the only one
Who can be like who I am.
Comment by the judges: Felicitaciones Julieta! Nos encantó la idea reflejada en tu
poema. Es una forma muy concisa de expresar el concepto de identidad!
Winner: María Guadalupe Moccero
You are…!
A smile on a difficult day
The hope in the war
The flowers in winter
The bow in a present
The sweet candies of my birthday
The leader of my road
That´s the reason why
You can´t go away
A song in the silence
The image in a photograph
The blood of my heart
The water in the ocean
The sun in the summer
The accessory at the parties
That´s the reason why
You´ll be with me wherever I´ll go
A light in the night
A rainbow in the storm
The colour of the painting
The guide of my life
The box for my secrets
That´s for me, the meaning
of the word FRIENDSHIP!
Comment by the judges: María Guadalupe, se nota realmente que reflejaste tus
sentimientos en lo que escribiste! Te felicitamos por tu concepción del valor de la
amistad, y tu forma tan conmovedora de plasmarlo en palabras.
UN PLACER formar parte de este proyecto! Y en agradecimiento por haber pensado en
nosotros, les regalamos la siguiente cita:
'The writer who possesses the creative gift owns something of which he is not always
master - something that at times strangely wills and works for itself.' T. S. Eliot
Cariños, The Pearson team.-