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viernes, 26 de abril de 2013

An Opening Paragraph about Vigo


Opening Paragraph about Vigo and environmental issues for a made-up magazine article that'll probably never exist: 

At the bottom of Europe and at the top of Spain, there’s Galicia; and at the bottom of Galicia and near the top of Portugal, there’s the city of Vigo. Vigo has the geography of San Francisco and the weather of London. This gives the city, near the Atlantic and with a history tied to the sea, a lot of its charm. It’s a big and busy city. Big enough that you can escape the smell of the sea when the tide is low and the sound of the seagulls whenever they’re doing what seagulls do – unless there’s a storm, then they will come to you no matter how far from the coast you get.  Vigo wasn’t exactly designed with traffic in mind, that’s why driving there is a nightmare, and yet it seems everything about the city forces you to get in the car. Everything is far away, or far up, or far down. If it’s close, it’ll probably rain. Or it won’t, and the cold will be even worse. Little known fact is that most of the battles in the history of Galicia have been fought trying to get a parking space in Vigo. If you’re thinking about moving to Vigo, don’t worry. You’ll get used to it and you will learn to live with it. But, say, you’re working on a project. A project to help the environment by convincing people to use the car less and, instead, go for a walk or use public transportation more – which, due to its geography, in Vigo means only buses. Now your project has become a quixotic nightmare. Except, don’t worry, because it hasn’t. You found a solution.

martes, 9 de abril de 2013

Very short stories

Collected from more than a year on Twitter. I wrote some of these for the hashtags #FiveWordStories, #scarytales, and #TBSFA;



No Oxygen. Balloons For Free.


The sun came back. Cold.


A dark room. The two men struggled. He fell. He took the gun. BANG. Silence. The corpse stood up.


After much fighting and revolting, the dragon resolved to quit smoking.


When David turned off the lights, the atmosphere turned off too. Again. 


Julien had to buy back his watch from the museum. Apparently, in 5000 years, the value of a watch goes higher than the value of money. 


Ω materialized & chaos ensued. α knew not to trust her eyes. Things looked grim, but in the end, α and π managed to defeat Ω together. 


In 1987, NASA sent a message to space: Is there anyone out there? In 2114, NASA received a message from space: No. 


Frank began to fly and kept going until he reached the moon. Frank finally understood what his mother meant. Never trust the dog. 


When the monster under Thomas’ bed went from eating his shoes to his teddy bear, oh, that’s when Thomas knew there was trouble. 


When the sun blew up, Mark breathed with relief.


Billy’s mother informed Billy’s friend that he couldn’t go play ball. As she pointed out, good boys don't cause zombie outbreaks.


Roger’s robot slammed the door. Serge’s dragon responded accordingly.




viernes, 22 de marzo de 2013

One room, two stories


Writing exercise

Describe the same classroom in two different ways: one for the opening paragraph of a horror story, the other for a romantic comedy.

The classroom: One translucent door. Wooden floor, chairs and tables. Tall white walls. Very little things, very little people. 8 people. 9 if we count the teacher. Two windows. Lots of light coming in. First floor.

Horror:

There were only two way of out the room: the door or the window. The fall would be ugly. The tables were short and the wooden floor was noisy. There was nowhere to hide. A shadow came to the door. Two ways out: the door or the window.


Romantic Comedy:

The classroom was big and empty, and unlike your classrooms of primary school, the decoration and the entertainment were minimal. So, the students made like plants: they got together and headed to the windows to catch the sunlight. As he got closer to her, his steps sounded like a rocking chair. She tried to look elsewhere. The classroom gave her nothing to look at. So she took to writing on the tables.