CATEGORY: BEST POEM LEVEL A: 1st, 2nd, 3rd ESO
Harry Potter’s Wizarding World Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times if one only remembers to turn on the light, You can feel that this life is full of lies, I know that right now pain seems not to move out of sight,
But after all, we are dreamers, we fly on brooms, and fight magic creatures too, we are leaders, we are quidditch keepers, we catch the snitch, there is still a bunch of potions to do.
So slay the dragon, get the girl, Fight evil, save the Magic world.
Salma Er-rahalĂ 3rd A
CATEGORY: BEST SHORT STORY LEVEL A: 1st, 2nd, 3rd ESO
Hope Once upon a time there was a boy, he was always sad, his family too, he was tired of everything, he just wanted to finish with it all, and, suddenly one day, everything changed, there was a new person in his family, someone to fight for… And the key of life is that “Happiness can be found in the darkest of times if one only remembers to turn the light” And that light is hope.
Adrián Ruíz 3rd A
CATEGORY: BEST POEM LEVEL B: 4th ESO, 1st, 2nd BTO
A needle can hurt you, Depending on where you nail it. Shadows don’t want to let you go, And the light is too elusive. The world is not like movies And there is not an opportunity to re-record. The fog fogs your glasses, Preventing you from seeing what is around you. But also my wounds heal, Can I tame my heart and leave the pain behind? I’m too young to play to be older, But let me make my own decision. I am the queen of my house of cards And the wind that makes them topple. I’m not alone on this trip And if I get lost, I’ll find a way back. In the end, there is light hidden on those colour clouds that I see behind my window.
Ainhoa Trueba 4th F
CATEGORY: BEST SHORT STORY LEVEL B: 4th ESO, 1st, 2nd BTO
While he walks The sky was grey and his march monotonous. It was raining and the mud dirtied his shoes. On the floor, there was a dead rose, he looked away and kept walking. Next to that flower, the water drops ran between the stems, the insects played hide and seek, and the wind whispered children’s stories‌.He only saw the dead rose.
Ainhoa Trueba 4th F