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Index Introduction by Daniela Lara ............................ 3 1ST Poem by Daniela Lara ................................... 4 Diary entry by Daniela Lara ................................ 5 Memoir by Daniela Lara ...................................... 7 Acrostic by Daniela Lara .....................................8 Short story by Daniela Lara ................................ 9 2nd Poem by Daniela Lara.................................. 15 Conclusion by Daniela Lara ............................. 16
Introduction Welcome to the best magazine in the whole world, Look at it! As you already know, every certain time I include some writings I made when I have nothing to do. Well, this volume will have some of them, like a short story, poems, acrostic, etc. I do not want to mess up the surprise. So, before you read all the content in this magazine, I want to speak a little to you, to tell you how difficult it is to do some writings or how I feel with some of them. My favorite writing was the short story, for me these types of writing is really relaxing and make your imagination fly without limits. If you already use your imagination, then is truly easy to do this text. The most difficult writing could be the poem; the poems are really hard to do without inspiration. Inspiration is something essential in order to made a beautiful and especial poem. I found inspiration in some people, when I look at them and see more than just the parts that they are made off. Oh my dear reader, you are still reading with me, I though you would leave this magazine since the first paragraph, it looks like you really like it or enjoy it, I´m going to give you a reason why you shouldn´t stop reading. Reading this magazine can help you to grow as a better person, why? Because your knowledge is increasing. With this incredible, amazing and perfect magazine I can inspire you to do your own writings and maybe publish your own magazine instead of reading one. Well, enjoy the reading.
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1ST Poem Oh My Dear. Your smile, The most beautiful, Curve of your body. Your hair, Curly and pretty, Like a waterfall In the night. Oh my dear, I love you like nobody did, But your eyes are blind, And your hearth is not mine. Oh my dear, I want to kiss your lips, To hold your hand in the middle of the night, Until the day I die. Oh dear. You make me go crazy, You make me fell like I’m dying But living at the same time. Oh my dear, You confuse me, But at the same time, You clear out my mind.
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Diary entry Tuesday, September 19th, 2017 Dear diary: Today was a terrible day; all began at school. It was like 12 o’clock I don’t remember very well the hour, but a horrible earthquake started. I was a DHP class, my classmates were laughing with our teacher; someone did something with his feet’s and I first tough it was a game, but the movement didn’t stop. I ran to the wall, trying to follow the security protocol, however, the teacher told us to ran to the stairs. I remember there were two friends in front of me, Sergio and Teresa. Sergio was falling down because of his shoes, and we could her the sound of the cracking around me. On the second floor, I started to grab Tere´s jacket; I was so scared that I didn’t notice that until I was safe on the volleyball court. I feel the necessity of calling my mom, but I had a big problem doing that. My phone was upstairs, I couldn’t communicate with mi mother, my father, my brothers also my cousins. My big brother was a few meters next to me, but I didn’t know anything about the rest , I started to cry. A friend told me that everything was fine that my family was okay and that didn’t have to worry about them. The teachers
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told us that they needed to take us to the gym, I was so scared that in a moment I think I couldn’t breathe. I started to cry again, I wanted to see my mom, to hug her. A teacher told us that we could go upstairs for our backpacks, I small groups, and quickly. When I was going to the building I saw my mom, I felt an amazing peace after seeing her. I went up really fast, grab my things and go down with my mother, then we went home.
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Memoir
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Acrostic
L A R A
ife without love is living lone in the nothing
eading without understanding
ll with the feeling of dying.
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Short story Trough The Mirror.
The sunlight pass troughs the window making the girl wake up, she jumped out of bed and stretch her arms. One more day in school, one day less for summer, counting the days less made Charlotte feel better going to that jail. She didn’t have a bad life, she had the best grades of her group, she was popular, she had the most attractive and handsome boyfriend in the whole world, and she had the best friends she could ask for. So, it was supposed to be other normal day in the school, but it wasn’t. Her mother liked to collect all kind of rare stuff, if she didn’t care about her husband point of view, minus Charlotte´s. So outside of her bedroom was the most wonderful and weird mirror she ever seen in her sixteen years of living in the world. It was of her height, the border was made of silver with elegant and beautiful details, at naked eye, it was a normal mirror, but something in it want to make her touch it. So she did it. It was the worst decision she could make. Her hand pass trough the mirror, she got scared. What kind of person can go trough a mirror? Charlotte grabbed a small box near to her and throw it to the mirror, hoping that it breaks, but it didn’t, instead of that, the box cross it. What was
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happening? What kind of mirror does that? Charlotte felt the necessity to go through it, to see what was happening in the other side. She put her hand in front of it, then with some fear make her hand cross again, soon most part of her arm was in. The other side felts weird, it was cold with some wind blowing. Charlotte didn’t stopped, she wanted to know why it felt like that, her right foot was in to, then her other arm. What if I can’t come back? She asked herself again and again. The middle of her body was almost there; just her left leg and she could see what was happening. What would happen to my perfect life? Other question that appear in her head, but curiosity killed her, as it kill the cat. Little step, and she was in. The first thing that happen was the feeling of falling down, then little sparkles started to stick in her body, she felt something was changing, her hair started to comb by his own, her skin was turning soft and more delicate, and in her back something started to grew. Wings. She was getting wings. What is happening here? A light dazzled her, making her faint. When Charlotte woke up, she didn’t know where she was, all around her was green and peaceful, like a forest. She notice someone was looking at her from the trees. That person had a bow and was pointing at her, she raised her hands in sign of surrender, the guy under the bow and walked were she was. With signs, he made her to stand up, act that she do. He took her to a near palace, were the fairy king, the queen and his soon lived. Even they have everything they wanted, they were
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unhappy, well, the prince was unhappy, he cannot left the palace, only for exclusive reasons, like having a good relationship with other different kingdoms, meeting superficial girls that only care about his power and not on his feelings. They entered in the castle and asked for an audience with king, even their story wasn’t the most spectacular and magnificent; the king gave them the audience. The young man took Charlotte to the throne room, were the prince, and the king were waiting. Charlotte saw the prince and discovered his sadness, that was very obviously, the prince noticed the way Charlotte was watching him, so, he asked why she watched him like that‌ You look really sad, she answered. The prince got up and walked in Charlotte´s direction, she felt scared, she was in other unknown world, with different traditions, customs, manners, and people. She kneeled down in signal of respect. When the prince was by her side, he did the same, and smiled her. Then he asked for a walk in the gardens. Charlotte accepted. The prince Alexander was really interested on that unknown fairy that he asked her to stay in his palace for a few days, in order to know each other and Charlotte can have a place to sleep. She accepted to stay. The days pass, like the pages in a book, or the leaves of a tree in October, one by one, slowly and fast at the same time, searching for the ground, and finally, reaching it. Alexander always
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tried to be with Charlotte, who was working in the stables with the horses (she felt the necessity of doing something, so she started to go there); like a young man with her lover. Alexander had his happiness again, all because Charlotte help him to reach it, like the leaves reach the ground. Even when she was feeling the opposite, she missed her home, her mother, her friends, her school, and her ¨boyfriend¨, despite they were having problems with their relationship and it wasn’t the same as the beginning. Every morning she thought in them, how were they? Did they miss her like she did? But those were questions without answers. So she continued living with Alexander, which was a good friend and helped her to distract her mind, is better to say, he distracted her from everything. But that day was different, Alexander didn’t go to visit her to the stables, he wasn’t present in the “happy hour” (the time both of them had free time to whatever they wanted), neither in the dinner. They went outside of the palace for some days. The queen, the woman with she was the most part of her time in the palace; told her. Charlotte smiled to the queen, in order to show her that she was right with that. She continued looking the sunset in the big window, how the night started to eat the day, how the jealous moon was coming out to kill the sun, showing her power and her beauty. The days continued passing, Charlotte missed Alexander more than she thought she could, she hadn’t hear anything about them, the queen told her everything will be fine, that the journey just take some days more, that she didn’t have to worry about it, but she had the necessity of seeing her prince in
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the stables, behind her, or in the castle, where they find each other accidentally and smile, or their walks in the middle of the night, when they couldn’t sleep. He was what she needed to not think about her home. She missed him. One day, in her full depression, while she was taking care of a white horse, she felt other person there, when she turned around, her prince was there. Charlotte jumped into her arms and kissed him, when she realized that action, she blushed, but the prince kissed her back. I think I felt in love with someone, and with that someone I mean you, he told her. Well, I think I did too, she answered back. Soon, Charlotte and Alexander were together, the king and queen accepted their young love. Charlotte showed a lot of things to Alexander, they rode horses together; they have dinner together and do everything together. Soon the young lovers become more than that. In one of their dates, Alexander had a special gift for Charlotte, a ring. I want to spent the rest of life with you, he said; Charlotte, please become my wife. With some euphoric and enthusiasm, she accepted. The castle became a disaster, everybody were going side to side, making sure everything was right for the special day. The dress for the future princess, the flowers, the food, the guests, everything must be perfect.
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Soon the wedding day came, the tension was in the maximum point, everything, even if it was big or small; was special, beautiful, and detailed, it had a place to stay. Alexander was waiting in the altar with her mother and father, both with a big smile on their faces, their little boy was so grown up, ready for everything on this world. Soon the bells ring, the trumpets started to sound, the violins and harps continue with the melody, Charlotte was entering to the church, Alexander´s hearth stopped, the most beautiful fairy in the kingdom was in front of him, and she would become his wife. Step by step, little by little, Charlotte was almost there, and finally reached Alexander´s hand. They told their votes, and swore to dedicate their lives to make each other happy until they die. When the ceremony finally ended, the young couple ran out of the big building. And they lived happily ever after.
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2nd Poem Mother.
Mother, thank you for everything Thank you for bring me to this world, For protecting me from all the bad Mother, thank you for raising me For explaining me how life is supposed to be Thank you for helping me For being such a good guide. Oh my beautiful mother, You make my life happier in the worst moments You bring me up when everyone make bring me down Thank you for being my mother.
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Conclusion “If you don´t see the book that you want on the shelf, write it.” Beverly Clearly.
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