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Today is a dark day. I’m stressed. This week, my English homework is a micro- story with fifty words or less. It’s midnight and I’m still thinking about an idea. Yeah! I can finish now. Here’s the story! Leticia Castellano Castellano. Inglés Básic MICRO STORY 1

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Today is a dark day. I’m stressed. This week, my English homework is a micro-story with fifty words or less. It’s midnight and I’m still thinking about an idea. Yeah! I can finish now. Here’s the story!

Leticia Castellano Castellano. Inglés Básico 1A

MICRO STORY

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VALENTINE´S DAYI RECEIVED AN ANONYMOUS

LETTER EXPRESSING HER GREAT LOVE FOR ME. MY

SMILING FACE COULD NOT STOP READING AND FEELING

EVERY WORD.WHEN I FINISHED READING, I FELT

VERY HAPPY. SHE WAS THE PERSON WHO HAD BROUGHT ME TO LIFE……MY MOTHER

NAYRA DELGADO FARIÑA BÁSICO 1 (A)

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"FULL MOON"Its white and bright light illuminates my room. Everything is alive. The flower is looking at me and seems to smile. I can't speak or move but I think: "Its beauty is invading all around me" ... I relax and I wake up. She's the owner of my dreams.

María Isabel González Rodríguez. Básico I A.

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The Solar Clock Last night I was in a hotel. I was worried because my watch didn’t work. Luckily, an employee gave me a solar clock. I was happy with the gift. The next morning I was looking forward to using it. But surprise! It was raining.

Javier Dopazo Barroso – Inglés Básico I A

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The stoneTom comes with a wound to his girlfriend's house.

He is carrying a stone in his shoe and has not stopped removing it.

His girlfriend gets angry and says, “if you do not love yourself, you do not love me”.

Tom looks inside his shoes every morning.

Josefa Fernández Saavedra – Inglés Básico A

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My strong desire

I was looking for you all night, dreaming of you, rubbing my naked body on my bed while shivering. After a couple of hours, I kept thinking that this night I would sleep alone and unprotected. Where is my damn pyjamas?

By: Juan Jesús Díaz TorresNB1- D

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A man goes to the sea. He thinks it symbolizes liberty.

One day he meets a strange man who asks him:”What is your desire?”

He says:”I would like to be a fish”.The strange man makes him fish, he feels free…, but

suddenly…a big whale eats him.

José Luis Sánchez English basic 1ºD

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Feeling your gentle touch makes me love you

and I can´t stop touching you.When I hear you, my heart beats fast

and I only need one call from you to go and search for you…

But I hate it when you run out of battery......Damn Iphone!

LIBERTO GONZÁLEZ PÉREZNB1

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Don´t sleep darling ! "Says mum "I don`t  understand. There´s a noise in the room.Somebody touches my hands.A girl is calling me to play, I wake up.I`m alive ! There´s still hope.My sister is besides me. I´M very happy and I`m playing with her now

Cristina Fernandez NB1D

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I met him at a park, we spent several hours talking about life... We said goodbye, he gave me a card, he told me to call him if I needed to, but I never did so: he was "the kisses hunter", what an absurd proffession!

Yessica Pérez Flores Inglés (NB1)

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Your thoughts...You say words to me,

words that get together.They are letters, words, ideas, thoughts.

Where do they come from?Where do they go?

They are inside my mind, in my heart, in my life, in my language.

They go to you, to him, to us, to everyone. Aránzazu Gorostiza

VidalInglés Básico I Semipresencial

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And I revisit you one more day…you make my memories and my people approach, whispering their laughs. History in your depths…..so many secrets, and today, again, I admire you, even those you have taken away...They loved you.

MARIA TERESA SAINZ PARDO HOYOS BÁSICO I SP

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When I started the English classes, I was thinking about abandoning them. But when I saw my classmates I left those ideas because they gave me strength to continue, especially Mercedes. She is a wonderful woman and a great example to follow. I love my class.

CONCEPCION SANTIAGO GONZÁLEZ B2B

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Suddenly, you arrived at my life. I saw you and I broke to cry.Then, I learnt the real meaning of loving a daughter. After that, everything changed.

During those months I did many things: I built up myself and my house. But how do I prepare my heart?

Daura Hernández Hernández B2B

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Yellow Eyes

I was walking in a shady street when I saw it. Its big and yellow eyes stared at me and I felt a heavy shiver. I could not move, I could not stop looking those deep eyes. Suddenly, I ran far away but I still could feel those eyes watching me.

Eliana Hernández Pérez B2B

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One day I was watching TV and I watched a programme where Spanish men and Peruvian women got married. I thought that it was false.However, one day I was chatting on internet and I began to chat with a boy. Today that boy is my husband.

Karina Limachi B2B

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The DoubtThe light took hold of my space, the

warmth of the water that surrounded me was replaced by hugs, the sounds once far became closer and the laughter that made me jump for joy now was accompanied by the smell that permeated my body. There was no doubt, ...I was born.

Josefa Ruiz JiménezN2B2

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Nothing is impossible. If you want to get something you have to try it hard. If you can dream it you can do it. Don’t waste time!

Dilcia Fortuna Rocha

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Some come and others go, And she always laughingAt our fears, our concernsor errors. She watches us and laughs.Live your life as best you can. Be happy! (If others leave you)

José Carlos Hernández Díaz. Básico II (mañana)

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I had to invent a short story for homework, but I’m not a really creative person, so I made this.

Benkomo Alberto Bethencourt Gómez – Básico II A

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The only thing impossible is something that youdo not try.

Melania Martin Morales Basico 2-A

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Nayra Socorro Sosa Básico II A

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My heart is divided between the place thay I born and place that I live, only two places that make you feel special, so near but at the same time so far.You can enjoy of different ways with many things in both places.I'm very lucky because I live in Tenerife and Gran Canaria, although the islands are separate.

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A caterpillar crawling on the floorlifts his head to the sky and

contemplatesa field of flowers and dreams of

having thoseBeautiful colours. He closes his eyes

for amoment and opens them to find he is

flyingwith beautiful multicoloured wings.

Jutta C. Striebel Netter(Básico II C)

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This is a real story. A story about a woman who has a sick daughter. She lived only to care her. The young girl never went out of her house. She wanted only the old mother. One day the old mother had an accident, then the young girl was alone.

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SANDRA NB2C

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One day a boy was going down the street with her mother, suddenly he saw another boy eating ice cream with beautiful colors. Then he began to cry until his mother bought him one similar, although his mother had told him not to like her. When he proved he understood that things are not as they seem.

Benjamín Pérez Guanche B2C

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I got up early and sat on the bed. As usual, I looked to my left and there he was. I looked at him and he looked at me. I asked for his name but he did not answer. It is what happens when you see yourself on a mirror.

By Andrés E. Toledo Rodríguez.

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From that island with you I flew, I was only a driver, you were few hours born, we flew across the sea through the storm making us father and son, you almost died you change my life, but we arrived ... and I was only a driver.

José Antonio Martín Peláez Inglés B2 semipresencial.

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