Miércoles 27 de Noviembre de 2019

13th Interscholastic Short Story Contest at Universidad Andrés Bello

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"Movies never end" is the first story published in the book 13th Interscholastic Short Story Contest, which narrates the 15 finalist stories of this competition. Penélope Klotz, our student from 12th grade, was the winner of this year´s contest.

The 4th place was obtained by Magdalena Urrutia (Ruby), also a student of our generation 2019.

Other four students who also succeeded and whose stories are part of the book are: Trinidad Dagorret (Perceptions), Violeta Camino (Plastic Pigeon), Camila Petscheck (An Average Life) and Amanda Marino (Open Your Eyes).

The winner will receive a set of printed books, a diploma and a prize. The rest of them a set of printed books and a diploma.

Due to the contingency our country is undergoing, there will not be any ceremony this year. Books, diplomas and prizes will be sent to school.

We congratulate all the students who participated in this contest and hope they keep on writing!

Movies never end

My hands are freezing, probably because I lost my gloves. Still, addiction is stronger than me, and I take the last puff of my cigarette before I go inside. It’s just four o’ clock but it’s already dark outside.

Through the window, I can see snowflakes falling from the sky. I should probably go and see, it’s the first time it snows. I put on my coat and scarf, tie my shoes, and go outside. It’s beautiful, the snowflakes are weightless, I look up. It’s as if they were suspended in the air, an exception of the laws of gravity.

I walk for a while and then, I get on the subway. I’m going to the cinema, maybe I’ll feel less lonely there.

I sit down in my chair, and wait for the movie to start. It takes place in Italy, and starts with the actress having an espresso, she’s beautiful! She has the most hypnotizing eyes. I could stare at them forever. I blink, and when I open my eyes again I’m no longer sitting in the cinema. I am in Italy, holding an espresso.

I can see people staring at me, most of them eating popcorn and drinking soda. I can also see a woman that looks just like me, she has the same green eyes and wild blonde hair.

Every day, I do the same thing, and every day, she comes and stares deep inside my eyes, searching for some kind of recognition that I can’t give her because I am unable to do as I please, it’s like I’m paralyzed, unable to do as I please. I’m a puppet in a show, an actress in a movie.

Maybe she is experiencing the same, maybe she used to be the girl on the screen, the girl I am now.

One day, she stays a little bit longer than the rest of the public. When everyone is gone, she walks in my direction, and reaches out for the big screen. I do the same thing, and close my eyes. After a small blackout, I am back at the cinema, and I can see her on the screen. She smiles, turns around, and walks away. I do the same thing.

I get out of the cinema, and I look up. The snowflakes fall on my face, and they instantly melt. My hands are freezing cold, but still, I laugh.

I walk the familiar streets that I know will lead me home. I turn right, walk for two blocks, and get in the subway.

As I make my way back home, I stop at the minimarket to buy some cigarettes and a coffee. Inside, the owner is watching a movie. I think I’ve seen it, but I can’t remember much of it. I’m pretty sure it’s ending, the girl in the movie is going inside a minimarket, she stands there, staring at the TV for a while. And then, she recognizes herself, she’s inside the movie. My heart stops for a second. I turn around, only to see a surprised crowd staring back at me. I wonder if they are as surprised as I am. They are sitting in a cinema, eating popcorn and drinking soda.

Penelope Klotz Bernstein.
IV Medio B. Colegio La Maisonnette

I write because I think stories are a way of escaping reality. I think it is very important to have some kind of hobby that allows you to do this, so that whenever things aren’t at its best, or you just need to think of something else, you have a way to distract yourself and just be.


Ruby

Ruby was the slowest bunny in the forest. She wasn't really good at jumping either.

As much as she tried, she wasn't ever going to be able to even participate in any hopping competition, or a race like her friends did because her legs weren't strong enough.

Her friends often joked about this and told her to simply put more effort. "try harder" they said. But that always resulted in Ruby breaking down into tears. She wanted to be like the rest of the fluffle, she wanted to be able to play with them instead of watching everyone having fun.

Her mom always told her that there was no reason to be ashamed of who she was. She knew Ruby was extremely talented and always supported her no matter what. As a mother, she wanted the best for her daughter. But all the positive little talks just made Ruby feel worse about herself, she felt like she was being pitied. And there is nothing worse than pity from your parents.

She did not only compare herself to her friends, but her siblings as well. Her brother was an excellent runner, and her sister was one of the best hoppers. Ruby did not like herself, not at all.

She felt useless and purposeless, and cried every night wishing upon stars to, one day, have stronger legs.

One day, some rats stole all the food reservation and the fluffle had to organize themselves into groups to find food and her mother put her as a lead in one of them. Ruby was anxious, she thought she was going to fail.

They travelled a while, it seemed like days. Ruby stopped. Her friends looked at each other with confusion in their faces. She told them to follow her. She knew exactly what to do.

She found the best wildflowers and clover no bunny had ever imagined. She burst into tears, only this time, they were happy tears. She had done it, she was helpful, she was good at something! Nothing felt better than being told that she had done a good job.

Her mother wasn't surprised, she was proud. She knew this was going to happen because Ruby was an expert at smelling and identifying herbs.

From that day, Ruby not only was in charge of finding food, but she also slowly learnt to understand that not all bunnies needed to be good jumpers or runners.

There's more in life than competition. The world needs different abilities.

It's okay to be a Ruby… it might be great to be Ruby!

Magdalena Urrutia.
IV Medio B. Colegio La Maisonnette.

“Ruby” is a short fable aimed at younger readers. It's a story about a bunny that felt like she didn't fit in with those around her. It is a story about acceptance of who you are.

This story was motivated by the need to teach children that the world needs different abilities and it is okay not to be good at something everyone else is good at.