Run!

Run away is all I seem to do. I feel that it's following me again. If this goes on I'll go mad. I would like to sit down and cry, but if I do sit down and cry it'll catch me. That would be terrible, I don't know for sure but I've got the feeling that it is that way. If only I had somewhere else to run to. Anywhere. But it is my house that I'm being hunted in. The creature, I call it creature because I've seen it but I don't know exactly what it is. It looks like one of those monsters taken from a horror film. A dark skin that looks like an armour. It seems to me like an alien warrior. He does have a weapon, like some metal claws, though he doesn’t wear a shield. His movement is slow, resembling that of some spiders. Slow but unstoppable.
No one seems to be around, and if they were they wouldn’t hear my screams, because I can’t emit a sound. It's silent panic the one I've got. I go up the stairs and when I get to the top of them the creature is at the very bottom. I go into the terrace and when I go down to the park I turn to see it going down the same stairs I just walk out of. I run, close doors, go up and down stairs but the creature is always following me. And to make it more despairing I can't make my foots move out of the circle I'm doing. Up the stairs, into the house, out into the terrace, down another stair, through the garden into the street, and finally back into the stairs leading to the house.
When I think I've lost it, I fall!!! I was so desperate I didn't notice the fallen chair. Or there was no chair before and somehow the creature put it in my path. I must stand up, is all I can think about while I see the creature coming, slowly, as if it knew that I lost this race, that there is no escape.
As the creature moves closer I start to crawl; my legs don't move, as if I don't have any legs at all. I crawl at the same speed as the creature, or at least it is what I think, until I feel its claw grab my legs and... I wake up. I hate this nightmare.

Guillermytho

Wrong Wish

He couldn’t stop to think now. The time had come for him to make up his mind. "Do you want to live or not?" was all he said to himself before the people started shouting and running forward. He wished he hadn't decided to travel north at all. He was scared to death.
The previous month, January, he thought he would follow his stepmother’s counsel and do some travelling to know the world. He was given money so he could buy some food and stay at an inn during the night. An old sword was also given to him in order to defend himself from bandits and wild animals. That, he thought, was nonsense. Being the son of a poor farmer never had he the opportunity to handle a sword, forget the idea of fighting with it. But he knew that arguing about the sword would be futile.
During his first week he had to fight his way out of the forest. Grizzly bears were not that ferocious as people usually said, he thought after killing on of those animals. The same night he fought the bear he encountered some travellers, like him. They seemed to be better prepared for fighting, though. Their leader, Hans, was an expert bowman who seemed to be escorted by some knights. -Come and join us- they said, after he told the anecdote of the grizzly bear. -Gladly. There’s no purpose in continuing this pilgrimage- was all he answered, longing to use the sword one more time, now against something more challenging than a bear.
The weeks passed not so peacefully until the group came to a huge camp. Hans was no common bowmen after all but the commander of a foreign country's army. All of a sudden he learnt he had been involved in a fight that was not his. Hans had offered him to join them so he could fight for Hans and his country. By the warning look on some officers' faces, he could not reject this invitation. The first battle, which was against the barbarians from the west, was fought and lost. He avoided this fighting by helping with the supplies. Before the battle, when the things were organized for the coming skirmish he felt suddenly paralysed. Imagining the enemy kill him in so many ways made him tremble. Someone might have noticed it because he was given permission to assist with the supplies, arrows and healing the wounded. But so many soldiers fell in battle that no one was excused from the next encounter, unless they were already crippled. -They’re damn brave, they are, these beast men- he heard a legless soldier say. "Beast men". Curious. They were called that way because of the wolf or bear hide they use as battle regalia. -Axes seem to be their only weapon- the soldier continued - not only they use them for melee combat but also throw them like arrows-. The thought of those axe-thrower beast men gave him creeps. Werewolves were much more than what he could take. He realized now that his ambitious desire of using his sword against something more challenging than an old grizzly bear was a terrible mistake. When he was thinking of running away he was told that those who tried to escape were executed; so he thought better and decided to die in battle, like the brave warrior he was not.
- This time, we will summit them to our emperor's orders- Hans speech began, as the armies moved to their position in the battlefield. -We're outnumbered by three to one- he heard a soldier say. Out of the blue, thousands of arrows soared through the air while the armies started to advance.
He couldn’t stop to think now. The time had come for him to make up his mind. "Do you want to live or not?" was all he said to himself before the people started shouting and running forward. He wished he hadn't decided to travel north at all. He was scared to death.
Petrified as he was, he didn't see the axe coming. The choice had been made for him.

Guillermytho

Practise

That morning I was inspired. I'll write the story now, I thought. In the way to the kitchen I turned the computer on, so I could check the mails while I made breakfast. By the time I sat at the computer my inspiration had already left me. Anyway, I had to practise for my English exam so better doing it now. "This, he felt, was a crisis. He had been pursuing his career so long that he had never quite realized that a time might come when the authorities would drop on him." was the bit of a text used for the previous exam, so I had decided to practice with it. I began typing:
"He became a scientist because of his desire to discover cures for illnesses. Even though he had made some minor discoveries, his true objective was cancer, he wanted to be able to cure cancer. This probable was because his mother had suffered it in his youth. Nobody could have guessed that that path he followed would lead him to discover a new virus. The virus was strong, dangerous and easy to control and develop. When he published in one of those scientific magazines about his research on the virus, an agency of the government became very interested on it. When they suggested affording his research in exchange for some practical use of the virus, that is, chemical weapons, he refused. From then on, he started receiving phone calls during the night, mostly threats. Wisely he decided to go on the run with his virus the day before his laboratory was broke into by some "burglars". He knew he had little chance of defeating the government, but he didn't quit his run. If only the virus were not vital for his research on the cure for cancer, he would have destroyed it long time ago. This, he felt, was a crisis. He had been pursuing his career so long that he had never quite realized that a time might come when the authorities would drop on him. He was caught and imprisoned, you can't run from the authorities without going to jail, but the virus was never found. In the end he died a curios death, due to an unknown disease."
I must admit I hate the story, it's really hard to make up a good plot for that piece of text, I said to myself. I should have used a different career or a less abrupt ending. I know that this won't pass the exam, but at least it's practice. I got up from the computer and went to the kitchen to have breakfast. Next time it’ll be better I hoped as I started reading the paper.

Guillermytho