Concurso Observa Piensa Escribe: Una imagen, una historia, mil formas de interpretación… // Observe, Think, Write Contest: One image, one story, a thousand ways to interpret it…

“Strap yourself in, Agent Fishe.” I glanced at Carr White, head of interspace matters at the Aeronautics and Space Agency (ASA). He tilted his chin towards an electrical chair with leather straps hanging

What I see A raccoon with a masked face laying on a wood and watching closely. What I feel I feel like it's keeping an eye on its prey, a close observation on what will serve as meal today. The Cute Raccoon

Have I been? Tall, dirt-stained buildings Majestic churches with pointy spires Clean streets and busy people A mosaic of a time forgotten Have I been? Delightful shrieks of robust children Blue skies atop

BEFORE..... “Why won't they stop moving?” I ask, chewing my lower lip, gazing at the bodies moving past me in fast motion. I hug myself as a woman brushes past me, my skin pebbling with goosebumps. Tim

Source Every Sunday night, the Grand Houdini Theater was filled to the last seat to witness the show of the "Great Merlin." With his velvet cape and a smile rehearsed to exhaustion, the magician

This place. It looks strange, I think. Or perhaps I'm the stranger. I've never been here before. And everyone is staring. It feels like the middle of somewhere. People are coming and going, passing me

What I see A woman with long, golden hair peeps out from behind a red curtain. She wears a grey top, a red lipstick, a neck choker and white dotted gloves. Looking to the side, wearing a low smile, What

Concurso Observa Piensa Escribe: Una imagen, una historia, mil formas de interpretación… // Observe, Think, Write Contest: One image, one story, a thousand ways to interpret it…

The crunch of the gravel beneath Amara's boots was too loud in the stillness surrounding Jermaine estate. The estate loomed ahead as she stomped toward the front door. The silence was unnatural but it

Was it possible to shout quietly? Nnadim pressed himself against the hallway wall as if he could melt into the concrete and brick, if he tried hard enough. At the same time, in slow motion, he watched

Source I see a beautiful woman with long, soft strawberry-blonde hair that flows down her shoulders like waves of gold. Her hair shines under the light and has a warm, sunny color. She peeks out from behind

imagen Historia imaginaría creada en tan solo cinco minutos, con toques de realidades ¡Adivina qué! No me lo vas a creer, pero me gané la lotería, si señor así como lo leen, me la gané y miren que yo nunca