Fear of

Fear of

Fear of  feeling afraid.

Fear of  not having any fear.

Fear of  being in danger.

Fear of  myself.

Fear of  my own life.

Fear of  the future.

Fear of  the past.

Fear of  the present, 

which passes too fast.

Fear of  my space, 

which is littler and littler.

Fear of  the mirror

and of the stranger
 who is looking at me

from inside.

Fear of  working too much.

Fear of  not working enough.

Fear of  the comb,

which kills my hair.

Fear of  losing my sight.

Fear of  losing my smell.

Fear of  losing my taste.

Fear of  losing my touch.

Fear of  losing my hearing.

Fear of losing you.

Fear of  losing everything...       

(28/09/2014)   

     

 

I have to say a few things ^-^

Hi! ^_^
After the hard task of "adding" or "following" all my partner's blogs and read almost everything I have to say a few things:

First: I'm exhausted! You all write very much! The good thing is that you all write very well, too. Congratulations.

The second thing, you have made me realize that I haven't introduced myself and I have a very simple decorated blog (yours are so beautiful *-*), so I'll solve thit "problem" this week if possible.

The last one, I'm glad to descover that I'm not the one who loves Manga, Anime, Adventure Time, Rock music... I hope know you better along these years! :3

Sweet dreams!

About errors, my story and comments in general

    Hi!

    I just wanted to say that I prefer that if you find any big or little error in the stuff that I write, please, tell me, because I like correcting the mistakes as soon as possible.

    Also, I wanted to say that I hope all you like my untitled story and, if you have any coment about it, please, tell me that too.

   I don't know how to answer your comments, but I will read them and I will follow all your advices.

   Thanks for your attention :D

Untitled story 2nd part

   (Second blog spot for my untitled story)

   (...)Darkness. Voices. Someone shouting. Fear. Fire.

   Adam had just another bad and realistic dream. He could remember it, that was the problem. Normally people forget their own dreams, but this didn't use to happen to him. He tried to sleep again, but he couldn't. It wasn't the first time that this had happened to him. Because of this, he went to the kitchen for a glass of milk -with a generous portion of chocolate-. This calmed him in this kind of situations. When he was about to finish, he remembered what his wife told her last night and the promise he made her: writing his strange dreams, like in a "diary of dreams". "Well...I suppose that I haven't any choice-he thought-. Let's get started". Then, Adam switched on his laptop and begun his singular diary:

   "I'm in a house which is not the mine. Really, it isn't my body. I am a little girl, dressed as a princess, with pink from my flat-heeled shoes -I can´t walk very well with them- to my tiny crown. It's my birthday. Now I'm a "very, trendy, beauty big girl" as my mum says. She is cooking a delicious cake and daddy hasn't come yet. There are balloons everywhere, and little sandwiches for me and for all my friends. They're about to arrive. Suddenly, Sparkie, my dog, starts barking. He often does it, so I don't pay him attention and I continue listening to music, which sounds loudly in all my house. It's very windy. I like wind. "¡Ding dong!" Someone has just rang the bell. It must be Sally, she is always punctual. "Sarah, open the door, please!". "Yeeees!" I say. I go down the stairs running and jumping and I open the door, but it's not Sally: It's one of my neighboors, Mr Sammy. He doesn't look very well: he looks afraid and injured, and his hair is singed. As I open the door, he comes in -what an unpolite person!- and looks for my mother. " Mandy! Mandy! Help! My house is on fire, it was a gas blast in my kitchen! The fire fighters haven't arrived yet and..." And, suddenly, I hear a strong noise and everything is dark, but not for long because I see fire. I am extremely afraid. I don't know where I am and I don't know what to do. The fire hurts me and mum is shouting."

24/09/14

24/09/14
Getting Ready to Write
Now select one of the ideas you have written down. The one you like most. Get ready to write.
Gathering Ideas
BRAINSTORMING

-MAKE A LIST
My topic: Art as human expresion.
·Novels.
·Poems.
·Songs.
·Painting.
·Sculpture.
·Drawing.
·Dancing.
·Writing.
·Expres feelings.

-FREEWRITING (about a partner's topic)
Topic: Electronic music in Spain.
I normally don't listen Electronic music. About Spain, I've always lived in a little village of Murcia, so I've never visited big cities, where, I supose, is born this curious kind of music. I have no idea about DJs, or producers, or genres, or subgenres...I just know that most people like Electronic music (it is very popular) and their famous DJs like David Guetta, but this is unfair because there are very much young and talended promises which nobody knows.

-MAPPING  (about the teacher's topic)
Topic: Firsts days on the University in Murcia. The life in the campus.
In this moment I can't do a photo of this exercise, so I'll explain how would look my "map".
This main ideas would be interconected: University-Murcia-Campus.
University's "sub-ideas" would be: work-future-knowledge-studies-waste-books-materials-phpotocopys.
Murcia's "sub-ideas" are: unknown and new city-new home-cooking-cleaning-waste-do the shopping-go shopping-flatmates.
Campus' "sub-ideas" are: new classes-new partners-new friens-different kind of life and work.

Thank you for your attention.

23/09/2014

23/09/2014
-Choose and narrow a topic (to write a paragraph). Exercise: Choose three topics and each of them to a paragraph topic. You can do it in pairs.

A. Music: Punk music in Scotland.
B. Friends: The good and bad things of having friends.
H. Art: Art as human expresion.

Untitled story 1st part

   
 Untitled story (1st blog spot)
 
    This is the story about a man whose dreams look like stories about people that he doesn't know. His name is Adam, and he lives in a big house with three cats, each one fatter and more indulged than the next, and with his wife, Muriel, who is pregnant. His life is quite simple: he has a job, a family, some pets...but, as I have said at the beginning of the paragraph, his dreams are not as simple.

    Since he was a little child, he has had frightening nightmares and beautiful dreams, but both with a common pattern: in them appear peope that he has never seen and an specific event of their life. One night he has another of these dreams and, worried, he told it to his wife. When he finished, She stayed silent for a while and, finaly, she said: "Why have you told me this now instead of before, sweetheart? Ady, I've been worried all this time. Yeah, since we live toguether I've realiced that you act strange when you sleep. You're moving all the time, and you sweat and sometimes even you speak in dreams. Why does this happen to you? Is there anything that you have not told me?" Adam looked her face. He really loved her, and he could see the sadness in her eyes. It was the face of "I am disquiet and unhappy and sorry because I didn't know how to help you but at the same time I'm angry with you for not having told me before" "Don't worry, Mur-Mur, it's just a sillingness -he said-. It has happen me since always. I just wanted to say this to someone because it's a little bit strange, and I trust you enough for telling you this as I have just done". This seemed to calm her. The pression disappeared from her beautiful factions, and she stopped frowning. In that moment, Mushu, one of their cats, went up to the bed and started purring, asking for petting. "Well, it's OK -contested Muriel- but promise me one thing". "Of course, sweety" She hugged the cat and said: "Promise me you will write those strange dreams. Doing it may help you. Adam, you can't just be silent all the time about what you feel, you have to give vent to that. Will you do that? For me? And for Mushu? And for the little one...?" -as she said that she took his hand and put it on her pregnant belly-. The main idea of write all that paranoids, exposed to anyone, displeased him. Nevertheless, he would try: "Ah...yes, I will" -he said, smiling to her smiling tiny face.

Presentation

Presentation.

Greetings. First of all, I have to say that this is my first blog. I've created it because this is a project for an university's subject, but, instead of think that, I'll think that this is an oportunity -a great oportnity- to learn and practice English on a pleasant and entertaining way. "English tales" will show by the end of the semester the class' exercises indicated by the teacher, four corrected practices and a personal diary (real or ficticious) that, in my case, may be an invented story. 

Thanks for your attention.