I Concurso de Relato Corto en Lengua Inglesa

El pasado 23 de abril se dieron a conocer los tres relatos ganadores del I Concurso de Relato Corto en Lengua Inglesa. Este concurso, organizado por primera vez por el Departamento de Inglés del IES Tafira-Nelson Mandela, tenía como motivación principal unirse a la celebración del Día del Libro en el centro.

Los relatos ganadores son los siguientes:

– De 1º y 2º ESO: Surreal Times, de Henry Manuel Nuez Mullarkey (1º ESO C)

– De 3º y 4º ESO: Rest in Peace?, de Elsa Fernández Borrego (3º ESO A)

– De 1º y 2º de Bachillerato: Intertwined, de Inés Guerra Domínguez (2º Bachillerato B)

Así pues, el pasado viernes 21 de mayo, se hizo entrega a los ganadores de los 25€ en metálico que conforman la mitad del premio. La otra mitad, consistente en un libro ilustrado en lengua inglesa, se encuentra aún de camino a sus futuros dueños.

El Departamento de Inglés quiere aprovechar esta publicación para agradecer su participación al alumnado que se animó a enviar su relato, y anima a todo el alumnado del centro a presentar sus relatos en futuras ediciones.

Puedes disfrutar de los relatos ganadores a continuación.

Surreal times

He wasn’t scared of anything. Nothing stood in his way, but one evening something just wasn’t quite right. He could sense it in the air. His feelings grew strange. Looking out of his window, the picture confirmed the fear. It was amazingly surreal: the green ocean and the blue mountains just terrorized him. What had happened…?

Henry Manuel Nuez Mullarkey (1º ESO C)

Rest in peace?

It’s been a year since I died. I’ve been buried under the most beautiful branch of wild roses to feel that peace you’re supposed to experience when you aren’t alive. But the soil and roots that surround my wooden cage squeeze me more and more every day. The worms are all around the rest of me. But the worst thing is that I can’t feel any of this. Maybe I should have sought peace when I was alive, looking at that branch of wild roses.

Elsa Fernández Borrego (3º ESO A)

Intertwined

The sun was setting as if it were a ripe, giant peach falling from a celestial tree. Lisa’s attention shifted from it when she heard Mathew’s gentle steps towards his rocking chair. He sat and their wrinkled hands held tenderly, more so now than when they were still smooth. It seemed to her that time had made their love grow and their souls intertwine, like branches of the rosebush her eyes were now lying on as night was slowly falling.

Inés Guerra Domínguez (2º Bachillerato B)