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Happy Book’s Day 2022

by 2nd Bachillerato A

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Student’s name:
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Lucía Albero Serna
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The demon of my mind
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Genre
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Drama
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He wept grey tears in his anguish. All the crossings he traversed across have dissipated into nothing. His psyche is a vessel of brittleness. Throughout his tear-filled eyes, the crow's feather swirls; finding himself lost in a labyrinth, searching for a way to free himself from his scars.
Through his misdeeds, he creates more mysteries and mazes.

For him, the only truths he can uncover are those that reside inside of him, and the Demon inside him does not want him to uncover them. By looking into his own mirror, he can see his nemesis before his eyes, the affliction that keeps him from the true meaning of his existence: himself and the subconscious he is governed by. The battle is between him and himself.
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Soraya Benyahia
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The man at the bus stop
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Terror
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I remember it was a rainy night, I was at the stop waiting for the bus that I always took to get home. That day it took longer than usual but I still decided to wait. Suddenly he arrived, wet from head to toe and agitated because he had run a lot to get to the bus stop. We looked at each other and we smiled, in that glance I felt a special connection. The bus arrived and we got on, each one getting off at our destination. The next day at the same time he arrived at the bus stop agitated again and this was repeated during the next two months. Little by little, we started to meet and that connection was growing more and more until I started to feel something for him.
One windy day, there were many papers flying and one got stuck on my chest. When I picked it up and read it, it was an obituary and he was on it, the boy I was talking to for several months. He had died at that bus stop due to a car accident 100 years ago. I had been talking to a ghost the whole time...
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