By Marcos Fernandez Ouriña
It was like 6:00 a.m. when it all happened. I went to a campsite on the mountain with some friends of mine. I heard a tremendous noise, I went out ofmy tent to realize that almost everyone was gone. I didn´t realize what was happening so I started to run away to get out of the mountains as soon as possible.
After a few minutes, I found myself in the village near the mountain. When I got there my face had a desperate expression and someone asked me what had happened to me, so I started to tell him what I had witnessed. But at the end he said "But their isn´t any mountain near here." When I heard that, I turned around to see that he was right. After that I was very confused but fortunately I found a friend from that campsite and asked him what had happened but he said nothing. After that I remember fainting and waking up in a mental asylum.
Somebody said that someoen has to come visit me, that person was my friend, but everything I had heard from him was the noise from the mountains while my ears were filling up with blood.
By Jorge Dominguez
One day I woke up and I decided that I needed to change my point of view. Until that day I thought that my life didn´t matter, until I met him. It was a sunny day so I went for a walk at the outskirts of the village. I walked along an old earth path. In the middle of the path there was an old man lying down. He seemed dead but when I got closer, he woke up.
I asked what he was doing and he answered, "Nothing, the same as you are doing with your life."
When I was going to continue walking he got in my way and said, "If you are searching for a meaning for your life, don´t continue this path. People only find death here. You see that tree? That is my grave."
By Lia Zhu Muñiz Briones
He was running and trying to reach the mountains. At his side was an unknown person. She was running too and she was only focusing on their way. Then he tried to talk to her but his words wouldn't come out and every time he tried, he felt breathless. Minutes went by and he realized that, indeed, they weren't running together but that he was chasing after her. The mountains were still in the same place and suddenly, she disappeared.
¨Where is she¨?, he thought, desperately, although he didn´t know why. He knew nothing about that woman, did he? So he kept going, even though he didn´t want to, he did it until the sky became green, the mountains became red, and the soil became yellow. The view was alarming on its own, but he kept going. The colours kept changing and the mountains started to burn, but he kept going.
No matter what, he kept going. Over and over again. And finally, he woke up. At one side he found the woman´s photograph, the one he took before her death. Or, to rephrase it, the one he took one year after they had married. But life goes on and he kept going.
By Maria Begoña Andrés Noche
Suddenly, I am in an empty school. I get up from the floor where I was sitting and start looking for the exit. I feel scared, because as much as I look, I can’t find an exit. I see a door far down the hall, I need to get to it. Every time it is further away from me. I managed to get there, I open the door and this is what I find. Thousands of corridors, one behind the other.
He puts a name on each shelf. I take a book from a tearful one, read the first sentence, and so it begins. "Every tear in this book is caused by him." I still don't know who he is and I don't know whose story this is either. I decide to keep reading, ‘Today he told me that I was useless, that it was not worth it. I replied that if you speaking that way either. My world was falling apart, with no turning back. 'I stop to think and realize that it is like a diary. It seemed written by me. But the question was another, what is this doing here? When have I written it? I get scared and ran to the end of the classroom. There is a sign that says ‘MEMORIES THAT CONTAIN TEARS’ ‘YEARS 2019-2020’. I am inside my own mind, how is such a thing possible? I'm still scared, there is no way out of this maze. I walk out of classroom and yell, 'Is anyone there?I'm alone, I don't know how to get out. ' But there was no response. With tears in my eyes, I enter another class. In this it says ‘MEMORIES OF MY BORN .’ I ordered it myself, I think. As soon as I get out of there, I fall to the ground, I can't walk, I can't feel my legs and I can't
move.
My arms start to fade. I'm dying. In front of me a shining book appears, its title is "MY LAST MEMORY". I scream and ask for help. It can't be happening. I'm dying. With what little desire I have left, I pick up the book and read the first sentence. ‘Today was a good day to ride a motorcycle, we have been dating for 3 years, and at the same time he was 18, he had had them for 6 months. He took me riding a motorcycle, but things went wrong. 'I can't read on. I don't have that will. I am unable to do so. Mike and I had finally moved in together, two months after we had started college. Lying on the floor, in front of my memories I see how everything fades, how everything turns to a translucent color, I don't want to get trapped in my memories, I want to continue filling the classrooms. Keep filling them with it. 'Jane fight' I yell, 'Get up and fight'. Everything keeps fading. With half my body left before I totaly die,I pick up the book and, crying, I look for the exit. I go to the end of the book and see a bright
page. That is the way out. Before I get in I read the last sentence 'As my eyes close and Mike cries, I think, thank you for everything.' 'I still feel Mike screaming, ‘Jane, wake up, you have to survive. Sorry for letting you take the moto by yourself. "It was all my fault." I need to get out of here, this book has to keep being written. I go through the last page of the book. Now I know what the images that cross your mind before you die are like. You choose them and then you get caught up in them.
“Jane, wake up, come on, get up and fight, come on Jane, you can. You can't leave me. ”I open my eyes and watch Mike's face change. I managed to get out of my memories. As I get out of them, I see how they become opaque little by little as I move away from them. I manage to be able to vocalize a word and say, "It wasn't your fault." The wounds are bleeding too much, Mike plugs them while praying that he comes to his senses, that he wakes up. And I wake up completely. I don't know if you've heard me, but I'm completely back. I fall asleep again, but this time I see no memories, just a dream. Then I wake up in a Hospital. Mike is next to me with tears in his eyes. "Mike, I'm back," I think.