Gisana Costa
Allyson Galvão
Silvino Gustavo de Medeiros
Jane and Smith were a couple who got married in 1984 in Los Angeles, they have a son named Jason, 19 years old. Jason was living in New York because he was at university, and he usually used to visit his parents 5 or 6 times a year, thus he was going to be at his parent's party that year. As Jane had never entered an occupation she used to take care of the house all day long. She wanted to be an elementary school teacher, but her husband, who was a doctor, asked her to be at home to take care of their son while he was working in the hospital. Smith went to Washington on a business trip on a Saturday night, but he promised his wife Jane to be home on Monday for their 25th wedding anniversary.
Smith's wife was in the living room on a phone call preparing the buffet when she suddenly felt her heart beats faster. She foreshadowed something was happening with her son. Immediately, she hung up the telephone and called her son. He didn't answer her calls then she called her husband to tell him that she was feeling strange. He answered the phone and told her to be calm and take a breath, because it was probably nothing and maybe she was just worried and nervous about the party they were going to give. During the day she could not think about anything else than what she was feeling and that it could come true. Actually, she had a nightmare with her son in which he suffered an accident and this would be terrible. Her only son that she was already missing so much because he was living in another place and now she was scared about these thoughts. Jane knew that she had just dreamed something bad but how could she know that it was not an announcement, or something like that? The problem was that nobody would believe in an announcement, everybody would say that it was nothing but a nightmare and that she should forget it and think about the anniversary, because she still had lots of things to do and prepare. She tried to call Jason again, but nothing happened. The thoughts were growing. She called him again and at this time he answered it. She told him everything and asked him not to come to avoid that something bad happened. He did not understand anything. Why did she believe that so much ? But Damn. He did not want to be there, because he had lots of homework from college, so he accepted and said that he was going to cancel the trip. In the afternoon somebody called Jane from a hospital to say that her son had had an accident driving to cancel a trip.
Deborah Tavares
Kah Inácio
It was the third time that week and his family had already suggested he should see a doctor. Why? He was not sick and wasn’t feeling sick… Actually, he had never felt so good. He would daily work out; he had joined a more than perfect diet; he was being praised at work; he was dating someone. That’s what most people would call a divine manifestation of happiness.
Despite his apparently well-adjusted life, there was a tragic secret which everybody in the family was dying to keep: Rudolph was a sleepwalker. And again, most people would say it is not a problem at all. Except for one of those little creepy details: he used to kill someone every time he sleepwalked. And worse: someone very close to him.
Mr. Kyle, Rudolph’s father discovered the body of the grandma in the backyard a few months before. It took him ages to finally understand that Rudolph wasn’t a psychopath (although, deep down, he was afraid of his son, and since everything turned into a nightmare, he started to sleep uneasy and with a gun under the pillow). Rudolph suffered without suffering - he never had a clue about all the events that took place during his sleepwalking. He was a killer – a good kind; very polite, by the way. The curse was in the fact that no one knew when there would be another death or who would be the victim. Rudolph was the silent embodiment of Pandora's Box...
Here we find the extremes of this funny and fantastic story: Rudolph did not know what was happening and his father had no idea how to explain it to him. After too much persuasion, Rudolph went to the doctor (even misunderstanding all that fuss) and got the expected result: sleepwalking. The doctor prescribed some medicine, which had a great effect in the first few weeks; even Mr. Kyle was sleeping quieter, but still he hesitated to tell the truth to Rudolph.
After a regular day, Rudolph took his medicine and did go to sleep. However, that night he had a weird dream - he dreamed of killing his aunt. He woke up confused and did not say anything to anyone. Some time ago, he had already dreamed of killing his grandmother and burying her in the backyard. And he had no idea it was his subconscious coming out. Damn, he SO did not want to be there. The nightmares went on until he couldn't stand anymore and decided to tell his father what was happening. Mr. Kyle heard all the facts and finally told the whole truth about who was the real culprit of some murders within the family.
Rudolph was inconsolable, took his car and drove around town all day. He returned home at night, ate something and decided to sleep without taking his medication. Little did he know that his own death was decreed. He fell asleep quickly, as a baby, and in the next morning, Mr. Kyle found his son strangled by the window. Rudolph was his own victim... The Pandora's Box was closed then.
After a regular day, Rudolph took his medicine and did go to sleep. However, that night he had a weird dream - he dreamed of killing his aunt. He woke up confused and did not say anything to anyone. Some time ago, he had already dreamed of killing his grandmother and burying her in the backyard. And he had no idea it was his subconscious coming out. Damn, he SO did not want to be there. The nightmares went on until he couldn't stand anymore and decided to tell his father what was happening. Mr. Kyle heard all the facts and finally told the whole truth about who was the real culprit of some murders within the family.
Rudolph was inconsolable, took his car and drove around town all day. He returned home at night, ate something and decided to sleep without taking his medication. Little did he know that his own death was decreed. He fell asleep quickly, as a baby, and in the next morning, Mr. Kyle found his son strangled by the window. Rudolph was his own victim... The Pandora's Box was closed then.
Maria Luiza de Oliveira
Alexandro Lino da Costa
Everyday Ivan wakes up at 5 AM. He has to be in the gas station at 6 AM. He does not even have breakfast, only has time to take a shower, to drink some coffee, and then gets out by bicycle. He goes down the street taking care of the holes and little stones, and smelling the shit smell while passes over the bridge, and then goes up the street to finally get the road. Like always, it is early in the morning and there is no traffic. He can ride barely free. And that's the best part of the day. The air still seeming clean, the silence with a rare sound of a car running fast, the faint sun touching his skin, he doesn't feel cold, but he doesn't feel hot, either. It's the perfect sensation. And then, when he finally feels the total pleasure, when all his body is relaxed, he gets there.
The gas station is not old, it's not new, but needs some repairs. His salary is not so good, but the owner is a good man, and leaves coffee with some cookies in a kind of kitchen, sometimes there's even bread.He arrives ten minutes before his due time, says "hello" to his fellows, drinks some coffee, puts on his uniform, and goes take his place five minutes before his time. And then, Alvin arrives five minutes before his time, says "hello" to the same fellows, drinks the same coffee, wears his similar uniform and goes take his place exactly at his time. The work begins.
The place is just ginormous. Alvin is a blue man. Since they first met two years ago, Alvin has been really sad. Ivan always tries to ask him the reason of his sadness, but Alvin never answers. Ivan has even asked other people about it, and everybody who knows Alvin says "he was born gloomy". Nobody knows why. Maybe it's his nature. The more Ivan tries to cheer Alvin up, the more he just cannot do it.
While Ivan manipulates the controls to the passage of the gas, he suddenly starts to think of his dearest people. He sees his gentle father, his sweet mother, his annoying two older sisters, his annoying two younger brothers, his three needy dogs, his egocentric orange cat, his so beautiful and hot girlfriend, some dear classmates. Damn. He so did not want to be there.
What a fool regard! He told me all this. He didn't want to be there. I could read his thoughts. And I wanted to die and to take anyone with me. I knew exactly what to do. I'm not blue. I'm bad. Essentially. I took my matchbox from my pocket (I used to smoke), and just fired one. Everything exploded. I do like fire. It was funny. I hadn't known this word before. Funny. And I laughed. The only time in all my life. I laughed while I was burning, and burning, and burning. It hurt a lot, but I did not care; after all, I was dying. I don't know about him anymore. Maybe he is in heaven or in hell. But I stand here. Strong. He was a simple victim. I just wanted to laught and to kill somebody. To feel powerful like a deity, and the fire really helped me. I always laugh when I remember the explosion. I'm not a killer: I'm just a person who had an unusual kind of happiness. You realized I am Alvin's spirit, didn't you? Yes. And I will live in this dark and burnt piece of land forever. I'd like to see someone try to build anything there. I'll be there when you want to see me. I mean, to feel me. Yes. This place is mine and was cursed by myself. Amen.
Ariana Salisa
First I'd supposed it was a joke but, after that, I didn't know what to think about. I couldn't believe that it was possible for a person to be so different in his actions as he was with me after everything that had happened between us. I was so angry because he made me feel totally foolish.
Deborah Tavares
Erika Inácio
Ewerton Mendonça de Oliveira
I only could remember and feel the pain that moment. After all the things I had done; after all the doubts I had faced; after hurting myself for playing games with my heart. My past was trying to drag me back into darkness and I was trying my best not to let it be. I had to kill the questions and I had to make the answers disappear... because no longer I wanted to belong to something only able to exist in dreams and thoughts. I am human. I need protection. I need to feel warmed. I need to free myself from this curse although I know it demands another spell just to happen.
MY HAND TREMBLED AS I PUNCHED THE NUMBER INTO THE PHONE. I guess it had to be that moment or I would never do it. I could hear voices by my side, telling me not to follow the reasonable path. I have always been touched by emotion. It happens that... lately, I've been going through the motions... Losing every sense of direction. Something that is supposed to be good must be good under all circumstances. And when all the lights turn out and no matter how hard you try it's quite impossible to look clear any little ahead - it means that something is really wrong. I had lost myself in the mirror. I had done things I never thought I would do. I was ashamed of me, of her, of them... That's when I decided to turn the table and kill it. And for the first time in our story, I myself would say such words: stay away from me.
She took it hard. Suddenly I was the one walking away and turning my back on everything I thought I knew. I figured out we would be a waste of time. A waste of pride. A waste of soul. I heard she was crying on the other side. Incredibly I felt like she was the other side of the world to me. I didn't realize I was screaming within - "You're a killer! A fucking heartbreaker, bitch!" - until my head asked for silence. I kept thinking to myself: "Relax, dude. You've made it right! Imagine the things you'll be able to do now... Accept your freedom". And if I had to suffer to forget - I would; if I had to hurt - I would. I was supposed to. Time fixes the rest and tomorrow I am going to rebuild my identity.
It's amazing how fragile we become when it concerns love. Sometimes you have found the right person, but you're not satisfied yet. So you go after the wrong one. And you become wrong. And suddenly it's too late and the damage is scattering. Opportunities pass you by. You cry. You go through hard times until one day you wake up and make up your mind. You stop believing. You start taking for granted every little word that once would make you smile. You give up on the future, since the Future is nothing more than living the present. In a materialistic world, you're one of the few looking for a certain feeling. Nevertheless, there's no space for self-pity. Nobody can save you from yourself. In the end, everything keeps on moving and the first step you must take is to feel the rhythm. The hardest thing in this life is to live it. But maybe, just maybe, it's not that hard. It's just... living.
MY HAND TREMBLED AS I PUNCHED THE NUMBER INTO THE PHONE. I guess it had to be that moment or I would never do it. I could hear voices by my side, telling me not to follow the reasonable path. I have always been touched by emotion. It happens that... lately, I've been going through the motions... Losing every sense of direction. Something that is supposed to be good must be good under all circumstances. And when all the lights turn out and no matter how hard you try it's quite impossible to look clear any little ahead - it means that something is really wrong. I had lost myself in the mirror. I had done things I never thought I would do. I was ashamed of me, of her, of them... That's when I decided to turn the table and kill it. And for the first time in our story, I myself would say such words: stay away from me.
She took it hard. Suddenly I was the one walking away and turning my back on everything I thought I knew. I figured out we would be a waste of time. A waste of pride. A waste of soul. I heard she was crying on the other side. Incredibly I felt like she was the other side of the world to me. I didn't realize I was screaming within - "You're a killer! A fucking heartbreaker, bitch!" - until my head asked for silence. I kept thinking to myself: "Relax, dude. You've made it right! Imagine the things you'll be able to do now... Accept your freedom". And if I had to suffer to forget - I would; if I had to hurt - I would. I was supposed to. Time fixes the rest and tomorrow I am going to rebuild my identity.
It's amazing how fragile we become when it concerns love. Sometimes you have found the right person, but you're not satisfied yet. So you go after the wrong one. And you become wrong. And suddenly it's too late and the damage is scattering. Opportunities pass you by. You cry. You go through hard times until one day you wake up and make up your mind. You stop believing. You start taking for granted every little word that once would make you smile. You give up on the future, since the Future is nothing more than living the present. In a materialistic world, you're one of the few looking for a certain feeling. Nevertheless, there's no space for self-pity. Nobody can save you from yourself. In the end, everything keeps on moving and the first step you must take is to feel the rhythm. The hardest thing in this life is to live it. But maybe, just maybe, it's not that hard. It's just... living.
Alexsandro Lino da Costa
My hand trembled as I punched the number into the phone. I had to speak, but I just couldn't speak loud. It was in the room on my left side; and It was next to me enough to hear my voice. My breath was loud and rhythmic, I could hear it as I could hear the steps getting close to the door. A lady answers the call with a feline voice, slow and hoarse: “Hello… Who is it…?” I tried to speak only to discover that I could not. My voice was over. I could hear Its steps getting closer and closer. Suddenly the door began to open slowly. An outside light, maybe on the street entered shy in the room, creating a shadow of It. It because I cannot call it another way. Much terrible to be something known, with a smell that burnt all the path to my lungs, a sound noise and so quiet that hurt inner ear. It was coming nearer me... I wanted to scream, but I was not able to. I looked for a weapon, something to defend me, protect me, but there was nothing there. I thought I would die... And the steps were coming. What the hell could It be? An E.T.? A ghost? A thief? A killer? I just had a cellphone on my hand, what could I do? If I were stronger, I could hit It. Yes... I was really angry, because every time I was afraid of anything, I become angry; almost berserk. It's the animal instinct on me. I wished to hit It, punch It, kick It, stomp It, make It bleed! I went to the backdoor, hoping to see It while I was waiting It came to the front of me...
Then... I recognized the sheet: it was mine! I knew those clothes... And I saw those damn expensive sneakears appearing through the sheet. Yes, It was human, a jerk teenage boy: my own brother! He almost made my heart stop! He was kidding and I was dying! Son of a... No, I just cannot say this at all. My mum forgive me, but I DO HATE her younger son!
He recorded a lot of awkward noises from horror movies, and wore filthy clothes, and painted himself with red ink, and made everybody leave home... just to frighten me! I do not want revenge... I really hope that cursed boy to grow up and get more mature. And I will call him IT forever.
Maria Luiza de Oliveira
My hand trembled as I punched the number into the phone. I had to speak, but I just couldn't speak loud. It was in the room on my left side; and It was next to me enough to hear my voice. My breath was loud and rhythmic, I could hear it as I could hear the steps getting close to the door. A lady answers the call with a feline voice, slow and hoarse: “Hello… Who is it…?” I tried to speak only to discover that I could not. My voice was over. I could hear Its steps getting closer and closer. Suddenly the door began to open slowly. An outside light, maybe on the street entered shy in the room, creating a shadow of It. It because I cannot call it another way. Much terrible to be something known, with a smell that burnt all the path to my lungs, a sound noise and so quiet that hurt inner ear. It was coming nearer me... I wanted to scream, but I was not able to. I looked for a weapon, something to defend me, protect me, but there was nothing there. I thought I would die... And the steps were coming. What the hell could It be? An E.T.? A ghost? A thief? A killer? I just had a cellphone on my hand, what could I do? If I were stronger, I could hit It. Yes... I was really angry, because every time I was afraid of anything, I become angry; almost berserk. It's the animal instinct on me. I wished to hit It, punch It, kick It, stomp It, make It bleed! I went to the backdoor, hoping to see It while I was waiting It came to the front of me...
Then... I recognized the sheet: it was mine! I knew those clothes... And I saw those damn expensive sneakears appearing through the sheet. Yes, It was human, a jerk teenage boy: my own brother! He almost made my heart stop! He was kidding and I was dying! Son of a... No, I just cannot say this at all. My mum forgive me, but I DO HATE her younger son!
He recorded a lot of awkward noises from horror movies, and wore filthy clothes, and painted himself with red ink, and made everybody leave home... just to frighten me! I do not want revenge... I really hope that cursed boy to grow up and get more mature. And I will call him IT forever.
André Marinho
Andrew Yan
Frederico Bragança
Rejane Medeiros
There are those four classmates, three boys and a girl. They had just started their studies of science in the University of Macaible. The younger one, AA Andrew is a tiny boy, tanned from the sun, because he does really appreciate waking up early to go surfing. F Frenzy is an intersting boy, with short black hair and deep blue eyes. He likes countryside music and goes out frequently and have a particular passion for an old woman. A Marinho is very tall, light skinned and he is a strong and brilliant student, who really loves maths . The girl, she is very different, likes hard rock but is very introspective. When they started to get used to the new ambience, AA Andrew, A Marinho and the girl decided to come late in the night to visit the Anatomy's Lab. Can you imagine what kind of things were coming into their imagination? They were a bit nervous, cause they knew it was forbbiden what they were doing, but curiosity was bigger. Suddenly, when they were in the middle of the research with a corpse, they heard a noise coming from the door. It sounded like someone was pulling a chain. Jesus, thought AA Andrew, I did not want to be here... But they also remembered that another classmate has heard their conversation. And guess, he has a funny nickname, F Frenzy. That guy, he is a strange type. He has an accurate mind, but I don't know where his ideas are going to bring him. But why are we talking about him? Ah, the noise coming from the next door! Maybe he is planning something to scare us. The girl was having chills and couldn't stop shivering. AA Andrew had his hand over his chest. A Marinho got his pocket flashlight and turned it on, pointing it to the next door. He kept quiet and inquiring countenance in his face. The tinkling sound continued even louder. A Marinho smiled somewhat sardonically. What was he thinking, no one could tell. "What's with that face?", asked AA Andrew. Marinho shrivelled his smile and muttered to his classmates "I smell something, and it's not formaldehyde, it's mockery. There's someone trying to make fun of us here. Something unusual is going to happen today, for sure. We'll find something interesting here. It's a pity F Frenzy didn't come, he would enjoy it". Afterwards, he started walking unhesitatingly towards the door. "What's the matter?", he asked his friends. "Come on, there's nothing to worry about. It is just someone trying to make fun of us. Probably F Frenzy. He heard us talking about coming here. I'm sure he said he wouldn't come just so he could hoax on us. Come on". Silence remained in the air for some seconds, and then the chain-dragging sound started again. The others were a little afraid, but they followed him. The other room was dark and smelling of mould, formaldehyde and cardice. They had a strange feeling that they were not alone, that someone was lurking in the darkness just waiting for them... A Marinho tried to turn on the light switch, but it seemed to be broken. The power wasn't off, the refrigerators were working. When the lights turned on for unknown reasons, we could see something awkward: an old woman with shining eyes! She was laughing. Suddenly, A Marinho pulled his sarcastic hammer from his pocket and tried to strike the woman, but F Frenzy mysteriously appeared and kidnapped her.
"I'm always starring in the shadows, baby, says the Alice Cooper's song, and so do I", said F Frenzy. "Have you noticed that what you said was non-sense, weirdo?" replied AA Andrew. "You can't kill this lady, freaks! Not only is she really sexy, but she's also a genius! Come with me and I'll show you!" In this room, there were some odd machines... Sort of capsules. Each one of those could bear a man! F Frenzy and the old lady explained to the students how these four capsules would work... but the goal of this experiment wasn't very clear for anyone. "Any doubts?", asked the old japanese, black-haired lady. "Yes", said the girl. "What's your name?". "Dr. Wolksvagen", replied the woman.
Than the four students entered each one a weird capsule of those (excpet for F Frenzy who dragged Dr. Wolksvagen into his own), and after Dr. Wolksvagen pressed some buttons in the remote control she had in hand, lots os smoke and light filled the room. Everything all around started shaking like in an earthquake. Soon afterwards the same room was a complete mess. And lots of papers describing Dr. Wolksvagen's plans were covering all the ground. There were a great amount of studies and mathematics formulas that were showing how to travel through alternative reallities. And there was a special one... The most recent... Pointing out that in one of these alternative reallities, they would be all in a city called Natal, in a University called UFRN... but that's just science fiction.
"I'm always starring in the shadows, baby, says the Alice Cooper's song, and so do I", said F Frenzy. "Have you noticed that what you said was non-sense, weirdo?" replied AA Andrew. "You can't kill this lady, freaks! Not only is she really sexy, but she's also a genius! Come with me and I'll show you!" In this room, there were some odd machines... Sort of capsules. Each one of those could bear a man! F Frenzy and the old lady explained to the students how these four capsules would work... but the goal of this experiment wasn't very clear for anyone. "Any doubts?", asked the old japanese, black-haired lady. "Yes", said the girl. "What's your name?". "Dr. Wolksvagen", replied the woman.
Than the four students entered each one a weird capsule of those (excpet for F Frenzy who dragged Dr. Wolksvagen into his own), and after Dr. Wolksvagen pressed some buttons in the remote control she had in hand, lots os smoke and light filled the room. Everything all around started shaking like in an earthquake. Soon afterwards the same room was a complete mess. And lots of papers describing Dr. Wolksvagen's plans were covering all the ground. There were a great amount of studies and mathematics formulas that were showing how to travel through alternative reallities. And there was a special one... The most recent... Pointing out that in one of these alternative reallities, they would be all in a city called Natal, in a University called UFRN... but that's just science fiction.
Ariana Salisa
Allyrio de Sousa
Kleison Açucena
Maria de Fátima de Araujo
My bare feet slipped on the floor. It seemed I was walking on thin ice. I should be careful looking out my back because I had no idea what would happen if that bag released. It would be such a horrible sensation having those small pieces scattered all over place. I heard a cricket noise, however it was my alarm clock ringing. I took it out from my pocket fast and turned off the alarm. Otherwise, I would get in trouble. Suddenly, I could see the phone through that blur and black room . For somehow my hand trembled as I punched the number into the phone because a male voice that had disturbed my sleep became pretty clear in my mind. In that moment I figured out that my uncle and I were not alone anymore as it was supposed to be, once my family had been out of town. All of a sudden, the kitchen lamp turned on. By that time, I indeed wished to be dreamming or even having a nightmare.
But unfortunately I was not, and while I was thinking what I should do, I heard noisy steps coming from the corridor. My heart did beat up. A shade crossed the hallway. The thoughts messed up my mind. I should do something in that moment, or I would be found unexpectedly. On the other hand, it could be my unique chance to scape in scot free way. I had no time to keep thinking of anything. I just ran away without looking behind. In my confused mind many hyphoteses came out, such as "if the invader killed my uncle? Should I stay and fight against him? Maybe, if somebody else could help us out, calling 911!" OMG, what should I do?" I ran outside in order to look for help. Then I paid attention to a little green door next to the gateway. I just touched it. It opened without any effort. I saw a guy lying on the floor. His eyes were closed and there was a letter in his hand. Carefully, I took it from his hand, opened it up and read the following note. "Hey, it's time to wake up! Hurry up because there is a bomb in your backpack. In few minutes it will b..... BUMMMM."
Allyrio de Sousa
Kleison Açucena
Maria de Fátima de Araujo
My bare feet slipped on the floor. It seemed I was walking on thin ice. I should be careful looking out my back because I had no idea what would happen if that bag released. It would be such a horrible sensation having those small pieces scattered all over place. I heard a cricket noise, however it was my alarm clock ringing. I took it out from my pocket fast and turned off the alarm. Otherwise, I would get in trouble. Suddenly, I could see the phone through that blur and black room . For somehow my hand trembled as I punched the number into the phone because a male voice that had disturbed my sleep became pretty clear in my mind. In that moment I figured out that my uncle and I were not alone anymore as it was supposed to be, once my family had been out of town. All of a sudden, the kitchen lamp turned on. By that time, I indeed wished to be dreamming or even having a nightmare.
But unfortunately I was not, and while I was thinking what I should do, I heard noisy steps coming from the corridor. My heart did beat up. A shade crossed the hallway. The thoughts messed up my mind. I should do something in that moment, or I would be found unexpectedly. On the other hand, it could be my unique chance to scape in scot free way. I had no time to keep thinking of anything. I just ran away without looking behind. In my confused mind many hyphoteses came out, such as "if the invader killed my uncle? Should I stay and fight against him? Maybe, if somebody else could help us out, calling 911!" OMG, what should I do?" I ran outside in order to look for help. Then I paid attention to a little green door next to the gateway. I just touched it. It opened without any effort. I saw a guy lying on the floor. His eyes were closed and there was a letter in his hand. Carefully, I took it from his hand, opened it up and read the following note. "Hey, it's time to wake up! Hurry up because there is a bomb in your backpack. In few minutes it will b..... BUMMMM."
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