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terça-feira, 25 de novembro de 2014

A História Revoltante de Cinderela

          Bem... vocês provavelmente me conhecem, mas não sabem a minha história, minha maldita história. Eu vou contar a vocês minha história real. Como todos vocês devem saber, meu pai morreu e eu estou morando com as minhas meio-irmãs e minha maldita madrasta. Vocês também sabem que elas (vocês podem chamá-las de "vadias") são muito más e eu sou a pobre e ingênua garota que trabalha como faxineira para elas. Então, deixem-me contar o que é diferente...
           Através da história, há uma fada madrinha que faz algumas coisas se transformarem em outras coisas com mágica, como uma abóbora em uma carruagem. Até agora tudo ótimo, mas hmm, vocês não acham que ela faria algo de graça, certo? Vocês acham? Ora, ora, contos de fada estão sempre enganando vocês. Por quanto tempo, senhor?! Então, basicamente, ela faz as coisas de graça, mas vocês já ouviram que deveriam sempre suspeitar quando algo é muito fácil de conseguir ou alguém está dando-lhes sem pedir nada em troca? Se vocês não ouviram, comecem a pensar sobre isso.
           Enfim, há um príncipe, certo? Todos os contos de fada trazem um príncipe... bleh, eu não posso acreditar quão estúpidos os príncipes podem ser. Além disso, eu sequer sei o que acontece na cabeça das princesas para se apaixonarem por eles. Eu acho que é por causa de dinheiro, claro. Desculpem, eu estou destruindo a sua infância, mas essa é a verdade.
          Bem, eu não sou como aquelas princesas, porque todas elas (ou a maioria delas) tiveram uma vida boa comparada com a minha. Elas foram amaldiçoadas? Sério? Como dormir para sempre ou algo do tipo? Humm, nada comparado com a minha maldição! Eu não precisei de magia ou feitiçaria para ser amaldiçoada. Eu preferiria dormir por mil anos ou casar com uma fera a ficar acordada todo dia e noite limpando a casa, o porão, e até partes da casa que eu nem conhecia! Estes são os motivos pelos quais eu estou com tanta raiva da minha vida triste e da vida boa que as outras princesas têm.
           Então, eu acho que vocês pensam que a minha vida mudou depois que a fada madrinha veio. VOCÊS ESTÃO TOTALMENTE ERRADOS! Eu serei bem breve: ela era maravilhosa quando veio até mim, ela me prometeu uma vida melhor... bem, havia um príncipe nos planos dela, eu não me importei, mas era de graça e eu não podia reclamar disso, certo? Bem, ela me deixou bem animada e eu tive que ir para o baile que o rei estava organizando. Ela disse que eu era a mulher mais linda do salão do baile e eu acreditei nela. Mas, uau, eu não sei como ela sucedeu para parecer tão bela, e Ó MEU DEUS, ela me fez dizer coisas que, EU NÃO SEI COMO, mas eu disse para o príncipe sobre ela, coisas que me deixaram bem confusa. Tais como quão bela ela era, ou talvez, a mais bela do mundo todo. Bem, ele era fofa, de fato, mas ela parecia um pouco velha, eu não estou tentando desrespeitar ninguém, mas qual príncipe quer uma mulher velha? Mas acreditem ou não, ELA ERA BONITA, eu estava de boca aberta. Mas isso passou. Agora eu estou frustrada e com muita raiva!! Atualmente, o príncipe vive sob um feitiço que o faz amá-la e fazer tudo o que ela quer! Estúpido...
           Eu acho que vocês querem saber o que aconteceu com a minha madrasta e minhas meio-irmãs. Bem... Eu fugi de lá. Há rumores de que elas estão vivendo muito bem. E que inferno, minha madrasta casou com o rei. Ó Deus, vocês querem saber o que aconteceu comigo? Sério? Preparem-se porque não é o que vocês estavam esperando. Eu estou vivendo na floresta e a única coisa que me faz feliz é que meus amigos camundongos estão sempre comigo. E adivinhem? Eu estou morando com Tarzan e Jane!!! Eles são bem legais e gentis conosco.
          Então, desculpem-me se eu arruinei o que vocês pensavam sobre contos de fadas, príncipes, princesas e fadas-madrinha. Bem, por trás de toda história, há uma mentira, certo? E, uau, que mentira minha história é, uh?

Esta fan fiction foi escrita por um dos meus alunos, Iury Sonho,
como forma de avaliar o uso da língua para expressar
os seus sentimentos de uma maneira criativa.


quarta-feira, 12 de novembro de 2014

Cinderella’s Revolting Story

          Well... you probably know me, but you don’t know my story, my damn story. I’m gonna tell you my real story. As all of you may know, my dad has died and I’m living with my two half-sisters and my damn witch stepmother. You also know that they (you can call them “bitches”) are too evil and I am the poor and naive girl who works as a house cleaner for them. So, let me tell what is different...
            Throughout the story, there is a fairy godmother who makes some things turn into other things with magic, like a pumpkin into a carriage. So far so great, but hmm, you don’t think that she would do anything for free, right? Oh, do you? Well, well, fairy tales are always tricking you. How long, Gosh?! So, basically, she does things for free, but have you ever heard that you should always be suspicious when something is too easy to get or someone is giving it to you without asking anything back? If you haven’t, start to think about it.
            Anyway, there is a prince, right? All of the fairy tales bring a prince... bleh, I can’t believe how stupid princes can be. Moreover, I don’t even know what happens in the princesses’ mind to fall in love with them. I think it’s because of the money, of course. Sorry, I’m destroying your childhood, but this is the truth.
            Well, I’m not like those princesses, because they all (or most of them) had a good life compared to mine. Were they cursed? Really? Like sleeping forever or something like that? Hmm, nothing compared to my curse! I didn’t need magic or witchcraft to be cursed. I’d rather sleep for a thousand years or marry a beast than staying up all day and night cleaning the house, the basement, and even parts of the house that I didn’t know! These are the reasons why I’m so angry at my sad life and the good life that the other princesses have got.
            So, I guess you think that my life has changed after my fairy godmother came. YOU ARE TOTALLY WRONG! I’ll be very brief: she was wonderful when she came over, she promised me a better life... well, there was a prince in her plans, I didn’t really care but it was free and I couldn’t complain about it, right? Alright, she made me very excited and I had to go to the ball that the king was organising. She said that I was the most beautiful lady in the ballroom and I believed her. But wow, I don’t know how she managed to look so pretty, and OH MY GOD, she made me say things that I DON’T KNOW HOW but I said to the prince about her, things that leave me really confused. Such as how pretty she was, or perhaps, the prettiest lady in the whole world. Well, she was cute indeed, but she seemed a little old, I’m not trying to disrespect anyone, but which prince wants an old woman? But believe me or not, SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL, I was open-mouthed. But that has passed. Now I’m frustrated and too angry!! Nowadays, the prince lives under a spell that makes him love her and do everything she wants to! Stupid...
          I guess you want to know what happened to my stepmother and my two half-sisters. Well... I ran away from there. There are rumours that they are living very well. And what the hell, my stepmother married the king. Oh Gosh, do you want to know what happened to me? Really? Get prepared because it’s not what you were expecting. I’m living in the forest and the only thing that makes me happy is that my mice friends are always with me. And guess what?! I’m living with Tarzan and Jane!!! They are very nice and kind with us. 
          So, I’m sorry if I ruined what you thought about fairy tales, princes, princesses and fairy godmothers. Well, behind every story, there is a lie, right? And, wow, what a lie my story is, yeah?!

This fan fiction was written by one of my students, Iury Sonho,
as a way to evaluate the use of the English language
to express his feelings in a creative way.

sexta-feira, 31 de outubro de 2014

A Fallen Angel

Well... First of all, I’m the narrator and you shall never know who I am, you don't need to see my outside to know in deep what I am from the inside. I'm going to tell you a story about an angel, a fallen one, to be specific. Don't you worry, he's fallen but he's not mean at all! You must be wondering "why is he fallen if he isn't a bad angel?" and now you must comprehend that intense love can also take you away from your path and it isn’t a bad thing. From the beginning:
Miguel wasn’t very tall, actually, pretty short... Tiny eyes, his skin tone was gold and bright as the colour of his eyes, he would be an ordinary angel, if he didn’t have those beautiful and big wings that could take him anywhere he wanted to. But the most important thing about him is that, besides the beauty, he was usually concentrated in something good, he was always trying to find his love, he didn't want something or someone to call his, he wanted something or someone to fill his empty and good heart and that is when the story begins…
It was a normal day in his life, he was flying around and meeting new people until the moment he saw a pretty girl, but she wasn’t like the others that he had ever seen, those red cheeks and those eyes got him as easily as stealing a child’s candy. He couldn’t let her go without talking to her, he tried to approach several times, but the girl didn’t notice the angel and that made Miguel realise that the girl wasn’t okay, that she wasn’t protected, she needed his attention.
He followed her for fifteen days in a row and he found out that she has always been putting herself in troubles and that she had a secret place, a random place with trees and sand; he also found a way to contact her: he left a part of his feather every day that she was there, but he knew that, by doing that, he would lose his life as an angel and he would become a human and that was what happened. His fall was so big that he also lost his powers, therefore he was a fallen angel without any power, he could be seen but couldn’t be felt… Then, he was the one who needed someone to help him; the girl, for the first time, felt his presence and helped him.
Thus, he learned a lesson with her, he’s never needed a love to see him, he has always needed someone to feel his presence.

This short story was written by one of my students, Rebeca Bivar,
as a way to evaluate the use of the English language
to express her feelings in a creative way.

sábado, 25 de outubro de 2014

Clare

Clare is an intriguing girl who I met during one of my trips around the world; she has dizzying eyes which have mesmerized me since the first time I saw her. Maybe she is ten or eleven… I am not sure about her age, but I can say that she does not seem to be only that age. She has an unbelievable wisdom and knowledge that make her soul a hundred years more experienced. She has a white skin,  long black hair and a curious smile that is always on her face.
I met her when I was coming back to my hotel after a walk at Youghal beach, in Ireland. She was sitting at a small square playing with one of her dolls and suddenly she stood up and started staring at me with a curious expression.
- Hey little, what are you doing here? – She asked me. I was surprised with that attitude and it took me a few seconds to respond.
-Oh, little? – I smiled -  I’m coming back to my hotel!
- No, you don’t understand my question, what are you doing here? –She repeated with a smile.
- Little, what do you mean by this? – At that moment, I was very confused.
-You know, I'm sure. I'm wondering why you have travelled so far to find something that you can find within yourself – She looked at me quietly and gestured at me to sit by her side.
-What I’m looking for? – She continued to play with her doll. After a long time in silence, she stared at me again with those eyes that mesmerized me and answered quietly.
- I felt some emptiness inside you since the first day you arrived in this town. I tried to figure out why. I couldn't see anything but a lonely soul looking for a place to be in peace. Actually, before I saw you, I felt that I was committed to show you a way to find this peace. – She picked up some sand, smiled once again and threw the sand in a small pond. – Come see the magic, little! - I got up quickly and got down on my knees next to Clare. – Do you see the magic?
- Sorry, but I can’t see anything unless water and sand.
-That’s your problem, you’re always looking for peace, but you don’t understand that peace is in everything that can be in harmony with nature. See… - She repeated what she had done before. – Look through the water, even with the unexpected visit of the sand grains, after some time, it manages to suit its calm rhythm again. It's all about acceptance, the water is in peace because it accepts whatever comes, good or bad. When it accepts, the intruders become part of its reflection. - I watched the water while she sobbed. When I looked at my side, the little girl had gone, leaving only her doll near the small mound of sand. After some time processing what had happened, I got the doll and saw that it was written: "belongs to Clare”...
Without a doubt, Clare was one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I’m saying this because in a few minutes she created inside me an outstanding feeling and she gave me the way to find my peace by myself. She brought me more than everything and somehow she taught me how to see the things with other eyes, maybe dizzying eyes…


This short story was written by one of my students, Maryna Viana,
as way to evaluate the use of  the English language
to express her feelings in a creative way.