OIS short stories and poems

This month, various OIS talented young writers truly showed their potential. As such it was impossible to choose just one. Carolina Torres and Sofia Adelino's writings were outstanding. Their stories/poems can be found below.

If you want to see your poem or short story on next month’s edition send it via email to:

isadora.gramicelli@student.oeirasinternationalschool.com by the 15th of January.

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Unearth

Oscillate over the earth

Lingering and run from the flare

Slowly drifting and back to dirt

Until we are no longer there

Transparent

Until we summon rebirth, despair

You see the suffering below, aware

Crash, clash, a flash, we dash

Underground and below the surface

Crash, clash, through ash we slowly sob

Absent

Caught in your never-ending furnace

Can you see us

Can you feel us

Do you enjoy the show?

As you make us walk through blizzards and snow

Then burn underneath the wrath, you know

Can you save us like you drove us to our doom?

Can you find us like you made us lose ourselves?

Unearth us

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Mother Nature

poem by Sofia Adelino

Stop.

Can you hear that?

It is mother nature calling us.

She and all animals that roamed the earth long before us.

Let's take a journey with our imagination bubble,

So we can hear not only humans speaking, but animals and earth too.

Hi, I am mother nature,

I am stronger, heavier, fiercer than you,

Yet I am captured by you.

You use me as entertainment. Why?

I should be out in my natural habitat,

instead, I am in a cage,

like a parrot in a cage,

although I am not a parrot,

so, who am I?

Hi, I am a gorilla in a zoo, captured, restrained.

Hmm, excuse me!

Hi, I am a confused car.

People blame me for polluting the earth,

But I did not build myself.

You see...

Sure, I pollute.

But I was made like that.

I am sorry, I really am,

I am sorry for the action's you humans took,

but, you should be the ones apologizing,

Why do you need me, a car, to do it for you?

Hi, I am mother nature,

Should I say hello?

I do not know.

I am your home,

I provide for humans,

I care for you.

Should I continue?

Nothing or anyone has ever done more for you than I have.

Yet, you keep destroying me,

slowly tearing me down.

But I still care for you.

Should I continue?

Hi, I am covid-19,

As you know I travel around the world and make people sick.

The people who wear masks are the hardest for me to catch.

So, coming from me, I say do not protect yourselves,

Because... boy, am I coming for you?!

Maybe I am Mother Nature’s vengeance.

So how did you like the journey? Cool right?!

And, by the way, enjoy your day.

-Mother Nature

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The bridge (Chapter 1 – red rose petals)

by Carolina Torres

Pale dancing trees swishing through the bare frigid air, this winter evening I was walking my best friend, Bailey. Her nose was glistening with the reflection of the grey clouds that surrounded the skies of Beddgelert. As we walked through the stony pavement, we glanced at Bailey's favorite sight, riverside Cottage. The river was rushing through the gritty surface, creating a sound just like when rain drizzles down the sky and falls down into the hard brown roof tiles.

I love rain. It calms me down and help me concentrate. The rain droplets are million tiny glowing diamonds falling out from the mesmerizing sky. Rain are just like my thoughts, they come rushing in into my brain but soon they evaporate leaving puddles of my past ideas. I love painting rain and drawing each water droplet with their distinctive style capturing their uniqueness. I don’t understand why people find rain irritating; my opinion is that rain is the best thing that god ever gave us. Nevertheless, I am different from everyone else. I am not able to focus on my unnecessary tasks and that is why I love painting, it helps me relax and focus on one specific thing.

My name is Nelson Aker, I am 16 years old and I have painted all different types of art and some were even sold for art museums! I find art fascinating; it is incredible how we are able to capture moments in a single sheet of paper. Art is what helped me realize how there are many breath-taking things in the world. Every time me and mom go travelling, I always take my sketchbook to see what I can capture and remember for the rest of my life.

As we walked by, I was able to picture that mysterious landscape in my mind so that soon, I could arrive home and paint it. Mom doesn’t like when I walk around Riverside cottage with Bailey, she finds it too dangerous. There have already been two murders here, however I think it is a myth created by the owner of the house down the river so that no one comes near his home. Mr. Laverne is a crabby old-fashioned man that lives in the bewildering house down the river across the bridge. His house looks abandoned, with thousands of invading vines crawling from the ground until the rooftops of that daunting stone residence.

As we slowly observed the interesting view, I started smelling something rotten, as if there were millions of dead bodies below us. I sniffed through the moist air for a few seconds to immediately realize that this distinctive smell was coming from underneath us. Bailey slowly started growling as wind swished in between my legs and created a hissing sound next to my ear. All of a sudden Bailey started dragging me closer and closer to the edge bridge. I started noticing dry red stains all around the bridge, as if I was in a wedding, having the bridesmaid throwing the bright red rose petal all over the floor. Instantaneously I noticed a thick brown rope, that was tied to the bottom on one of the corrode metal bars from the fence. As I peeked over the edge of the bridge, I slowly realized that I had just seen black hair strands rising out from a pale and scaly head, and I couldn’t believe what I had just seen.

As I investigated more, I went to see who it was but abruptly I started feeling unbalanced and so I put my hands that were covered with my favorite black and purple polka dot gloves on the chilly fence. As I leaned over to observe more about that mysterious figure, I heard a distant voice calling for me and I immediately knew it was my mom, telling me to head back home. Just before going back I decided to go and take a last look at that unknown human and then a shock came rushing through my body reaching the tips of my fingers, I had recognized who it was.