Due to low participation in the ultimate challenge of micros, convened in March and has been extended until 1 May (midnight GMT), the date to contribute. Enough to do so, a member of our forum-literary-nuncajamas.com www.abracadabra and hang on the thread open for this purpose, the post directly to the mic with you please participate. Conditions of this call:
- SUBJECT: The Circus.
- Maximum length: 200 words .
then I leave you my story, to see if the bug bites you and you urge become members of our literary community and also taking part in this and other challenges. You are on time. Courage! ___________________________________________________________
Circus of Dreams
Lucrecia was not always his name. Often the memory of that afternoon's sold-out under the tent, we returned the mixture of feelings: pride, joy, excitement, nervousness and pain after ... pain ever felt before. Still remembered the screams of terror among peers and spectators, and the hasty careers. Semiconscious thought he had seen the young clowns crying her eyes out (something unthinkable in number), but above all I felt the searing pain that was literally split in two. Months later he learned that local authorities had closed the Circus of Dreams.
first his face looked in the mirror: the crying had drawn new ground in its makeup and skin laid bare not only wrinkles but male cheekbones and chin, then stroked his stumps and then left the dressing room in his wheelchair mounted wheels.
that distant day the box trick had failed, but the loss de sus miembros ayudó al entonces, Antonio, a descubrir su auténtica y femenina identidad.
first his face looked in the mirror: the crying had drawn new ground in its makeup and skin laid bare not only wrinkles but male cheekbones and chin, then stroked his stumps and then left the dressing room in his wheelchair mounted wheels.
that distant day the box trick had failed, but the loss de sus miembros ayudó al entonces, Antonio, a descubrir su auténtica y femenina identidad.
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