RaquelVarela

2008-10-02T15:14:00.001-07:00

Thank you to the following authors which had written for this blog:
GABRIELA VERONICA MORANDEIRA PAREJO
LIGIA BALFAGÓN ALBALADEJO
ASUNCIÓN LÓPEZ DE LAS HAZAS PARRÓN
ARACELI RUIZ PÉREZ
ALICIA MARTIN RODRIGUEZ
MARTA MORAL ALONSO
ASUNCIÓN LÓPEZ DE LAS HAZAS PARRÓN
SILVIA FERNANDEZ CASO
JORGE VES DIAZ
GABRIELA VERONICA MORANDEIRA PAREJO
MARIA DE LOS ANGELES GILABERT SANZ
ANA MARÍA VÁZQUEZ GÓMEZ
MARÍA ISABEL JUÁREZ RODRÍGUEZ
XIADA PULLEIRO SANMARTIN
GEMA CABALLERO MARQUEZ
CARMEN LOPEZ
Mª ANGELES JARA CUERVO
NATALIA LEOZ GALLEGO
ANGELA DE FATIMA TALLON SILVOSA
ANA MARÍA VÁZQUEZ GÓMEZ
SONIA DORADO MACARRO
OSCAR FERNANDEZ MARTINEZ
MARIA BELÉN ARBOLEYA ALVAREZ

Looking for artists

2008-09-29T04:02:00.000-07:00

If you are good at drawing or at taking pictures, you may send to me some illustrations (digitalized) for the stories you have written. I'll put everything together for all of us.
You're also welcome to write about the experience of writing. Have you got your own blog now?

Final version: With some corrections

2008-09-29T03:59:00.000-07:00

Rachel was tired after the flight. Michael sent a limousine to the airport to pick her up. She went straight to the hotel where her favourite room was waiting for her. She sat on the chaise lounge and dozed off, but not for long. A strange noise coming from the street made her get up and move towards the window to have a look outside. What she saw, she will never forget, she will never forget that moment. It was cold and the window panes were steamy, but she cleaned them off with her hands to see the scene better. Michael was lying on the ground. Beside him there was a woman, she was dressed as a stewardess and she had a pistol in her hand.
At that moment, Rachel thought: Who is this woman? Do I know her? She was a Rachel clone, but they hadn’t seen each other before. Why had Raquel’s parents always told her that she was the only child? Then, she remembered her last trip. She slept like a log and had a lot of bad dreams about an experiment with gene people. Could the nightmare be real or not? She couldn’t believe it! Who was that woman? Why did she do that?The strange woman got in a car. Rachel wrote down the registration number... What would she do? To call the police, contract a private detective..?Someone knocks the door of the room, she went and opened it and... Michael was there! She leaped on him.- Thank God! Everything had been a bad, bad dream.

Final version (with some corrections)

2008-09-29T03:52:00.000-07:00

She was alone, sitting on a bench crying in the train station. Her golden blond hair covered her face and her eyes were red and swollen. There she decided to change her life.
When the train arrived at the station, she got on the train to Paris. She had been born there, so she thought that it was a good city to begin again in. After two hours, she realized that she had made a stupid mistake. She had caught the wrong train. "Maybe it’s for the best", she thought, as a new and unknown place was waiting for her. She needed to start again and a city not linked to her past was the best option.

Buses and Trains - Bachelor Girl
The train moved at full speed while she looked at the landscape without seeing it. She was thinking about her life. She remembered the first time that she caught the wrong train, even in that case, the mistake was because of the company where she was working at that time. In this wrong trip she met Alfred. It was an express train, so she couldn’t get off until it arrived in Budapest. When she realized that she had the wrong train, she began to cry and that was when Alfred introduced himself, in an attempt to calm her down. He was so helpful and comprehensive that she felt better in a few minutes. And suddenly, she found herself laughing.

She remembered why she had decided to leave home and then she realized how lucky she was. She had won the lottery and all her "friends" wanted to take advantage of this money, for this reason she decided to go away and now she was free. She had her money and she could spend it whatever she wanted.
Alfred didn't know anything about her money, but he couldn't ever see a beautiful woman crying. Even though he didn't know what her trouble was, he decided to become her guide in Budapest. He told her about the mountains and the castles. He lived in one of them; she could live there if she wanted until she found a house. There were a lot of rooms in the castle and he lived only with his butler. But, would she rather live alone?
Oh, no! She thought it wasn't a good idea. She was in need of something different. Perhaps, it was a shared flat. It would be a new way to meet other people. Plus, she was looking for new experiences. She made a lot of money, but what is money without friends to enjoy life with? She always thought: When you die you leave all the money on Earth and you only carry with you the good moments with your loves ones.
She took the newspaper and looked for a new job she liked tourism a lot, and she thought that to be a tour guide must be wonderful. But she needed to study first. It's time to change my life. I'll look for a shared flat near university, and I will start to study. However, to rent a flat she had to find a job and decided to study at Uned. A few days later she rented a flat nearby the university and decided to study Tourism.

from Araceli, Silvia, Jorge, Ligia, Gabriela, Mª Ángeles, Ana, Isabel, Xiara and Gema

2007-11-23T01:49:00.000-08:00

Here you are! This is the collaborative story you are currently writing at the forum. I didn't correct the mistakes/errors, so you can keep on expressing yourselves freely. When the story is finished, we can review everything and produce a final "almost perfect" version. I really appreciate all the contributions and I encourage the rest of the students to participate. By the way, we need a title. Any ideas? You can leave here your suggestions and later we can vote for the most popular title.
Regards,
Raquel Varela
She was alone sat down and crying on a bench in the train station. Her blond and gold hair covered her face ... and her eyes were red and swollen. She there was decided to change her life.
When the train arrived at the station, she got on the train to Paris. She had born there, so she trank that it was a good city to began again. After two hours, she realized that she had made a stupid mistake. She had caught a wrong train.. "Maybe is for the best", she thought, as a new and unknown place was waiting for her. She needed to start again and a city not linked to her past was the best option.
The train avanced at full speed while she looked at the landscape without see it. She was thinking about her life. She remembered the first time that she caught a wrong train, even in that case, the mistake was the company...where she was working at that time. In this wrong trip she met Alfred. The train was a express one, so she couldn´ti get off until it arrived at Budapest. When she realized that, she began to cry and then was when Alfred introduce himself, in an attempt to calm her down. He ws so helpfull and comprehensive that she fell better a few minutes ago. And suddenly, she found herself laughing.
She remembered why she had decided to leave home and then she realize how lucky she was. She had won the lottery and all her "friends" wanted to take advantage of this money, for this reason she decided went away and now she was free. She had her money and she could spend it whatever she wants.
Alfred didn't know anything about her money, but he never couldn't see a beautiful woman crying. Even he didn't know what's her trouble, he decided to became...her guide in Budapest. He told her about the mountains and the castles. He lives in one of them, she could live there if she wanted until she found a house. There were a lot of rooms in the castle and he lived only with his buttler... But, would she like to live alone?
Oh! no! She thought it wasn't a good idea. She was in need of something different. Perhaps, a shared flat. It would be a new way to meet other people. Because, she was looking for further experiences. She made a lot of money, but... What is the money without friends for enyoing the life? She always thought: When you die you leave all the money on the Earth and you only carry the good moments with your loves ones.
... She took the newspaper and looked for a new job.... she likes tourism a lot , and she thinks that be a tour guide must be wonderful. But she needs to study first. It's time to change my life. I'll look for a shared flat nerby the faculty , and I will start to study...but to rent a flat she must to find a job and decided to study at Uned....a few days later she rented a flat nearby the faculty and decided to makes the inscription to study Tourism....

From Marta Moral, Silvia Fernández...

2007-11-15T19:42:00.000-08:00

The former story is about to finish (by the 12 Dec. 07 you have to write the end).

Let's write another story all together. Look at the picture and imagine what is going on.

Marta Moral and Silvia Fernández have broken the ice:

Rachel was tired after the flight. Michael send a limousine to the airport to pick her up. She went straight to the hotel where her favourite room was waiting for her. She sat on the chaiselong...

... and dozed off, but not for long. A strange noise coming from the street made her get up and move towards the window to have a look outside. What she saw, she will never forget...... that moment. It was cold and the window panes were steamy, but she cleaned it with her hands to see the scene better. Michael was lying on the ground. Beside him there was a woman (she was wearing as a stewardess)and he had a pistol in her hand. In this moment, Rachel thought: Who is this woman? Do I know she? ...