The time has come for us to announce the finalists of the 8th edition of our Mini Saga Contest! We've had dozens of submissions and have carefully read and marked them all until we reached 15 semi-finalists. Thank you to everyone who entered; we have really enjoyed reading your stories!
Help us choose the 7
finalists by reading the 15 mini sagas below and voting for your favourite
story here. Public voting will be enabled until April 15th.The jury, who will
be composed of members from the teaching staff of the English department, will
judge the 7 stories that receive the highest number of votes and award 3 prizes
based on their originality and linguistic quality. Winners will be announced on
April 23rd.
Asking for Help to Write a
Mini Saga
This time, you must write a
dialogue.
“Mirror mirror on the wall,
who is the fairest one of all?”
“Her whose foot the glass
slipper would fit”.
“Goodness, what a big mouth
you have!”
“Off with their heads!” said
the Queen.
Who the fuck said that Chat
GPT was intelligent?
A Scene of War
The helicopters, vigilant,
circle the area time and again. On the ground, the blasts follow one after the other, faster and
faster. The earth trembles with the explosions. Relentlessly, the noise intensifies; the people’s
shouts can no longer be heard. Smoke fills the place. It’s the mascletà in the
Fallas.
Carroll’s Playing Card
They should have listened;
they never listen. Alice was everybody’s favourite. The pleasant, well mannered
and sensible blonde girl. The unbearable girl, I’d say! This time my husband
will not be able to prevent it, this time they will have no option but to
indulge me. Off with their heads!
Case Closed
The mystery was almost
solved. The bait was set up. The cameras were hidden, ready to film. “Tomorrow,
we will reveal the identity of that elusive criminal mastermind”. I went to bed
with a huge smile, which vanished when I started watching the tapes and saw
myself committing the crime.
Get off on the wrong foot
A famous chiropodist. Happy
at work. All the morning up and down the hospital with a cracking noise at
every step. His feet started hurting, then his legs and eventually his hips.
Worried, he wondered “what can this be?”. When he got home he got off shoes
that were mismatched!
Just my luck!
I’d gotten her number at
last! I couldn’t stop looking at her, so gorgeous she was…After a couple of
gins, I approached immediately. Before we said bye, she’d written it on my
hand. I didn’t know whether to call her or wait. I dialed and heard: “sorry, wrong
number”
How to Write a Mini Saga in
Less than Three Minutes
She’d been encouraged to
participate in a mini saga contest. Remaining time for submissions: three minutes. No stories came to
her. No inspiration. Only two minutes left. Nerves. Her reputation was at stake. Panic! Suddenly, she found her way.
Indeed, just two words were enough. Just an acronym: AI. Done!
Long-term relationship
I used to be obsessed with
you
Dreamt about us all time
Now, you’re not my kind
Gotta get rid of you
First ‘twas happiness,
delight
But after few years of joy
Your demands rose too high
I’m nothing but a toy
Stuck in this mortgage
That only bankers enjoy.
May the fog be with you
Like a snake through the
city it crawls,
Scales entangled in the
corners
Conquering every inch of the
walls.
Misty people wandering like
mourners,
Foggy ghosts returning home
Walking as robotic
performers.
Under the shadows of the
stone,
Wrapped in sherds of fog,
A bell rings: “You are not
alone”.
Pain over pain
All alone in the woods,
before dawn. A sudden sharp pain announced that her baby was about to be born.
Paloma could smell in the air that something was going wrong. Feverishly, she
tried to gore a lurking shadow behind her but she failed to do so. The wolf
won.
Run like clockwork
Desperate, she opened that
website to check the date once again. The clock was only a few seconds from
striking midnight. She waited, terrified of her own predetermined destiny.
Midnight. She felt relieved: she was still alive, safe and sound. Suddenly, she
realized she wasn’t alone in her bedroom anymore.
The Cohesion Family
-‘I hate when Reference uses
Anaphora and Cataphora for the fun of it!’ said Substitution.
-‘How dare you! It’s you
who’s always replacing nouns!’ replied Ellipsis.
-‘At least, I don’t make them
disappear altogether!’ Substitution shouted.
-‘Help me, guys! They want to
delete me ‘cause I don’t collocate!’ yelled Lexicon.
The Silence Conspiracy
The time had come when the
poison of collective silence started killing me. I could find no antidote or
vaccine; I could not move forward and avoid responsibility. Each attempt was
like a huge burden on my back, impossible to shuffle off… May anything be felt
more acutely than injustice?
The Worst Nightmare
When the plague began, just
some species were infected and withered. Pests, they concluded, and so assumed, as they always
did, that pesticides would solve it. But after only a very few years, all kinds of trees were dying.
Forests succumbed, jungles disappeared. And they didn’t have a planet B.
Waiting for My Beloved
Every morning it's same old,
same old. A promising smile, a door that closes and my heart starting to ache.
Another gloomy day without her. Time goes by sleeping on the sofa and standing
up just to drink. Suddenly, my beloved’s voice wakes me up: “Time for a walk,
Toby!”.
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