8th Mini Saga Contest: Voting now open

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!”.

7th Mini Saga Contest Results

 We are delighted to announce the winners of the 7th Mini Saga Contest of the EOI de Santiago de Compostela.

A panel of teachers from the English department has chosen 3 stories from the 7 finalists and has awarded 3 prizes:

"A Second Chance" by Elena Rodríguez

"Mutual Surveillance" by Julia García

"Only a Breath Away" by Ramiro Cascallana

Thanks to all the participants for their amazing stories and special thanks to all the students and teachers who have voted for the favourite!

Looking forward to the 8th edition next year! Happy holidays!!

7th Mini Saga Contest: Voting now open

 The time has come for us to announce the finalists of the 7th 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 December 9th.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 December 16th.

 A second chance

Mildred and Ruppert had been married for thirty years. Their passion didn’t last long. At first they cared for each other but over the time they avoided spending time together. Big little lies started; they eventually joined Tinder. A blind date. Ruppert was so excited.

- What the heck! It's Mildred!!!

A sorry ending

It’s finally over. And it had been intense, oh dear! Intense, indeed! He would never forget it even when it had lasted just for a few days. But what an experience! Every word, every feeling. Oh yes, every page!, he thought as he closed the book for the last time.

Bus to nowhere

He wanted to escape. He packed his suitcase, slammed the door, and took the first bus to nowhere. The destination didn´t matter. He would never go back. Never! But an hour later he was again in front of his house. Without realizing it, he had taken the circle route bus.

Fireworks?

People in the street and lights in the sky. The little girl was looking through the window. She didn't like the deafening noises she could hear. Her father appeared: ''Are you afraid? Don't worry honey, they are just fireworks. Come on, it's time to go to bed''. Ukraine, February 2022

Love Actually

Ana spent her life loving a man who loved another woman that didn’t love him back, but fancied some other to whom she never professed her feelings, thank goodness, because he was enamoured of a green-eyed man who liked to roll in the hay with Ana every now and then.

Mutual surveillance

I’m peeping out through the hole. It looks like she’s sleeping, but I truly know she never lowers her guard. She’s always on alert. If only it would stop raining, I could have a chance to seek food. Oh no, she’s doing it again… I can’t stand her dreary purr.

Only a breath away

Only a breath, that's all I need to take your will down.

Like I did many times before.

To make you lay with me in bed.

A couple of days, or even more.

We’ll feel the heat,

We’ll lose the sense of time.

Because I’m the FLU and you’re mine.

Only once a year

I can´t fall asleep. I’m too nervous. I keep tossing and turning. My dog Otto’s by my side. He can´t sleep either. Tomorrow is the day. Only once a year. Such a big smile on my face…Otto’s smiling too.

8:00am. Beeeeeeeep. “The Three Kings have been here”, mum yells excitedly.

Perfectly Alone

Cameron is the type of guy that exudes confidence effortlessly, as if he was born with

it. He’s extremely handsome, very popular online, with piercing green eyes and a ripped body that he’s proud to show off. Cameron lives with his blind dog and never had a relationship. Bless Cameron.

Someone pulled the trigger

I remained motionless on a cold morning. It was too early and still dark. There was no escape. I found myself surrounded by men with eager eyes. I could just hear a low voice far away. After that, only silence. Suddenly, a shot was fired! The marathon had just started.

Stop!

I get up early,

commute quickly

and work hard.

I have lunch on the go,

look after my kids,

and run some errands.

I do the housework,

answer the emails

and study a lot.

Utterly exhausted,

I end up the day,

closing my eyes and

making new and backbreaking plans.

Strategic move

Beads of sweat trickled down the rider's forehead: one false step and all the effort would be wasted. Many had fallen and hardly anyone was left in the rear, but just as he was about to give up, the white knight moved to d6 and the victorious player shouted: checkmate!

Too late to wake me up

It’s really nice to see family and friends altogether again. My graduation ceremony was the very last time we met and since then, cousin Luna has grown a lot. They all look so close right now. What a shame that I’m inside a coffin and I cannot kiss them all.

Ulterior motives

With death ever-present, she embarked on an ocean-crossing expedition with the sole purpose of keeping the lethal virus alive and managing to inoculate most of mankind. Her vials, some little orphans.

The human chain that carried the life-saving fluid was vital to spreading the smallpox vaccination. Isabel Zendal's priceless legacy.

When Weather meets Time

Somewhere by the ocean.

9 am, 14ºC, soft rain.

Perfect conditions for them to meet: medium, moderate and calm.

Weather was changeable, temperamental, lively, 4 months pregnant.

Time was apparently monotonous, trustable, experienced, wise.

They were meant for each other. …

When the baby was born, they named him Sea-son.

6th Mini Saga Contest Results

 We are delighted to announce the winners of the 6th Mini Saga Contest of the EOI de Santiago de Compostela.

A panel of teachers from the English department has selected 3 mini sagas from the 7 finalists and awarded 3 prizes:

"A Natural Death" by Olalla Manteiga

"Harriet's Regret" by Óscar Villan

"It's Too Late To Apologize" by Francisco Javier Noya

Thanks to all the participants for their amazing stories and special thanks to all the students and teachers who have voted for helping make this contest a success!

Looking forward to its 7th edition next year!

6th Mini Saga Contest: Voting Now Open

The semi-finalists of the 6th Mini Saga Contest have already been chosen. Thanks to all the participants for their great stories!

 Please, read the 15 mini sagas below and vote for your favourite story here. Public voting will be enabled until February 4th.The 7 stories that receive the highest number of votes will be considered by a jury of teachers from the English department, who will choose the 3 winners based on the originality and linguistic quality of the stories. Winners will be announced on February 11th, 2022.

A Natural Death

There she was, standing at her grave on a cold, winter night, shivering above her corpse. She had tried to keep her alive, but now she was grieving her loss in silence. Alone, in the gloomy backyard, she muttered: Oh dear, if only I could water you one last time! 

As Simple as That!

And there she was, sitting silently on a rickety armchair, waiting for a convincing explanation. Unfortunately, there was none. Just excuses. As I started to mumble some nonsense about feeling lost, she looked me in the eye and said: “Mum, you'd better shape up because we need an adult here”.

Better Than Ever

Being a teenager, I had me time and I felt healthy. However, I was hard up. In my forties, I was healthy and wealthy, but short of time. Now, as an elderly gentleman, I have money and time on my hands. And with LIVEFOREVER™ pills I feel healthier than ever!

 Coffee break

We were having a coffee, as always, speaking about our lives. Suddenly, a window was broken. My partner ran to the adjoining room with a knife and I caught the phone to call the police. As he opened the door, a pigeon flew inside the corridor with an injured wing.

Countdown

On Tuesday at midnight the telephone rang. Unknown number. "Hello?" "4, 3, 2, 1." Weird.

On Wednesday, once again, "Hello?" "3, 2, 1." Bit creepy.

On Thursday, "Hello?" "2, 1." Very creepy.

On Friday, "Hello?" "1." Maybe call the police?

On Saturday, with shaking hands and voice, "Hello?" "Happy birthday!!"

Harriet's Regret

- Harriet.

- Mh?

- Can I ask you something?

- Yes.

- Would... would you marry me?

- [Sigh]

- What?

- C'mon, Otto...

- What!?

- Please, don't start again.

- Why? What's the matter?

- Stop it. I'm trying to read.

- Harriet. Can I ask you...?

- Oh, such an annoying cockatoo you are! I should have adopted a budgerigar!

It’s Too Late to Apologize

Being late was part of his nature. What a great pleasure it was to picture others awaiting his arrival, as if he were a conqueror, a king, the hero of the day. On his wedding day, it was him who had to wait for a bride that never turned up.

“Positive” Mood

I was there, but nobody could see me. They were partying, everybody was having a great time. So was I, even if they didn´t notice... He kissed a girl on the cheek... great! Tomorrow I will meet her family! “Come On, Vaccine, tame me If you Dare! Lots of kisses!”

Renaissance of Freedom

Dressed in black, with sunglasses covering her blows, Veronica went out to smoke a cigarette. She was not weeping with the grief of losing her husband, but with the impetus of a newborn baby. The bastard who had wronged her was dead and she had finally risen from her ashes.

The Arrival of the Saviour

The knight was young and handsome. He arrived in town and people explained to him the horror and fear they felt. The village must give a child tomorrow to the dragon. The courageous knight went to the cave where the dragon was, and died burned before he raised his sword.

The Final Countdown

Tick, tock... The deadline is about to arrive. The countdown has started. My brain’s about to explode, my hands are sweating, my heart is beating stronger. Too many requirements, too little time, no ideas at all. Come on, a mini-saga contest? I won’t get to write one. I give up.

 Time Is Going By

Yesterday, I turned fifty. I recognize that a week ago I was worried. Many people say that this age is a turning point in life. Today, I looked through the window; the sun was shining in the blue sky and tomorrow again. Don ́t worry, you are simply a day older.

Two Hours, Twice a week

Fearful, confident, tired,  fresh, lost, proud...So many feelings in such a short time! Is it really neccesary? You always say the same when things are WORTHWHILE, don’t give up. True, I'm on the right track.

- The class is over, bye guys!

- Bye, teacher! See you next day!

What a Coincidence!

Yesterday I went to the bank to withdraw money. A large sum. Suddenly, a masked man pointed a gun at me and shouted “Give me the money!” I put it inside his muddied bag. It’s the same bag my neighbour was carrying when he gave me some flowers this morning!!

Why Am I a Feminist Today?

Fifty years ago my mother was a teacher, housewife and mother of two children, no checking account, car care or paperwork. Today I am a teacher, housewife, mother of two children, financial home adviser, car keeper and bureaucracy expert. Life has improved for women. And so it has for men.

6th Mini Saga Contest

 Can you imagine a story in exactly 50 words?

Participate in the 6th edition of the Mini Saga Contest of the EOI de Santiago de Compostela!

Participation terms:

• To enter, you must be a B2.2. or a C-level student enrolled in the EOI of Santiago de Compostela (Vite) or its satellite schools.
• Write your mini saga in exactly 50 words (plus a title up to 15 words).
• Send your text to biblioteca.sar@eoisantiago.org no later than January 14th, 2022. Make sure you include your full name and the name of your group.
• A maximum of 15 stories will be shorlisted and published here so that anyone can vote on their favourite mini saga. Public voting will be enabled until February 4th.
• The 7 stories that receive the highest number of votes will be considered by a jury of teachers from the English department, who will choose the 3 winners based on the originality and artistic quality of the stories.
• Winners will be announced on February 11th, 2022.
• EOI SANTIAGO retains the rights to publish your text online or in a printed compilation.

 Participation in this contest necessarily requires the unconditional acceptance of its terms.

5th Mini Saga Contest: Voting now open

The finalists of the 5th Mini Saga Contest have already been chosen. Thanks to all the participants for their great stories!

Please, read the mini sagas below and vote for your favourite story here. There will be three prizes and winners will be announced on February, 5.

 A Blind Date

She fell for that man on Tinder. They both used secret usernames and he seemed so enigmatic, mysterious, exciting, adventurous… everything she lacked in her life. They would meet in Cafe Iacobus that Saturday night, he would take a red rose. She wanted to die when she saw her husband.

 An Unexpected Request

The little girl hadn´t hardly slept. Suddenly, she jumped out of bed and ran downstairs quickly. When she reached the Christmas tree in the hall, there he was, delivering packets. Santa smiled and said: Precious, what do you want for Christmas? She stared at him seriously and answered: “Equal pay”.

It’s Happening!

I open my eyes. The sun’s shining. “Thank you for the sun”, I think. I go outside. “Thank you for the fresh air”, I mutter. I see your face. “Thank you for your smile”, I mumble. Today is the very first day without a face mask. The pandemic is over.

Leaving Paradise

Floating in warm water. No light, faint sounds. A distant echo of your voice. Eyes wide shut, feeling cosy. Suddenly, a bump! A tsunami pushes me upside down. Not feeling good. Your screams freak me out. A light at the end. Please keep me inside. Not ready for my birth!

 Making Up Her mind

She was meant to change her life drastically and enjoy the time she had left. That morning she quitted her wretched job. Then, she spent most of her savings booking that amazing trip. The next morning, she received a call. A terrible mistake had happened. Her biopsy results were ok.

 Nature’s Rebellion

Fruit no longer tasted the same. A slightly earthy metallic flavour gave way to a worse phenomenon: tiny red drops appeared on their surface; the bleeding was unstoppable once you bit them. Nobody dared to do it after the first attempt. Nature had decided not to feed humans any more.

Oddly enough, you popped by and I only had eyes for you

Aware that it might get out of hand, not only my shrewdness but also my shamefully admitted loneliness drove me on. “This candle will resuscitate your dead wife tonight”, said the scrawny and unkempt wizard. I am afraid I have always been single but who wouldn’t crave a blind date?

Planned Obsolescence

Just a few hours before he had been the center of attention. Cheerful children flitting around; adults capturing the moment with their smartphones. A pleasant smell was coming from the kitchen and everybody but him ran inside. The taste of a rotten carrot in his mouth. The sun on top.

So insane

They keep telling me that this relationship is unhealthy, that you are hurting me. This is insane. They urge me to leave you. But I am willing to pay the price in exchange for such great company, and above all, for the support you give me.

-"Here! Your tobacco"

-"Thanks!"

Stella Maris (IMO 7253021)

Since they got married, she had always packed his suitcase when he left for his job as a ship captain. Now, he was retired and very ill. “Please, pack my luggage. Tomorrow, I must go away” he said. She sat by him on the bed, held his hand and waited.

The Ballad of a Love-Hate Relationship

My smartphone is buzzing, there must be something going on. Is that my wife? Is that my boss? Is that my mother using hers wrong? I’ve got my degree and also my master and I’ve always paid my taxes. Why on earth is my life controlled by such small devices?

 The C2 exam

It´s gonna be alright. It´s gonna be OK. We are well trained, team. One course working hard on this. One year waiting for this moment. Now it’s the time to demonstrate your skills. Take a breath, relax, and go for it! Reading, writing, listening, speaking! Oh, and a mediation task!

The King of the Underworld

Hades could see the whole of the underworld. Faithful Cerberus by his side. He looked pensive, his eyes tinged with sadness. He always felt like that at this time of the day. He looked down and thought to himself: WI really wish they put more cheese in my cheese sandwich.

 The Story of My Beagle.

Born in a cage, I was predestined to hunt as my siblings. We are freed to train for that in a freezing winter. I am lost. Terrified. I hopelessly run. Noise, almost darkness. Iam hurt, bleeding. I see lights. A voice calls me. I stop; she hugs me. Thanks.

You Are My Sunshine

Winter, same old, same old. I wake up hoping to see you at the crack of dawn. I walk over the sea staring at the horizon, thinking of those warm drawn-out summery days with you. Emerged as if from a dream, you show up bashfully. Hiya! Here comes the sun!

4th Mini Saga Contest: Voting now open

The finalists of the 4th mini saga contest have already been chosen. Thanks to all the participants for their great stories! Please, read the stories below and vote for your favourite one here. There will be three prizes and winners will be announced on January, 24.

A nightmare lullaby

Hatred is what I feel when I hear that repetitive noise. A piercing song that destroys my dreams with its ruthless tune. My head is about to explode. An endless tick, worse than the worst of raps, an unbeatable drill. I curse you, dripping tap! You woke me up again!

Beware of knives

The kitten was injured. A wound on its paw after playing with a sharp knife. When Alba arrived in the kitchen the floor was covered in blood. She rushed to the vet and once there they tried to stop the hemorrhage. It was a tragedy. She was allergic to cats.

Cold Fall
I had been up there for too long. The desire to run away became unbearable. Like a wild instinct. It was frightfully high, but I decided to jump. And I fell. And I realized that I wasn't alone. We were hundred of thousands, innumerable snowflakes gently swinging into the void.

Don’t be water, my friend!

It is well known that water is life and you make it more alive if possible.

You, rather hot or cold, will be my dark mate forever. The one who wakes me up in the mornings and the same one who keeps me asleep some nights. I need you coffee.

Environmental awareness

Since a toddler, I was taught to put the right waste in the right bin.

The green bin for the glassy-eyed werewolves; hard nuts to crack! The blue bin: the right place to dump cardboard-faced witches.

The brown one? Still waiting for the zombies who have devoured my beloved Ariadne.

Hands up!

Overwhelming silence; we are wearing our gala uniforms, forming line, facing each other. No way to hide nor to escape. The instructions are spinning in my head. Hands up! Stay in line! My partner is my mirror; panic in his eyes... A bagpipe starts playing, the muiñeira dance show begins!

Hunter hunted

The lights were off, no noise in the surroundings. The house was empty, no guard dogs nor visible alarms. The man introduced the skeleton key into the lock and opened the door stealthily. The walls vibrated with a loud “Happy Birthday!”. “Bad day for a surprise party” thought the thief.

I will survive

For seven years you've been the one that never failed me. Whenever I felt insecure I only needed you to feel powerful. You know every single inch of my skin better than I do and now you are leaving me... You know what? Goodbye. Other jeans will fit me.

Love at first sight

I remember that warm summer evening facing the sea with the lulling sound of the waves and daylight progressively fading before the sun set. I almost went totally crazy when I saw you and felt the sensuous and ripe taste of your orange skin... You were such a delicious peach!

Making Things Clear

My boss is calling me. I go there immediately. The company´s going badly and he blames me for not being a diligent, open-minded employee. Knock! Knock! Come in! I take my six-shooter off my pocket and I just blow his brains out. Hey boss, now you see what open-minded means!

Out of sight, out of mind

Her eyes tracked down the darkness through her binoculars. Shifting from here to there, the volunteer glimpsed nothing but deep gloom. Ominous silence. Out of the blue, desperate eyes crossed her soul through the lens...128 aghast eyes gleaming in the murk, standing on a boat, drifting in the sea.

Paperback Writer

Jack has a terrible hangover. He crawls to his desk where he finds another chapter of his novel. He doesn´t remember writing anything. Puzzled, he orders a pizza, leaves the door open and falls asleep. The pizza boy comes, puts the box over a pile and sits at the desk.

The Awakening

I woke up this morning and I climbed the tree. I jumped high enough and I ventured into the clouds until the shore. I dived into the ocean and I slipped away. I crossed the wood and I reached those railings. I opened their door and eventually entered the kitchen...

The Murderer

No sooner had the witness entered the courtroom than he immediately recognised the murderer. He recognised his icy eyes and the same white hand that had shot the poor black boy. Just then, the murderer, hitting the wooden gavel, spoke and said: Order! Order!. Does the defense have any questions?

The Stealer of Stars

Always a dreamer. He had always said he’d be an astronaut. He’d go to the moon and pick one of the stars to prove he’d been there. Since yesterday, his room is darker than usual. The sky finally asked him to give it back. Now, nights are brighter than ever.

Participate in our 4th Mini Saga Contest

Can you imagine a story in 50 words?
Participate in the 4th Mini Saga Contest of the EOI de Santiago de Compostela!!

"Writing" by kartikeyp is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 2.0 

Participation terms:

• To enter, you must be a student at EOI Santiago de Compostela.
• Write your mini saga in exactly 50 words in English (plus a title up to 15 words).
• Send your text to the following email address: biblioteca.sar@eoisantiago.org no later than December 20th. Make sure you include your full name and the name of your group.
• A maximum of 15 stories will be shorlisted and published here so that you can vote for your favourite.
• Voting will be enabled until January 22nd and the winners will be announced on January 24th.
• In the case of a tie, a panel of teachers will take the final decision.
• EOI SANTIAGO retains the rights to publish your text online or in a printed compilation.
•  Participation in this contest implies the acceptance of these terms.

Looking forward to reading your contributions!!

Mini saga workshop

Ever wanted to write but the muses don't visit you?

Come to our creative writing workshop and enjoy reading and writing stories in 50 words. B2, C1 and C2 students are welcome! 

Friday, 15th November at 18:30h in the library.
Don't miss it!!