THE DISASTER

The night was rainy; a big storm was falling on the sea. The waves were enormous and the fog was thick. The ships rocked one side to the other as marionettes.

Suddenly, an awful creaking was heard in the darkness. A big cloud of smoke was seen in the distance and an intense odour could be noticed in the air. Everybody was wondering what had happened.

A ship had ran aground near the shore and had split part of the petrol it carried. A big black stain spreaded on the water, as a big black cloack which had the sea gone into mourning. The smell of petrol was each time stronger and mixed with the freshness of the breeze each sunset near the beach. Charles and Anne used to go watching the stars. When they felt that freedom that only those who have not betrayed their ideals feel. They were the children of a fisher and lived in a humble white house very near from the cliff.

The fishers had recently had problems to fish, fishing was not very good. Now, it would be worse, there would not be anything in many time. Fishers will not be seen carrying fish to the harbour. They could not be said goodbye as it was usual. Now they will have to go far, to be able to live.

The village became a village without people. A ghostly village. Just a few women and children remained there. Men and young people went to look for a job and came back once in a while to see their families. At nightfall, a few lights, brought the village back to existence.

But from the cliff the view was not the same, it seemed that even the breeze had changed of place. The air smell of petrol and the sea’s calm had turned to a terrible anguished seeing how all the sea life was being destroyed. Dead fishes floated and all was devastating. The few people who remained, started to rebuild and clean all that had been damaged.

Some years passed until the village returned to normal. Some of who had left returned and the boats returned to the harbour. Hope was born again with the fear that the story would repeat.

Jesús Candelario 4º

Belén Fernández Marín   2ºB
                   
!Halloween Night!

Roses are red,

violets are blue.

In Halloween

we say buuh!!

The childrens are on the street

they say `Trick or treat´.

The vampires at night

then they start to fly.

The ghost hide in homes,

trying to scare.

The skeletons,

start  to dance.

Zombies come out of their graves,

they seek to eat brains.

They are slow,

starts the show!!

Witches draw their brooms,

wrinkles and warts on their faces,

childrens in their rooms,

trying to escape.

Halloween start my friends.

Ghost, vampires and more come to scare.

If you want to be safe,

put some garlic on your face.

Never go out,

if you want to get out alive.

And if you want to take a risk,

you will need a disguise.

Javier Costillo Navarro 4ºB

                                             THE LEGEND OF JACK-O-LANTERN 

Many years ago, on Halloween night, a man called Stingy Jack, had the misfortune to meet face to face with the devil himself in a tavern. Jack, as usual, had been drinking all night, still could trick the Devil by offering his soul in exchange for one last drink and I paid the drinks. The Devil agreed and became a coin to pay the bartender, but Jack quickly decided to keep the money in your pocket by saving it with a silver cross and thus prevent the release devil and to take back its original form until promised not ask for your soul in ten years. The devil had no choice but to accept. 

Ten years later, Jack and the devil were found in a forest to settle your debt. The devil was willing to take with your soul, but Jack thought quickly and said: "As a last request ... Can you get out of that tree that apple please?". The devil thought he had not lost anything, and jumped reached the tree, but before the devil knew it, Jack quickly made ​​a cross on the tree bark. The devil could not come down. Jack forced him once again, to promise that he would never ask her soul again. The devil had no choice but to accept. 

Jack died a few years later, but could not enter paradise, having been a drunk and a crook in his lifetime. But when he tried to enter hell, the devil recognized him and sent him back by not break the promise to take his soul. "? Where will I go now?" Asked Jack, and the devil replied, "Go back the way you came." The way back was dark and cold, could not see nada..El Devil threw Jack a lighted coal from hell, so he could be guided in the darkness, and Jack put in a turnip that had emptied so it will not turn off with the wind. 

Now Jack wanders aimlessly with his flashlight for eternity. 

The Irish used turnips used to manufacture their "Jack's lanterns", but when immigrants came to the United States warned that pumpkins were more plentiful than turnips. Therefore, the custom of carving pumpkins for Halloween and turn them into lanterns by entering a coal or a candle inside emerged. The lantern was not intended to summon evil spirits but keep them away from people and their homes.