The editors of Radio Lanzarote have already received the first texts for the call for the XIV edition of the Radio Lanzarote Summer 2024 Short Story contest. On this occasion, the contest pays tribute to the writer Miguel de Unamuno, as it marks the centenary of his exile to Fuerteventura. Unamuno arrived on the island of Majorera on March 10, 1924, and said of it: "These bare hills look like camel humps and the outline of these is cut out on them. It is a camel-like land."
On this occasion, participants must submit a micro-story that must not exceed 100 words, not counting the introductory text that we will provide below. The stories will have the same beginning, which is one of the first sentences of the beginning of his work Niebla: "In this, not a dog, but a graceful young woman passed by in the street, and Augusto went after her eyes, as if magnetized and without realizing it..." From this beginning, participants must imagine what happens next.
Each author may send a maximum of five stories, which may be signed with a pseudonym, although they must always indicate a name and contact telephone number. Also, the stories will be sent to the address: concursorelatos@lanzarotemedia.net. Once again, the Tourist Centers are collaborating with the contest, whose deadline for sending the texts is next August 31.
A jury composed of journalists from Radio Lanzarote and La Voz de Lanzarote will choose three winning stories and seven finalists. The decision of the contest will be made public in the second half of September. The winner of the first prize will get a dinner for two people in the Jameos del Agua restaurant, while the second prize is one of the unusual experiences for two people in Montañas del Fuego. Finally, the third prize is a brunch in the Cactus Garden. All prizes are for adults.
As the stories are received, they will be published in La Voz de Lanzarote. The name of the author will not appear in the publication. Only after the decision will the names of the winning and finalist authors be known. An incessant trickle of short stories continues to arrive at the editorial office for this literary contest:
A fleeting moment
In this, not a dog, but a graceful young woman passed by in the street, and Augusto went after her eyes, as if magnetized and without realizing it. Thus it was captured in his memory and after that fragile moment, Dolores always remained, her cheerful steps, her flirtatious smile, her lively eyes and her weathered hands gently reached to touch his heart. Augusto could never get Dolores out of his thoughts again and that he was only hoping to see a dog pass by, however life gave him what he did not expect to find in that tiny fleeting moment.
Enchanted
"In this, not a dog, but a graceful young woman passed by in the street, and Augusto went after her eyes, as if magnetized and without realizing it..." He got such a fright, when that young woman with bittersweet eyes turned around. Enchanted with honey and cinnamon, she fell surrendered at his feet. Cupid had fulfilled his mission and launching an arrow of pure love, in the chest of the Legacy of Augusto. Dying and reviving extremely pure and innocent feelings in Playa Blanca ...
Two chairs
In this, not a dog, but a graceful young woman passed by in the street, and after
of his eyes he went, as if magnetized and without realizing it,
Augusto…
The smell of lavender that emanated from her body was a challenge for the
laconic routine of Augusto.
A week later he found her again…holding hands with a
little man.
Six months, she and the boy were holding each other by the waist.
Augusto persevered, that clandestine route became his only
reason to live.
A year and a half later, she was carrying a child in her arms.
Two years later,…she was wearing mourning…
The house with white walls.
The woman takes out two chairs…and surprises him.
-Aren't you ever going to dare?- She said sitting down. The other chair was
for Augusto.
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In this, not a dog, but a graceful young woman passed by in the street, and Augusto went after her eyes, as if magnetized and without realizing it. The young man approached the girl slowly. She gave off an aura difficult to describe: cold, distant and submissive. Without a word, the boy approached her lips and kissed her passionately.
- You have just signed your death sentence Augusto -he uttered in a grave and solemn voice.
- You have kissed the grim reaper. Your soul belongs to me from now on. Welcome to the world of the dead.
Stupid
In this, not a dog, but a brave young woman passed by in the street, and after her eyes he went,
as if magnetized and without realizing it, Augusto, began to follow her, but, seeing the
the two who were behind her hid in the shadows and stopped to listen.
What does this mean?! - one stammered when he saw the other insert the bullet, turn the charger and
hand it over to the last of the stupid guys her sister usually dates.
It's her proof of love. It has always been like this.
Always...! were there more times...?
What? Did you think you were the first?
He dropped the gun and ran away in terror. Like everyone.
She turned around and said: I owe you another one little brother.
Augusto came out of the shadows and asked for the gun.
On the way
Miriam and her friend arrived that spring morning at the Plaza de Obradoiro, after a long walk. There was a rock concert, while the 69 revolutions were playing, Gustavo was in the middle of the square. He, seeing Miriam almost next to him, fell to the ground in one fell swoop. Miriam's friend ran out to give him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, at first he didn't react. Finally, suddenly he opened his eyes and as soon as he saw her he got up as he could, and ran away screaming as if there was no tomorrow: no, no please! the Facebook bore.
Rapture
She felt tired and sore, it was her last day of vacation and in a short time she would return to her city with an arm in a sling. She had had a bad fall in Caleta de Sebo (La Graciosa). He offered to go to Arrecife. She didn't think twice, they quickly left for the capital. They went up to the highest floor of the city hotel. They had several drinks and only laughed. Their eyes were sparkling. The moon was the only light that illuminated them, she would never forget that night of passion.
Mysterious woman
In this, not a dog, but a graceful young woman passed by in the street, and after her eyes he went, as if magnetized and without realizing it, Augusto followed her steps. When he arrived at the Risco de Famara he threw her into the dunes and made love to her. She let herself be carried away by passion. The dawn surprised him, she was not there. He went into the sea and a hand grabbed him to the bottom, kissed him and abandoned him. The next day on the radio, they were talking about the siren of Famara.
Homeland
In this, not a dog, but a graceful young woman passed by in the street, and Augusto went after her eyes, as if magnetized and without realizing it. The curves of the woman reminded him of the arid hills of his land, the color of her skin, the sand of her home. Her eyes, blue like the ocean that bathes its coasts, enchanted him, like the swaying that rocks the boats on the shore. At that moment he knew, his homeland had a woman's name.
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In this, not a dog, but a graceful young woman passed by in the street, and after her eyes he went, as if magnetized and without realizing it, Augusto kept thinking about the rose, he saw the street naked, he calibrated the whisper of the wind again and again; his body absorbed from here to there by the force of the trade wind, formed fox steps, and at that very moment, a camouflaged little smile lit up his face.
-My God, we humans are prone, - he thought of converting the
tragedy, from prime time to nones time, into a comic operetta.
- That's right, I spent the night at Los Calero's house; they sheltered me.
In Tindaya, and the following night, we sat down to listen...
