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 from 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 submit 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 should be sent to the address: concursorelatos@lanzarotemedia.net. Once again this year, the Tourist Centers are collaborating with the contest, whose deadline for sending texts is 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 at 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. Short stories continue to arrive at the editorial office for this literary contest:
Story 10
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 levitated for a fleeting moment and returned to the ground, absorbed in the sweet sensation produced by the contemplation of beauty. He thought about starting the chess game he has pending with Don Miguel, who believes himself to be the great puppeteer, the rooks and bishops are ready, the king is a bit fickle and does not trust him. The game will begin under a fine mist but will end up lengthening and enveloped in a thick haze that will arrive from the south.
Story 11
“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, Augusto thought - a beautiful woman.
He followed her through the center of the island. The girl dropped a colorful handkerchief.
-Excuse me, miss, is this yours? - said Augusto.
-Yes, sir, I didn't realize - she commented, thank you.
They walked for a while and arrived at the corner of the avenue where there was a restaurant for dinner.
Once they finished, they took a walk along the promenade to go to a nearby pub
And get to know each other more.
Story 12
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…
I don't have tickets for your salon, Maria. Take me through your paths
that I follow you. Don't turn around that I don't want to see your face, nor your
brown complexion, nor your black eyes. Gypsy. Maria I call you because your
I don't know the name.
I follow you. Punctual you pass through the market as a Monday at the beginning of
week. Gypsy, you are already mine.
Don't look at me, ignore me that today will be your last day.
My hand is not mine when with the knife it takes your life.
My tears are not mine when I see you lying on the ground.
It is a crime to look at you without life.
