Home sweet home (part 3)

Mr Johnson heard the threats of the mad man. He decided to call the police as soon as possible. He was doing so when he heard his children screaming. He ran upstairs. John the youngest of his sons was the one who screamed and he was awake. The child asked to his father: “What is happening to us dad?”
-“Nothing, my love. Everything will be alright. Don’t worry. Papa will fix this up”.
-“Why were you discussing with that man, dad? I am afraid of him”
-“Don’t worry. I phoned at the police station”.
The police arrived and found Mr Johnson sitting in a sofa in the living room. They asked what had happened. Mr Johnson told about the encounter with this strange man. The police officers asked Mr. Johnson if he had ever seen that before in his life. He said he didn’t. They were in this when he heard a blood-curdling scream in the forest.
-Oh gosh the children!
The police and Mr Johnson searched and searched for them but nothing was found not even in the house neither in the forest.
The police took Mr. Johnson to the town’s jail because he was the only there when the children disappeared. Many rumours that Mr. Johnson had hired the services of a professional murderer to kill his family circulated in town and thus receive a lump sum of $2 million dollars.

The police were still looking for some clues in the home surroundings when a letter was found and it said:

DAD: Why did you discuss with HIM?

We are all afraid. He controls us. He says he is our dad and he promised that we could see mom soon.

XXX Your children

The bodies of the children were found in the borest near their home.They lied near a tomb of a man who had been buried there too. This man died twenty years ago. There was a picture of the man who resembled to the stranger at the johnson's door. In the picture, there were a family: a man with an astray look,a woman and two children. Mr. Johnson's children.

Home sweet home(part 2)

The police was at Johnson’s home by the time the children arrived at the atrocious scene. Mr. Johnson could not believe the situation. His wife’s body was there lying on the floor with her skull completely destroyed. The mysterious thing was that no one saw anything, any strange event. Even rarer was the fact that money, jewels and valuable pictures were at the house. It seems that the burglars were not looking for money or material things.
The police eyes were upon Mr. Johnson; but he had been in town working. There were witnesses who could confirm this.
Blood was spilled all over the room. The police took some blood samples so to be tested. The DNA was unknown.
The police went away. Mr. Johnson stayed close with his children who were traumatically shocked. They were about to go to bed when there was somebody knocking at the door. Mr. Johnson answered it. It was a man around his thirties. Covered with mud, dirty and barefoot, the man seemed not normal. His look was astray. He seemed confused. He told Mr Johnson he had news about Mr. Johnson’s wife.
-“Are you kidding? Aren’t you?”
-“No, I am not.” answered the man with the astray look.
-“What kind of sick joke is this?" shouted Mr. Johnson furiously.
The stranger began to laugh and gave Mr Johnson the creeps.
-“Get out of here, you bloody maniac!
Te man who was outside kicked at the door and said: “This is my house and you are taking a place it is not yours!” “They are my children! I promise you I will be back and they will be with me you like it or not.”

Home sweet home(part 1)

It was autumn, the leaves of the trees were coloured in brown, yellow, ocre and red in a pine forest near Canada. The beautiful landscape was surrounded by mountains in which snow covered the main peaks.

Mrs Johnson has just arrived to her house after being buying goods in the nearest town's store. Her children were at school and her husband at the fishing factory in town.

Alone at the spacious house, Mrs Johnson started preparing the lunch. A small noise came from outside. She did not pay too much attention to it but then the noise turned louder and even closer to the Johnson's.

She stopped dicing the carriots. She found herself shaking. Then,Mrs Johnson heard the slam of the back door. Steps followed, someone else was at the house. She took the knife with her. Walking towards the living room, she saw nobody. She croosed the room. Now she heard the steps upstairs. Her heart leaped faster and faster. She ran up te stairs and found the door of her sons' room slightly opened. She pushed it open but nobody was in.

Mrs Johnson released her breath. She turn around to go back to her daily routines when a sudden hit smashed her skull into pieces.

Women

This young lady is a great student but mainly, a great woman and a friend. I met her giving examinations at college. She offered me the wisiest advice. "don't harm yourself. It's bad for you and your health. They don't deserve seeing you inthat way". She encouraged me in the moment I needed most.

My addiction to Prozac as well as my depression was latent, increasing. Studies were not ok that year. We both studied together in our homes. Now we met twice a month. The last time I saw her was a Saturday. She told me she was worried. Her period was delayed almost two weeks. She was worried but happy at the idea of her pregnacy since she loves her boyfriend. The problem was that that week before, they had a silly quarrel without reaching an agreement. This open end makes her feel uncomfortable and insecure about her feelings towards her couple.

"But if pregnant, she said, I want to have that baby".

"It's the best decision. Don't ya remember the time you told me you didn't want me to harm myself?" I said.

"Yep"

"Well Iam now telling you the same. Don't do stupid and childish things. Just keep the babay with you and as regards Julious, ask him what the matter with him really is."

"Yes, you are right. I will ask himwhat is wrong"

"That is my girl"

In cse he tells me he wants to split with me. I will have the baby the same

Of course, You HAVE TO.

She smiled and kissed me tenderly. She took the bus and I haven't seen her till this morning.

"My friend, I fix the things up with Julious and Iam not pregnant. What a pitty"

Mark

Family

The old man listened to the radio. His eyes sparkled in the dark. The song makes him remind his mother when she cooked. The old woman was my grandmother. She had a sad short life. And considering her sudden fait, I don't want the same.

She was a child when her biological parents sold her to a couple who were merchants in Santiago del Estero.

She recieved education at school. When teenager, she and her new family all moved to Tucuman where she met a spanish immigrant with whom she married. My grand father worked in a supermarket. With him my grandma had nine children, one of them died at the age of three of sudden death. Years passed to knowledge that sudden deah was part of my family genes.

As I was saying; My grandma had nine children. When she was to have the last baby, she died of pneumonia.

Her children were lmost abandoned to the good will of the family's closest friends and neighbours. My grandfather was so depressed and devastated that he ended up being an alcoholic. His children haunted the house since they were as pale and white as sheats.

Some of them started to work and left school. Some others grew up in their neighbours' homes and thus, received education quite well. While some other just went far away to find better opportunities in other places.

The children have never been together to each other. They don't know each other. They dont know if they are still alive or not.

Autobiography

I had only one love in my life
But he disappointed me.
I offered him my life
But he laughed at this.
I gave him my heart
But he kicked it.
I told him he was the only one
While he didn’t.
I offered him desperate sunsets
But he ignored them.
I gave him the sadness of a woman
Who has looked at the lonely moon for centuries
Yet, he discarded my feelings.
I tried to tell him how deep I loved him
By being loyal when I have never been
However, he didn’t mind.
He crushed my heart and soul in that empty street.

It was in October
You lied, you fake,
You disguise your love
A phone call was enough to know
That that was the end.
The end of my own happiness and future.
Can’t you see I’m still broken?
Can’t you worry just a bit?
Years have passed
But my love is the same.

I know you are going out
With the same girl you met before me
Why weren’t you sincere enough
To say that our love was just a game?
I was shocked at the news
That your dad was dead
I sent you a message
Just to show you some respect
And what did you sent me back?
A stupid answer saying
Don’t regret,
I am happy with my princess, at this state.
I cried day and night
Your heart never moved
Not even at the noise of my tears
neither at the bitternes of my soul
Yet, I ask to myself
Is it possible to go on?
I refuged myself in books
I tried to travel faraway
but this ghost never lets me rest.

PS

Words have no wings, yet they fly
Words have no legs, yet they run
Words have no heart, yet they feel
Words have no voice, yet they forgive
words have no limits, have you?

Celebrities should be allowed to keep their lives private

When speaking about the private life of public figures, an entire society gets acquainted with the stars’ intimacy because of the interference that the media has over their lives. More often than not, stars private lives are put on display by the mass media. Due to this situation, heated debates are generated on whether celebrities should keep their private lives private or they should share their personal matters with the public opinion.
On the one hand, it is essential to differentiate the role fro the person. To get information about someone’s job is not a problem, but to get into someone’s privacy really is. Although their work is to interact with people, to appear in magazines’ covers, to take part in TV programmes, there is no need for them to bear up gossiping, criticism, or detailed commentaries about their personal matters. In effect, the media places undue emphasis on private affairs, a fact which can cause difficulties in celebrities’ lives. Without the media’s intervention, fewer problems of these well known people may arise.
On the other hand, public figures are considered models to be followed. They are supposed to live by certain social codes which may control the way they deal with people. In addition to this, it can be mentioned that most artists break these social conversations, maskerading a model they are not. Besides, it can be said that some celebrities need to hide their mediocrity by using foul means, that is to say, while being the centre of attention in different programmes; celebrities believe they are on the road to success.
Taking everything into consideration, it can be said that public figures’ jobs and private lives are continually displayed by the media. Once the media gives information about these celebrities, some parts of society take them as paradigms of success.