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Once upon a time, there were three friends called Sara, Paula and Claudia. One afternoon, they met in the Dialogue Square, a very nice place with a fountain in the middle, benches around it and colorful flags moving in the wind.

The three friends were sitting on a bench because they had to prepare a school project. Each one had her ideas written on a paper and they were very excited to start.

—We can do it like this —said Sara, showing her paper.
—No, better like my idea —answered Paula quickly.
—I think my idea is the best —said Claudia.

Little by little, they stopped listening to each other. The voices got louder, the papers got crumpled, and the place was not calm anymore.

Suddenly, they all realized that they wanted the same thing and none of them wanted to give up…

Marivi - Florina

Once upon a time, there was a faraway and magical city that had something very special. In the middle of the main square stood a tall tower, and at the top of it shone a lamp shaped like a heart.
 When people spoke kindly to one another, the lamp shone brighter and filled the whole city with light.Very close to the square, there was a stone bridge that connected one side of the city to the other.

One day, two children, a boy and a girl, were playing in the park near the square when they suddenly had a big argument.
 They shouted at each other and exchanged words that hurt.

At once, the light that covered the city began to fade, and everything around grew dark.

Eumorfia - Agata

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 The children, frightened, looked at one another when they heard a strange sound…

To their surprise, they saw the stone bridge starting to crack…

They shouted at each other and exchanged words that hurt.

At once, the light that covered the city began to fade, and everything around grew dark. The children, frightened, looked at one another when they heard a strange sound…To their surprise, they saw the stone bridge starting to crack….........................

Eumorfia - Agata

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Eumorfia - Agata

Once upon a time, a little girl named Alice. She had many difficulties at school and she had very bad marks. She was sad but she loved reading so everyday, she went to bibliocity. She sat on a chair and looked at the books before choosing one. One day, she was sitting on a chair when she saw a very special book, she stood up and took it. It was untitled "The fairy without powers". Alice opened the book and suddenly she fell in a magic forest full of incredible animals, objects, ... She was watching all around them when she saw a wolf ...  Alice was so afraid ... but ...

Julie -Juan

… The wolf stopped. Alice thought she was going to attack him, so she screamed. Suddenly a bright light enveloped the wolf and then he began to speak: - Don't worry, I'm not going to attack you, I know what you feel, you're scared and sad because you're not doing well in school.

At that moment Alice began to cry and asked the wolf, "But you, how do you know?"

-I have the gift of reading minds.

- And how do you do that? Alice said.

In short, I can capture people's thoughts and emotions.

Alice and the wolf kept walking, and she told him about her problems at school. 

When Alice had finished, she said to the Wolf:

Thank you for listening, although I guess you already knew all this. I don't have many friends, since I'm doing so badly, no one wants to come with me anymore.

Julie -Juan

    One day when Alice arrived, she saw the forest unlit. He walked a little further, hoping to meet his friend, but he did not find him. Alicia began to worry.

    The friend has gone to look for the fairies without power, that's why he is not there- said a squirrel. The book has been closed and to open it again they need a true friendship. Alice went to find the wolf because she knew that she and the wolf were the true friendship they needed to open the book. 

Julie -Juan

Once upon 

a time there was a very special library. During the day it looked like any other one, with tidy shelves and silent books. But when the last reader left and the lights were turned off, something extraordinary happened: the stories woke up.Words slipped out of the pages, the characters looked around curiously, and the books began to whisper to one another. Every story knew it needed someone to read it in order to keep living.One evening, however, one book stayed closed longer than the others. It trembled slightly, as if it wanted to say something important… but its story was not complete yet.

Giovanna-Romalea

  The unfinished book trembled harder now, hopeful and afraid all at once. When the child pulled it free and opened the cover, the words rushed back into place. Ink flowed. Characters stood taller. The forest grew trees. And as the child began to read, the story finally understood what it was meant to become.

   By morning, the book rested quietly on the shelf, complete at last.

And if you visit the library during the day and notice one book that feels warmer than the others—that’s the one that remembers being chosen... 

Giovanna-Romalea

                    Polychronis - Madalina

The bell had barely rung when a group of students gathered around a handwritten notice taped to the classroom door that read, “This room is reserved for Class 8B only.” “Who put this up?” Lina asked sharply, turning toward the students from the other class who were standing nearby. “Don’t look at us like that,” Amir replied, his voice tense, “we just found it there too.” Murmurs filled the hallway as students began choosing sides, each convinced the other group was trying to take something away from them. “You always think you own everything,” someone whispered angrily from the back of the crowd. Lina took a step forward, her heart pounding, and said, “Then explain why it’s on our door.” Before anyone could answer, the teacher’s footsteps echoed down the hall, and the students froze, knowing the next words spoken could change everything.

                     Polychronis - Madalina

Who would she side with? And would she be able to resolve the rivalry that afflicted the two groups of students? Because, let's be honest, Lina thought, no teacher or principal would want to start a war by posting such a notice. The school was for everybody in equal measure, or that was the way it was supposed to be. 

    "I'm sure they did it, Miss Sophia! Tell them it's not right!"

    But Miss Sophia just looked at the kids and gently motioned to them to enter the classroom. When they were all seated, she said:

    "Let me tell you all a story. It happened in the faraway lands of the Arctic, where the Innuits live. A strong but very foolish hunter kept attacking his neighbours to steal the prey that they had been hunting. 

    "Why should I waste my time hunting for myself? I am stronger than them and I can easily take away what they have hunted!"

    But the people in his community were very upset and decided to trick him into going hunting on his own. 

    "You are so strong and mighty, you will surely be able to hunt a polar bear all by yourself!"

                     Polychronis - Madalina

The foolish hunter fell for the cunning words and went into the frozen wilderness to hunt a polar bear. But because he had not practised taking on such a big animal in a long time, he was overpowered by his prey and he had to run away in shame. So, you see, dear children," Miss Sophia continued, "nobody can live alone and nobody can claim things only for themselves."

    But she knew that the children would have to listen to many such stories before they truly understood their meaning.

    The next day, as the two groups were entering the classroom, they spotted another note, in the teacher's handwriting, taped to the door. It read: 

The light of a candle 

is transferred to another candle - 

Spring twilight!

(A haiku by Yosa Buson)

"What did she mean?", they all wondered.

Can YOU tell?

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It was a nice day of spring, I was coming to class, a bit running because i was being late. While going at a higher pace, I bumped really hard into a girl that was carrying a lot of sheets of paper. I hadn't really checked on her, but in class, my mind couldn't stop thinking about what happened, so I took matter into my own hands

Marta  - Simona / Manuela

One day, a new student came to class. His name was Kordian. He came from another country and didn't speak our language well. He wanted to make friends with his classmates, but they wouldn't play with him. Only Ula liked him and helped him with his studies. Ula was very pretty, and the boys were jealous of Kordian spending time with her. They told Ula that he had stolen Tomek's wallet and called him a thief. One day, the children were going on a bike trip. The meeting point was at the train station. Kordian didn't know the city and went to the main station, but that wasn't the place. He called his friends, but they didn't answer. Ula didn't answer either. Kordian stood at the station with his bike, very sad. 

    At the edge of the school playground, two groups of children had created their own separate worlds. On one side, a group carefully stacked wooden blocks, building a tall, shining tower that grew higher with every minute. On the other side, a different group dug a long trench in the sand, shaping it into what they imagined as a flowing river. At first, everything coexisted peacefully. The tower rose, the river stretched, and the space between them seemed enough.

    Then a small child ran across the playground and tripped into the trench. The sand collapsed instantly. The carefully shaped river broke apart, its edges sank and disappeared. The children who had built it froze, staring at the damage. The others rushed to help the younger child stand. What followed was not a conversation, but a clash of expressions, gestures, and rising emotions. Each group felt misunderstood, certain that the other was at fault.

    The noise of the playground softened as nearby children began to watch. The energy between the two groups grew tight and heavy, like a storm that had not yet broken. In the middle of it all, the ruined ditch stretched across the ground, marking a boundary that had not existed before. On one side stood the broken river. On the other, the tall tower still stood untouched.

    A few children glanced from one to the other, as if realizing something—but no one stepped forward. No one knew how to begin. The space between them felt wider than the playground itself, and a prolonged silence followed...

    Romalea- Aslıhan  

   The silence was broken by one of the youngest. Still holding wet sand in his hands, he crouched by the edge of the collapsed ditch. He hesitated, looking at the children building the tower, then slowly said, “If you like… we can build a bigger one together.” This sentence seemed to loosen an invisible knot. At first, no one moved, but then a child from the group building the tower stepped forward. He placed one of the blocks on the ground and murmured, “We can build a bridge over the water too.” 

   Suddenly, everyone’s eyes lit up. That line, which had seemed like a boundary just minutes before, had now become a path connecting two games. Some began digging the ditch again, others carried blocks. The tower lowered slightly, but a bridge was added beside it; the ditch was reopened, but this time it was stronger. Soon, a whole new world had been created in the playground: a river flowing through it, a bridge crossing it, and a tower rising beside it. The tension of moments before gave way to laughter. 

   And that day, the children learned without realizing it:  Sometimes the best games are those that are rebuilt together from where they were destroyed.

Romalea- Aslıhan 

Nicoleta - Eumorfia

                                   The Language of the Heart

       On a small island there were three countries separated by tall mountains. Each tribe spoke a different language and believed that only their customs were the best. For years, they never crossed their borders and lived apart, afraid of each other. 

        One day, a child from each country climbed the mountain and they met halfway. Although they couldn’t understand each other with words, they began drawing on stones what they felt: homes, sun, family, games. Soon they realized their dreams were the same, even though they came from different places. When they went back down to their countries, each carried a stone drawn by the other. 

        The people looked at them in wonder, and the silence that followed left room for a question: 

"Will the mountains remain walls, or will they become roads?"........

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A few days later, each country held a meeting with its leaders and people.
 They talked for a long time, and everyone shared their opinion.
 In the end, they all agreed that they wanted to get to know each other and stop being afraid.

To make this happen, the leaders of the three countries decided to meet on a plateau in the middle of the island.
 The day was rainy, and thick clouds covered the sky.

When they met, they greeted one another and agreed to dig through the mountains, build roads, and create bridges to connect the three countries.
 As they signed their names on a large piece of paper, the clouds opened and a beautiful rainbow appeared in the sky.

Then the children came forward, holding their painted stones.
 They placed them side by side and created a small path.
 It was the first bridge made not of stone, but of understanding and friendship.

From that day on, the mountains were no longer walls.
 They became roads that connected people, words, and dreams.

Nicoleta - Eumorfia

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