Maldito amor y otros cuentos (Sweet Diamond Dust: And Other Stories)by Rosario Ferré
En las cuatro historias que crean Maldito amor, Ferré explora la historia política y la lucha cultural de Puerto Rico, su país nativo. "Una de las novelistas más dotadas de América Latina" -Washington Post Book World.
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Ignore the haters! Every story has its ups and downs. If it was ACTION! ACTION! ACTION! the whole time, people would hate it. Keep doin what you do! :)
You vary good at writing and a fast lerner of mistakes but you cloud be more descriptive.
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It was still very good, but not as good as the last one.
The girl grabbed my arm. I jumped. She saw the lady with snakes for hair...too? Quick as lightning, she shoved me behind a pillar and pulled out-<p> An iPhone 5.<p> As she clutched the phone in her palms, it began to morph. Soon it was not an iPhone anymore - it was a sword, the blade curved, three feet of wicked silver steel.<p> I closed my eyes, shuddering. Hearing nothing out of the ordinary, l slowly opened my eyes, just in time to see the girl simply stick her sword through the monster lady. With an unearthly screech, the medusa collapsed, turning into a puff of yellow dust.<br> "That was easy," the girl said casually, tossing her obsidian-black hair, hair so long that it brushed the back of her thighs. The sword was once again a smartphone, and she slipped it into her jeans pocket.<br> "Wha - what - h-how did you-" l spluttered, standing up using the column for support. "H-how did you - do that??"<br> The girl sighed. "Evanessa, do you know what demigods are?"<br> "Errrrrr...no."<br> As far as mornings go, this certainly was an eventful one. Step off the school bus and get confronted by an evil snake-haired lady. Have what you thought to be a perfectly normal girl make a cell phone turn into a sword (a SWORD, of all things) and stab the lady. Now she's talking to you about something called a demigod. The perfect picture of a normal school morning.<br> The girl sighed again. "Demigods are the children of Greek gods. They can see through the Mist and usually have learning disabilities. You're a demigod. I'm a demigod."<br> "What??"<br> "My name is Keira Wolf. I'm a daughter of Athena."<br> If l had not seen her demolish a snake-headed woman with an iPhone-turned-sword, l would have scoffed. But this situation was different.<br> "How do you know my name?" I asked as she grabbed my wrist.<br> "Long story." Keira pulled me towards the school grounds, away from Brighton's entrance.<br> "H-hey!" I yelled, pulling back. "Where are you taking me? Stop!"<br> "I'm going there." Keira pointed. It was a fountain with pennies glinting from the crystalline bottom . "Why?" I questioned.<br> She ignored me. From a pocket Keira withdrew a round gold coin with weird writing on it. Ancient Greek! I was reminded of a Social Studies class back in fifth grade, where the teacher taught the class the ancient Greek alphabet and how it shaped the modern English alphabet.<p> Keira tossed the coin in. It landed with a tiny plop and sank, turning, the light flashing off its polished faces. "Iris, O Goddess of the Rainbow," Keira recited. "Accept my offering."<br> Weird. The words she had just spoken sounded almost like a line from a My Little Pony movie. But Keira seemed utterly serious. Suddenly a mist drifted up out of the fountain's depths and hung right in front of her.<br> "Show me Chiron," Keira told the mist, "of Camp Half-Blood."<br> Weirder and weirder. In fact, this entire morning had been weird. A part of me didn't believe Keira; how could the Olympians be real? But then again, if l wasn't what she called a "demigod," how could l see weird monsters when nobody else could? And how could she know my name?<p> Suddenly, l gasped. A face had appeared in the mist, a middle-aged dude with scruffy brown hair, stubble, and intense, but warm, brown eyes. The face turned to me. "So..." he said. "Evanessa. You are about to leave for a new refuge, a place you will soon call home: Camp Half-Blood."