ANTOLOGIAS .
TERROR NO HOTEL 21
Editora: Buriti
|STATUS: CANCELADO! Infelizmente a editora acabou por não lançar.|
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ORGANIZAÇÃO: MANDY PORTO
A proposta para a Antologia ‘Terror no Hotel 21′ é reunir contos dentro do terror, horror, ficção e fantasia, podendo assim mesclar histórias tanto de fantasmas, serial killers, viagens no tempo e seres mágicos. Cada conto se passará em um quarto diferente, trazendo assim inúmeras possibilidades. O autor poderá soltar a imaginação, já que o hotel da história terá mais de 200 anos de construção, trazendo assim vários períodos de tempo.
De vez em quando arrisco na poesia ;P
Anyone Can Be a Hero
The place is a tiny bookstore.
A girl walks in and catches the eyes of all police officers.
They know her like they know their partners.
And they don’t like it.
She’s a journalist, a leech, a dark being that needs information to keep itself alive.
She’s pretty, like an innocent little girl.
But looks can be deceiving.
She’s a fighter, a survivor, a general’s daughter.
Like Lois Lane.
The journalist looks beyond all the killer looks and notices the piece of news.
A man.
A perfection of a man – the mysterious kind.
Is that Clark Kent?
Because a meteor shower may have happened a few years ago.
Is he from another planet?
Because his smile is like the sun – you might get blind or even burned.
In his eyes lays the deepest story of all.
She wants it.
She wants the man.
She wants it all.
But does he?
The journalist doesn’t bother with the police trying to block her way.
She needs to catch him before he flies away.
He’s being questioned.
Is he the hero?
The Superman?
She’s hungry for knowledge, the truth, and the unexpected.
They meet and he sees a Goddess, a real woman, a diamond.
Is she Lois Lane?
As if a cure for green Kryptonite.
He feeds her curiosity, a story, what she wants.
That’s what she came for, because of the robbery of the bookstore, a tiny space of words and worlds.
He caught the person.
A poor little boy as hungry for knowledge as the journalist.
He is not a hero, but he wished he could fly every now and then.
Like now, with Lois Lane in his arms.
To touch the moon and the horizon.
To touch the universe.
To see the world from above.
ditar
A girl walks in and catches the eyes of all police officers.
They know her like they know their partners.
And they don’t like it.
She’s a journalist, a leech, a dark being that needs information to keep itself alive.
She’s pretty, like an innocent little girl.
But looks can be deceiving.
She’s a fighter, a survivor, a general’s daughter.
Like Lois Lane.
The journalist looks beyond all the killer looks and notices the piece of news.
A man.
A perfection of a man – the mysterious kind.
Is that Clark Kent?
Because a meteor shower may have happened a few years ago.
Is he from another planet?
Because his smile is like the sun – you might get blind or even burned.
In his eyes lays the deepest story of all.
She wants it.
She wants the man.
She wants it all.
But does he?
The journalist doesn’t bother with the police trying to block her way.
She needs to catch him before he flies away.
He’s being questioned.
Is he the hero?
The Superman?
She’s hungry for knowledge, the truth, and the unexpected.
They meet and he sees a Goddess, a real woman, a diamond.
Is she Lois Lane?
As if a cure for green Kryptonite.
He feeds her curiosity, a story, what she wants.
That’s what she came for, because of the robbery of the bookstore, a tiny space of words and worlds.
He caught the person.
A poor little boy as hungry for knowledge as the journalist.
He is not a hero, but he wished he could fly every now and then.
Like now, with Lois Lane in his arms.
To touch the moon and the horizon.
To touch the universe.
To see the world from above.
ditar