One-shot Something begins to emerge between Astonauta and Xabéu. Short but sweet!

Franja invents another one of her gadgets. this time... A cloning machine! The victim of it all? Our dear and beloved Magali! What will happen? Check it out!

Eliz de Liz

Te amavi, from the Latin "I loved you" uses a verb tense. But what is time? Time is a comfort for us to situate ourselves and give meaning to our lives and is nothing more than a vain attempt to hold in our hands all the memories we live. How long does it fit within the dimension of a memory we have? What is the ideal time for each event to occur in the life of a human being? Contra wasn't sure, but suddenly felt the need to find out.

Vatrushka

The years inevitably passed for the gang... And the beginning of adult life brings with it countless existential crises. Denise, now studying Journalism, seeks to rewrite and understand her own narrative. Maybe she doesn't want to remain just a secondary character. Perhaps, she is no longer so willing to accept this label. And that's how she rebelled. And this is her story.

Lisa Granger

Tears were streaming down his face, his heart was breaking and it hurt, God, it hurt. She'd rather have a thousand red-hot knives slashing through her body than just one slashing through her heart. The tightness in her chest and stomach was so strong she didn't think she could take it. Upon reaching home, she threw herself down the stairs until she reached her bedroom and finally to the bathroom, where she laid everything out, when she was finally finished, her stomach was empty. But the emptiness matched her heart, which was heavy in her chest, at the same time so empty and so full and with a suffocating pain, it felt like someone was holding her heart in their hands, squeezing, crushing, suffocating... and she he almost wished it was really that, because at least then that hopeless feeling would disappear. She rinsed her mouth with the tap water, the strange sensation on her tongue and looked up at the mirror. Just at that moment, facing the devastated figure that was staring back at her, Monica realized that she was crying, finally becoming aware of the hot tears streaming down her face. Her eyes looked like those of a torn animal or someone who had lost what she loved most on the face of the earth, which in a way was true, except that she hadn't lost it, had chosen to let it. — It's over, Onion! It's over... The memories and the words echoed in her mind, and the pain that came with them was so great it made her fall to her knees on the wooden floor, sobs escaping her throat and finally a scream, a painful cry that still couldn't express all the pain he felt at that moment.

Sadie Ketchum Potter

Moving from one city to another is not easy, and for Mônica, a young woman passionate about writing, it will be no different. New friendships, new direction, new school, everything will be a task for this young future writer.