Euge Fernández Hayón

“My Neighbourhood's Park” by Euge Fernández Hayón

My neighbourhood’s park is not at all special to a stranger’s eyes. In fact, never was it really special to me or to anyone I know - it was just there, being one of those things you’re used to seeing. It ain’t got much space and all it really got is a few benches, a few trees, a seesaw whose wood seems to be a bit rotten and a hammock whose strings are worn from time. Today, however, everything is different. It’s not just any other summer day, it’s actually the last I’ll get to spend in my hometown for the next few m years. I plan on comin...

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“A (not so ordinary) party” by Euge Fernández Hayón

Submitted to Contest #104

“Are you coming tonight?” asked my friend for the third time. “I mean, I don’t know. I’m kinda tired, but I’d like to. I don’t know”, I stuttered. “See, I don’t want to pressure you but I need an answer right now. I’ve got to buy the tickets before there’s  none left”. “Ok, but can you give me at least a couple minutes? Um… I just need to think…” “Look, you’ve been thinking since Monday. Do you want to come or not?”. “Okay, yes. Yes, I’ll go”. “Alright then. See you at Tom’s house. We’ll go to the club from there”.  In fact, I wa...

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“About humans” by Euge Fernández Hayón

Submitted to Contest #102

They’re like a herd of fish, humans. They really are. They will walk in the same direction without even talking to each other, even if they’re headed to the exact same place. Sometimes, they’ll even bump into each other in the street because they’re way too focused on their little devices. I don’t know why they get so excited about those, though. They’re just tiny metallic gadgets that can usually fit in their hands, kind of. Some of these metallic things have lights and when the lights flicker, the humans turn to their devices in a matter o...

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“Food Coaching” by Euge Fernández Hayón

Submitted to Contest #100

"I literally cannot. I mean, I literally said I was a vegetarian and they give me chicken? Like, really?" blurted out the 17-year-old teenage girl named Lola. “Say literally one more time and you’ll literally see your eye go purple,” stated 21-year old Jane, who sat on the opposite side of the table. “Shut up! Don’t talk to her like that!” screamed John, a middle-aged man that sat right beside the 21-year-old woman. “What are you, his daddy or his sugar daddy?” mocked Jane.  “Ugh, that’s disgusting. No wonder you dress up like that, eve...

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“Casual Fate” by Euge Fernández Hayón

Submitted to Contest #98

Throughout my life, I’d always been the youngest. The youngest of five siblings, the youngest amongst twelve cousins and the youngest in my group of friends. Experience made me an expert on being with older people. I knew how to talk to them and I knew what to expect from them. However, I wasn’t at all used to children. In fact, I was not interested in them - at all. When everyone saw a cute baby, I just saw a baby. When others saw cute toddlers, I just saw toddlers.  However, Mia was different. She looked about seven or eight years o...

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“The Full Moon Mystery” by Euge Fernández Hayón

Submitted to Contest #98

That night, like it happened every month, the full moon lit up the whole neighbourhood. For the Blackmill family, that meant sleeping in the backyard right under the stars with nothing but a few blankets. The strange tradition had been present in the household generation after generation and, even though its origins remained unknown, no one dared to break it.  During dinner, the five members of the family discussed the issue like they used to do.  “He was drunk”, seventeen-year-old Kattia pointed out. “I won’t get tired of saying...

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“The Window of Dreams” by Euge Fernández Hayón

Submitted to Contest #97

At twelve, there was one thing - and one thing only - spinning through my mind: rock music. I’ve always been into progressive rock, alternative rock, pop rock, electronic rock and all kinds of subgenres that might exist within this genre of music. Therefore, my biggest dream was to become a rockstar. Even though I didn’t have a real guitar by the time, I had made one of my own with the sticks I found in the neighbourhood. Yes, no. It was not a great one, I know. But with it, at least, I could practice some movements. I exercised my fingers w...

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