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Hockey sobre hielo.
Era una tarde fría en Winnipeg, y el vestidor del equipo local estaba lleno del típico ruido de cascos, patines y risas nerviosas antes del partido. Matt, el delantero veloz y un poco bromista, estaba ajustándose las hombreras cuando, sin mirar, le dijo a su compañero Ryan: —Pásame el casco. Ryan se lo lanzó sin pensarlo dos veces, como en cientos de prácticas anteriores.
El partido comenzó con la intensidad que caracteriza al hockey canadiense; el hielo parecía vibrar bajo el peso de los patines y el clamor de los aficionados. Matt, con el casco ya bien ajustado, esperaba su momento. Más tarde, en un contraataque rápido, la defensa enemiga parecía cerrar todos los caminos. Sin perder la calma, Matt recibió un pase certero justo en la línea azul. En ese instante, giró su mirada hacia Ryan y soltó una sonrisa cómplice, como si dijera “ahora es mi turno”.
Con velocidad y agilidad, esquivó a dos rivales en un movimiento tan fluido que parecía coreografiado. El público se quedó en silencio por un momento, impresionado por la jugada. Matt tomó un disparo al ángulo superior derecho, marcando un gol que no solo puso a su equipo adelante, sino que levantó a todos de sus asientos. En el vestidor, Ryan le dio un codazo amistoso: “Eso fue para la gran jugada, y todo empezó con un simple ‘pásame el casco’”.
Ven y participa, aún estás a tiempo. Toda la información la podrás encontrar cada día en la Comunidad #Freewritehouse. Específicamente, el día de hoy, aquí la publicación del prompt:
«pásame el casco»
Portada de la iniciativa.
Dedicado a todos aquellos que, día a día, con su arte, hacen del mundo un lugar mejor.
Ice hockey.
It was a cold afternoon in Winnipeg, and the home team's locker room was filled with the typical pre-game clatter of helmets, skates, and nervous laughter. Matt, the speedy and somewhat playful forward, was adjusting his shoulder pads when, without looking, he said to his teammate Ryan, "Pass me the helmet". Ryan tossed it to him without a second thought, as he had in hundreds of previous practices.
Bing AI
The game began with the intensity that characterizes Canadian hockey; the ice seemed to vibrate under the weight of the skates and the cheers of the fans. Matt, his helmet already tightly fastened, waited for his moment. Later, in a quick counterattack, the opposing defense seemed to close off all avenues. Without losing his composure, Matt received a precise pass right at the blue line. At that moment, he turned his gaze toward Ryan and let out a knowing smile, as if to say, "Now it's my turn."
With speed and agility, he dodged two opponents in a movement so fluid it seemed choreographed. The crowd was silent for a moment, impressed by the play. Matt fired a shot into the top right corner, scoring a goal that not only put his team ahead but also lifted everyone from their seats. In the locker room, Ryan gave him a friendly nudge: “That was for the big play, and it all started with a simple ‘pass me the helmet.’”
Come and participate, there's still time. You can find all the information daily in the #Freewritehouse Community. Specifically, today's prompt post:
«pass me the helmet»
Cover of the initiative.
Dedicated to all those writers who contribute, day by day, to making our planet a better world.
Era una tarde fría en Winnipeg, y el vestidor del equipo local estaba lleno del típico ruido de cascos, patines y risas nerviosas antes del partido. Matt, el delantero veloz y un poco bromista, estaba ajustándose las hombreras cuando, sin mirar, le dijo a su compañero Ryan: —Pásame el casco. Ryan se lo lanzó sin pensarlo dos veces, como en cientos de prácticas anteriores.
El partido comenzó con la intensidad que caracteriza al hockey canadiense; el hielo parecía vibrar bajo el peso de los patines y el clamor de los aficionados. Matt, con el casco ya bien ajustado, esperaba su momento. Más tarde, en un contraataque rápido, la defensa enemiga parecía cerrar todos los caminos. Sin perder la calma, Matt recibió un pase certero justo en la línea azul. En ese instante, giró su mirada hacia Ryan y soltó una sonrisa cómplice, como si dijera “ahora es mi turno”.
Con velocidad y agilidad, esquivó a dos rivales en un movimiento tan fluido que parecía coreografiado. El público se quedó en silencio por un momento, impresionado por la jugada. Matt tomó un disparo al ángulo superior derecho, marcando un gol que no solo puso a su equipo adelante, sino que levantó a todos de sus asientos. En el vestidor, Ryan le dio un codazo amistoso: “Eso fue para la gran jugada, y todo empezó con un simple ‘pásame el casco’”.
Ven y participa, aún estás a tiempo. Toda la información la podrás encontrar cada día en la Comunidad #Freewritehouse. Específicamente, el día de hoy, aquí la publicación del prompt:
«pásame el casco»
Portada de la iniciativa.
Dedicado a todos aquellos que, día a día, con su arte, hacen del mundo un lugar mejor.
Ice hockey.
It was a cold afternoon in Winnipeg, and the home team's locker room was filled with the typical pre-game clatter of helmets, skates, and nervous laughter. Matt, the speedy and somewhat playful forward, was adjusting his shoulder pads when, without looking, he said to his teammate Ryan, "Pass me the helmet". Ryan tossed it to him without a second thought, as he had in hundreds of previous practices.
Bing AI
The game began with the intensity that characterizes Canadian hockey; the ice seemed to vibrate under the weight of the skates and the cheers of the fans. Matt, his helmet already tightly fastened, waited for his moment. Later, in a quick counterattack, the opposing defense seemed to close off all avenues. Without losing his composure, Matt received a precise pass right at the blue line. At that moment, he turned his gaze toward Ryan and let out a knowing smile, as if to say, "Now it's my turn."
With speed and agility, he dodged two opponents in a movement so fluid it seemed choreographed. The crowd was silent for a moment, impressed by the play. Matt fired a shot into the top right corner, scoring a goal that not only put his team ahead but also lifted everyone from their seats. In the locker room, Ryan gave him a friendly nudge: “That was for the big play, and it all started with a simple ‘pass me the helmet.’”
It was a cold afternoon in Winnipeg, and the home team's locker room was filled with the typical pre-game clatter of helmets, skates, and nervous laughter. Matt, the speedy and somewhat playful forward, was adjusting his shoulder pads when, without looking, he said to his teammate Ryan, "Pass me the helmet". Ryan tossed it to him without a second thought, as he had in hundreds of previous practices.
Bing AI
The game began with the intensity that characterizes Canadian hockey; the ice seemed to vibrate under the weight of the skates and the cheers of the fans. Matt, his helmet already tightly fastened, waited for his moment. Later, in a quick counterattack, the opposing defense seemed to close off all avenues. Without losing his composure, Matt received a precise pass right at the blue line. At that moment, he turned his gaze toward Ryan and let out a knowing smile, as if to say, "Now it's my turn."
With speed and agility, he dodged two opponents in a movement so fluid it seemed choreographed. The crowd was silent for a moment, impressed by the play. Matt fired a shot into the top right corner, scoring a goal that not only put his team ahead but also lifted everyone from their seats. In the locker room, Ryan gave him a friendly nudge: “That was for the big play, and it all started with a simple ‘pass me the helmet.’”
Come and participate, there's still time. You can find all the information daily in the #Freewritehouse Community. Specifically, today's prompt post:
«pass me the helmet»
Cover of the initiative.
Dedicated to all those writers who contribute, day by day, to making our planet a better world.