Bronze

Titela Durnea
The town was coming to life. Pedlars were wandering around the stands placed in front of the houses where joy found shelter. Eleftheria washed her face with cold rose water, braided her ebony hair and pinned her tunic with her metallic pin. She leisurely set off on the winding streets. Crete's sea welcomed her with hot sand and strings of pearls. Illias' ship was 5 months late. When a wave spat the ring at her feet, she knew. She slowly submerged into the blue. At dusk, the white tunic and the metallic pin, were returning home.
 
 Daniela G. Pătrașcu
I went live so I could broadcast the sunrise at 5.54 A.M. For 4 minutes, just enough to see the sun above the sea. I had the feeling that a golden cup embraced me from head to toe. I was so touched that I could not get one word out of my mouth. I felt as if I stole the sunrise, hid it in my luggage and took it home. It wasn't even the first time, but today, it felt totally unique. I could feel how I was the only one in the world who was soaking the sun's tan, transforming it in a cup full of gold.

Fabiola Stoi
I know that they found my great-grandfather by the woods, close to winter, fed by wolves and brought as oblation to people for every prey taken from the yards around the forest. That's where Ilie and Smaranda lived, the ones with no kids, so they became his mother and father, giving him their love and teaching him how to be a blacksmith. And Ioan's descendants, well-known blacksmiths, were able to do lots of things: for animals, households, fields, wars. Yesterday they brought in the workshop enemy tanks, to make church bells out of them.

(Translated by Cristina-Paula Grosu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)