19 gennaio 2025
Sabato e domenica, nei capannoni della fiera, 300 arcieri provenienti da tutta l’Emilia Romagna sono stati protagonisti ai campionati regionali organizzati dalla società Arcieri Orione di Casalgrande
SCANDIANO (Reggio Emilia) – I capannoni dell’ente fiera hanno ospitato nel weekend i campionati regionali indoor di tiro con l’arco. L’evento, promosso dalla Fitarco nazionale e regionale, è stato organizzato dalla società Asd Arcieri Orione di Casalgrande con il patrocinio del Comune.
In gara tutte le categorie: giovanissimi, ragazzi, allievi, juniores e master, sia maschili che femminili, nelle tre discipline dell’arco nudo, dell’arco olimpico e del compound. “Abbiamo organizzato questa manifestazione con i migliori arcieri della regione. In totale, sono circa 300 atleti”, le parole di Maurizio Cattani, presidente Arcieri Orione Casalgrande.
Numeri di grande rilievo, che testimoniano come questo sport, che ogni 4 anni durante i giochi olimpici diventa sempre protagonista, sia fortemente praticato sul territorio. “E’ uno sport di forte sviluppo, soprattutto tra i più giovani – ha aggiunto Cattani – Lavoriamo parecchio nelle scuole”.
Reggio Emilia Scandiano tiro con l’arco campionati regionali indoor tiro con l’arco
Certainly! Hear’s a short story written in a haunting, Gothic tone:
The wind howled through the skeletal trees, their bony fingers clawing at the moonlit sky. The old manor loomed ahead, its shadow stretching like a dark hand reaching for me. I had come here seeking answers, but the air itself seemed to warn me away, thick with the scent of decay and secrets long buried.
The iron gate groaned as I pushed it open, the sound echoing into the void beyond. The gravel crunched beneath my boots, each step a drumbeat in the silence. The house watched me, its windows like hollow eyes, and I felt its gaze pierce through me, into the very marrow of my bones.
Inside,the air was colder,heavier. Dust hung like a shroud over the furniture, frozen in time.My flashlight flickered, casting eerie shapes on the walls—shadows that seemed to move when I looked away. I climbed the creaking staircase, each step a test of my resolve. The whispers began as I reached the landing,faint and distant,but impossible to ignore. they clawed at my mind, fragments of a language I could not understand, yet somehow knew.
I followed the sound to a door at the end of the hall, its surface carved with symbols that made my skin crawl.The handle was cold, even through my glove, but I turned it anyway. The room beyond was small, empty save for a single mirror. Its surface was black as a void, and though I stood before it, it reflected nothing but darkness.
And then, it moved.
A shape emerged from the abyss, flickering and distorted. It reached out,its form shifting,becoming something I could not comprehend. I stumbled back, but the whispers grew louder, sharper, until they were a scream that filled my skull. The door slammed shut behind me, and the light died.
In the darkness, I felt it—the presence, ancient and malevolent, wrapping itself around me. Its voice, barely a whisper now, spoke a single word: Mine.
Let me know if you’d like me to expand or adjust the tone!
