Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

The Scimitar Hidden at the bottom of an old trunk, it waited patiently to be discovered by its owner. It is the summer of 2193. A teenager, aware of the destiny he has awaited for a thousand years, frantically searches the trunk for the scimitar that someone had hidden in the attic long ago. Despite all the precautions taken by his family over the centuries, the prophecy is about to be fulfilled. Maulana Arshad al-Din, the Sufi mystic, predicted in 1360 that Saladin would return a thousand years after his death to resume the expansion of Islam until Allah became the only God worshipped on the face of the Earth. The prophecy, recorded in one of his hidden manuscripts, also foretold the death of Richard the Lionheart at Saladin's hands. A prophecy that tore through the veil of time: Saladin had died before Richard. Believing that Richard must be in Hell, the young man searched for him in vain. He scoured the places where they had fought: Acre, Arsuf, Jaffa... Finally, he found him in...

  Something It is still beyond naming. Yet Everything is there. Past, present, and future. Sins and miracles coexist in peace. The souls of travelers know this. They cross the threshold that leads them from Nothingness to Everything. All moments coexist as one, and every moment is an act of creation. And each of them is already there before arriving. Everything is yet to be fulfilled, and everything has already been fulfilled. Without Something, there is only Nothingness, and nothing takes place without It. Souls communicate through It, and justice and injustice embrace within Its being, beyond good and evil. Algo Todavía es innombrable. Pero allí está Todo. Pasado, presente y futuro. Pecados y milagros conviven en paz. Las almas de los viajeros lo saben. Cruzan el umbral que las lleva de la nada al Todo. Todos los instantes conviven en uno, y cada instante es un acto de creación. Y cada uno de ellos ya está allí antes de llegar. Todo está por cumplirse y todo ya se ha cumplido. Si...

  The Ghost at the Café Where visual storytelling meets artificial intelligence. A mysterious figure appears in a café. A solitary customer sits at a table. Is this a memory, a dream, or an encounter between two worlds? Every image can be the beginning of a story. The Ghost at the Café is my first digital product created around a reusable ComfyUI workflow using Stable Diffusion XL (SDXL). The downloadable package includes: A reusable ComfyUI workflow (JSON). A bilingual PDF guide (English and Spanish). Three example images (PNG). A README file with instructions. Designed for digital artists, writers, and anyone interested in exploring the relationship between artificial intelligence and visual storytelling. Available on Gumroad for €5: https://7paco7.gumroad.com/l/ghost-at-the-cafe-comfyui ComfyUI and the compatible SDXL Base 1.0 model are required and are not included in the download. El fantasma de la cafetería Cuando la narración visual se encuentra con la inteligencia artifici...

Writing He began to write, and became so lost, so very lost, that no one has been able to find him since. Escribir Empezó a escribir, y se perdió tanto, tanto, que ya no lo han podido encontrar.

When a Man Loves a Woman The Evolution of Love When a man loves a woman, there is no path to follow. Time ceases to exist. There are no arguments, no others. The lover is no longer aware of himself. There is only a sublime peace surrounding the lovers. But then, once you have settled into heaven, your mind begins to think. Thinking is the enemy of feeling, because thinking means measuring. To think and to measure are, in a sense, the same act. When thought invades that space, there is no room left for love. Finally, war breaks out between the soul and the mind. And heaven disappears. © 2016 Francisco Martínez Carreño Cuando un hombre ama a una mujer La evolución del amor Cuando un hombre ama a una mujer, no hay camino que seguir. El tiempo deja de existir. No hay discusiones, no existen los demás. El enamorado pierde incluso la conciencia de sí mismo. Solo queda una paz sublime que envuelve a los amantes. Pero entonces, una vez instalado en el cielo, la mente comienza a pensar. Pensar ...

  The Dream of Time / El sueño del tiempo is now a book. What began years ago as a collection of short bilingual stories published on Twilight’s Flash Fiction — Relatos cortos crepusculares has now taken a new form. Thirty stories have been brought together in a single volume, combining fiction, visual interpretation and reflection. Time. Memory. Identity. Consciousness. Loss. Transcendence. The perception of reality. These themes appear again and again throughout the book, approached from different perspectives and through very different stories. The structure follows the idea that has gradually become part of this project: READ · WATCH · REFLECT Read the story. Contemplate the image. Pause to reflect. The Dream of Time / El sueño del tiempo is available in both Kindle and paperback editions. Kindle — Amazon.com Paperback — Amazon.com Thank you to everyone who has visited, read or followed this blog over the years. In many ways, this book wa...

Posthumous Kisses At midnight. Hidden by the shadows. Tasting of eternity. Black kisses. Kisses in mourning for the death of your love. Icy onyx stones embedded in my lips. Bitter kisses, but kisses nonetheless. Besos póstumos A medianoche. Ocultos por las sombras. Con sabor a eternidad. Besos negros. Besos de luto por la muerte de tu amor. Gélidos ónices incrustado en mis labios. Besos a margos, pero besos al fin.

  The Empty Table Every morning, as he had done for so many years, he rose with the quiet joy of knowing he would have breakfast with her. She always waited for him in a small, secluded café in the city centre, not far from his home. He stepped inside wearing the smile of someone about to meet the person he loved. The empty table tightened around his heart. Someone had to tell him, as they had every morning for the past year, that she would not be coming back. Then, for a fleeting moment, he remembered that she was dead. Slowly, almost unable to walk, he made his way home to wait for the next morning. La mesa vacía Cada mañana, como desde hacía tantos años, se levantaba con la ilusión de desayunar con ella. Ella siempre le esperaba en una recoleta cafetería del centro, cerca de su casa. Entró con la sonrisa de quien va a reunirse con su amor. La mesa vacía le encogió el corazón. Alguien tuvo que decirle, como cada mañana desde hacía un año, que ella no volvería. Entonces recordó, s...

Someone Someone proposed a fabulous deal to him. A million euros later, he found despair waiting for him, sitting in front of his door, and without asking for permission, it settled in his wallet, never to leave again. Alguien Alguien le propuso un negocio fabuloso. Un millón de euros después, encontró a la desesperación esperándole sentada frente a su puerta, y sin pedirle permiso, se instaló para siempre en su cartera.