Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

Crying The dome shone brighter than ever. The Emir had the sensation of being in a unique space, a space that invited him to pray, to ask for the prisoners that the crusaders was retaining, for more than a year, in one of the dungeons of the Antioch prison. To subdue the city, the emir's troops had placed the camp around Antioch. The plan to reach the prisoners and free them was to dig a tunnel from the camp. A few months after starting work, when they were a few meters away from the dungeon, they stumbled across a huge block of wood. Abenamar had the ability to communicate with insects. In his palace, he had arranged rooms that he had prepared to harbor many kinds of these invertebrate animals, including termites. The Emir asked him for help. Abenamar replied that the prisoners would be released at dawn of the third day. Termites had done their daily work, but far from resting they continued to open the tunnel through the immense underground construction. It was an ...

Nothing I expect nothing, I have nothing. Just your smile is all my faith. Nada Nada espero, Nada tengo. Solo tu sonrisa es todo mi anhelo. ничего Я ничего не жду, У меня ничего нет. Только ваша улыбка он наполняет все. 沒什麼 我不期望任何事情， 我什麼也沒有。 只是你的微笑 填滿一切

Lighting We were returning from a mission in the North Sea. The submarine reached the surface and I headed for the outer hatch. We had been under extraordinary pressure, due to the state of alarm caused by the discovery of an underwater platform the size of a square kilometre, on whose surface drawings and unknown signs were displayed. When I managed to open the hatch, a blinding light drew me back. It was a very strange happening, considering I had my eyes closed. It wasn't my eyes that were getting that light. Gradually, its intensity was replaced by a bluish halo that slowly changed tone and took the shape of a silhouette. A silhouette of a woman who moved her lips trying to tell me something. I don't even remember if I actually could opened the hatch. Fiction is nothing more than the sum of many realities. And the reality is that we were glued to that damn platform, and that we were going to die. It wouldn't let us escape. And the female figure was the spokes...

Sea Sea, sky and waves. An empty boat in the sun. A castaway I am. Waves, sky and sea. It's all in the past, And everything is to come. Elusive feeling. Because nothing remains forever and ever, the eternal,   contained in an instant is. Mar Mar, cielo y olas. Una barca vacía al sol. Náufrago soy. Olas, cielo y mar. Todo es pasado, Y todo por pasar. Inasible sentimiento. Porque nada permanece eternamente, lo eterno,   contenido en un instante está.

Wormhole We were returning from the planet Ixos in the Cassiopeia star planetary system in the Andromeda galaxy, and the ship made its way through a wormhole. Time and space are controlled in a wormhole by entering parameters that define the ship's course. The time and space in which the spacecraft moves allow the journey to be made in an instant, but a strange phenomenon occurs to human beings: as the spacecraft accelerates, human beings backwards time and space. So when we entered the hole, I began to experience how my body wa rejuvenating as the images transported me to my past. The wormhole output was on the Mojave Desert. When we landed, we surprisingly discovered that our bodies didn't return to their old forms. We were children again. Agujero de gusano Volvíamos del planeta Ixos en el sistema planetario de la estrella Casiopea en la galaxia de Andrómeda, y la nave realizó su viaje a través de un agujero de gusano. En un agujero de gusano el tiempo ...

The duel I fired first and failed. A big ball crawled through my throat. He fired and failed. The heavens opened up again for me. I can't think of her as his wife, but as my lover. And after this fate, we'll be a threesome for all eternity. El duelo Disparé primero y fallé. Una gran bola se abrió paso a través de mi garganta. Disparó y falló. Los cielos se volvieron a abrir para mí. No puedo pensar en ella como su esposa, sino como mi amante. Y después de este lance, seremos un trío para toda la eternidad.

The bond of time The drakkar was facing a major storm in the Bering Sea when it came across an American aircraft carrier. Two moments in time was crossing between them, in the same place. The Vikings could not believe what their eyes saw: a floating fortress. The crew of the aircraft carrier thought some Hollywood production company was shooting a movie. El lazo del tiempo El drakkar se enfrentaba a una gran tormenta en el mar de Bering cuando se cruzó con un portaaviones estadounidense. Se cruzaron dos momentos en el tiempo, en el mismo lugar. Los vikingos no podían creer lo que veían sus ojos. La tripulación del portaaviones creía que alguna productora de Hollywood estaba grabando una película.

The return of time He knew they'd come back, but he couldn't stop visiting that grave. They were chasing him since they knew he knew about their plans. At that moment the moon illuminated the white gravestone and the silence of the cemetery made him all the senses sharpen. In his imagination, his son spoke to him from the grave and encouraged him to continue. Suddenly, something moved behind a nearby tree. There was nothing he could do. Because he could barely resist a massive force that prevented him from moving. They were already here! He watched in terror as they approached him. He was desperately trying to run away, but he couldn't move. And those beings approached slowly. Etheric beings, with large eyes and transparent skin. He wished he'd never known anything. Never. In his brain the voice of tallest being sounded. "Don't be afraid. We came here to resurrect your son. We don't have any plan that you can imagine. We just want to give y...

Bones Bones are dry, cold, draft. The heart crazy. Deaf strident fight, useless and fruitful, of having you and not having you. Having you is my only faith, and lose you, my death. Huesos Los huesos secos, fríos, calados. El corazón desbocado. Lucha sorda y estridente, inútil y fecunda, de tenerte y no tenerte. Tenerte es mi única fe, y perderte, mi muerte.

The dawn of the last day She was living in Paris and was an expert in biochemical processes related to behavior and thought. She had gone out into the street alone with a handbag and an umbrella. She didn't know she was starting a journey from which she couldn't return. A journey that would take her to strange places, accompanied by strange beings. She was on his way to work when a heavy rainfall hit buildings and passersby. The water curtain prevented her from seeing someone approaching and pulling heavily on her arm. Suddenly she saw herself inside a car, and its thoughtlessness strangers were hooded men. The next thing she remembered when she woke up was the deafening noise of an engine. She thought she was on the inside of a plane. It was not. Her captors had retained her in one of the rooms of a textile factory. They came looking for her and blindfolded her. They got into a car and were driving for more than 12 hours. Her fellow travellers spoke among them, but she...

Words One day a few words came together with the intention of knowing which was the best. But one of them questioned the question, because each word has a peculiar resonance. And each resonance activates in the brain the light that illuminates thought. But in order for this to happen, it is necessary that several lights be lit consecutively, forming a prayer. It is necessary for the words to walk one after the other so that the thought can interpret its melody.   Then they were knowing that each one separately from the rest of them could not go very far, but chained together they could achieve any goal. Las palabras Se reunieron un día algunas palabras con la intención de saber cuál era la mejor. Pero una de ellas cuestionó la pregunta, porque cada palabra tiene una resonancia peculiar. Y cada resonancia activa en el cerebro la luz que ilumina el pensamiento. Pero para que eso se produzca el necesario que se enciendan consecutivamente varias luces, f...

Journey to the core of fear Despite the inhospitable terrain, exploration was short-lived. Although we had the necessary resources, it was not possible to identify the source of the problem. And that is how I told the Commission. The expedition had been planned for a maximum of three hours, but when it was time to return we had a serious problem. The exit way was blocked. And fear made its appearance. We didn't know how to get out of there... And then the fear asked me: "Why do you fear me? If you loved me, you'd consider me, and I could help you. Even if you're not become aware of it, I've always protected you. And you, however, return to me the favor by hating me. I can be very small or very big, it's up to you. It's all up to you." The access to the circulatory system was done through the femoral vein, and soon we reached the left ventricle. The micro submarine was moving smoothly through the bloodstream. The interior of the submarine was ...

Os recomiendo leer  El libro de la bicicleta , de  Editorial Marcombo . Presenta de forma amena e instructiva todo lo referente a este interesante vehículo al que nunca se le han reconocido lo suficiente sus méritos, como facilitar la práctica de ejercicio físico, el respeto por el medio ambiente, el ocio del paseo, etc. Para los que se inician en el mundo de la bicicleta, el libro presenta una introducción a los diferentes tipos y sus características, explicando las diferencias entre los distintos modelos, proporcionando una completa guía para facilitar su elección cuando decidamos comprar una o varias, dependiendo de las necesidades. En un estilo sencillo y práctico, en sus apartados se desvela con todo lujo de detalles cada uno de los componentes que forman parte de los distintos tipos de bicicletas. Las ilustraciones, con fotos a todo color, complementan las explicaciones de los pasos a seguir, indicando las herramientas necesarias para su montaje y desmontaje. ...

The Past of the Future “I want to talk to you because I would like to confess you that there is something that happens to me frequently.  Some of my thoughts materialize sooner or later. When I think something bad is going to happen, it really happens. I no longer know if I am the one who causes them to happen, or maybe the explanation is that I can see what is going to happen. I have to know if I am the cause, because if so I can be responsible for much suffering.” “I think I have the answer. Thoughts are transmitted from brain to brain, they are alive, they are transformed. A brain transmits, and other brains interpret, add, modify, and the naked thought of the first brain is dressed in the clothes provided by other brains. But thoughts, unlike what we believe, have a life of their own and take possession of the wills. In fact, they create the wills. The real thing in this world is thoughts. Thoughts have created human beings, and it is humans who belong to the world of f...

The Whim of Evil The dawn surprised him with a deep despair. The last hope of finding his daughter alive had vanished. Red thoughts of red vengeance invaded his heart, interrupted by the intermittent memories of her little one's childhood. The killer, an old friend. The murder, slow strangulation. Black lights, black shadows. The trial. A small room. The defendant, the judges and him. Verdict: guilty. When the prisoner came out, preceded by two civil guards, he gave him a hug and at the same time fired several bullets, which made their way through the chest of his old friend. The prisoner slumped to the ground without life. El capricho del mal El amanecer lo sorprendió sumido en un gran desconsuelo. La última esperanza de encontrar con vida a su hija se había desvanecido. Rojos pensamientos de venganzas rojas invadían su corazón, interrumpidos por los intermitentes recuerdos de la infancia de su pequeña. El asesino, un viejo amigo. El asesinato, un lento...

Udo The strange silhouette was drawing itself on the orange background of neon lights. The newcomer was surprised by that appearance and did not want to continue contemplating it. So he closed his eyelids tightly and began to pray. Someone spoke very slowly in his ear: "Don't you know Udo? Udo is burdening with the weight of the souls of the people of this town and of those who visit it, and his figure is transformed depending on the soul that he burden in each moment. He's carrying your soul right now. He can barely walk and looks grotesque and disgusting. That's who you are. Think about how you're going to ease their suffering. What are you going to do?" The newcomer knelt, and as he gazed at the grief of the strange creature, his eyes filled with tears. So much so that he could barely see how the strange creature was transformed into a being of wonderful light, reflecting the feelings of compassion that filled the newcomer's soul in that...