Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

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...