Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

Love to love The party was over. The last guest, Alfred, left the room with a sad gesture. He had lost a diamond ring just before entering the party. It was the ring with which he was going to ask the hostess to marry him. Someone had an interest in that request would not take place, so the loss of the ring was providential, or better said, it was very well planned. The maddened love for that woman had no limits, so the author of that evil, once the first part of her plan had been overcome, the next step would be to conquer that woman's heart before her opponent reacted. When she rang the doorbell, she thought of what she was going to say. “Hello.” “Hello Carol. Come in.” Carol paled. Her beloved was wearing the diamond ring that she had tried to make disappear. “What do you want?” “That ring?” “Alfred came back last night and gave it to me. He told me that before coming to the party you took it away from him to prevent him from asking for my hand. He realize...

Azaleas The azaleas had tried to lean out the huge slab. The snow covered with its icy mantle the folds of the long marble tunic that fell from the base of the cross embracing the imposing mausoleum. The angel who accompanied in solitude the pale female figure resting in that empty space, was carrying himself his index finger to his lips in a sign of silence. The epitaph, in Gothic letters read: I await your return. That morning, a newborn cry from the bowels of the mausoleum broke the silence that for so long the angel had known how to keep. It was the resurrection of the pale female figure, the second opportunity to live in a new being. Like a chrysalis, she appeared to life to begin again, in an endless cycle, the adventure of creating for her the time and space, the unfathomable mystery of life. Azaleas Las azaleas habían intentado asomarse a la enorme losa. La nieve cubría con su manto gélido los pliegues de la larga túnica de mármol que desde la base de la cr...

La luz que sin luz me alumbra procede del sentimiento y es la única locura para vivir con cordura el mal de tu alejamiento.

The Letter That afternoon he needed writing a letter. He should have done so immediately after, in the middle of the battle, he suffered a serious accident that was preventing him from remembering clearly some experiences or memories in a random way. Now he was facing the worst. He was having to confess everything to his wife before they could see each other face to face. He couldn't stand their gaze, so he was going to explain her everything in a letter. ‘Dear...’ ‘I don't remember my wife's name...’ Someone knocked on the door. ‘Go ahead’ ‘Hello. Your husband is waiting for you in the captain's office. He's very worried about the accident you had, and he's explaining him some details.’ La carta Esa tarde, él necesitaba escribir una carta. Tenía que haberlo hecho inmediatamente después de que, en plena batalla, sufriera un grave accidente que le impedía recordar con claridad algunas vivencias o recuerdos de forma aleatoria. Ahora ...

Time And he became eternal when he realized that he could snatch the life's times of strangers he approached when they were alone and stored their times for himself. So, day after day, the police found corpses he left in his wake, and the forensics, after performing autopsies on them, were unable to determine what were the reasons for the deaths. Tiempo Y empezó a ser eterno cuando se dio cuenta de que podía arrebatar los tiempos de vida de desconocidos a los que abordaba en solitario y almacenarlos para él. Así que, día tras día, la policía encontraba cadáveres que dejaba a su paso, y los forenses, después de practicarles las autopsias, eran incapaces de dictaminar el motivo de las muertes.

Flying Sails She'd been away from home since she was a little girl. She always remembered her father's smile during bad times. She barely enjoyed his love, and when he left she could not say goodbye to him. The flying sails ascended to the black sky in celebration of the Chinese New Year. Chi Liang opened his purse and took out an amulet. She stroked it gently and pronounced her father's name, and in doing so, one of the flying sails reversed its course and descended to the height of Chi's face. The light changed to red, her father's favourite colour, and then she heard the flying sail make a 'I love you' sound. Then the lamp rose and disappeared into the night. Velas voladoras Había estado fuera de casa desde que era una niña. Siempre recordaba la sonrisa de su padre en los malos momentos. Apenas disfrutó de su amor, y cuando se fue no se pudo despedir de él. Las velas voladoras ascendían al negro cielo en la celebración del año nue...

Monday It was a sunny day at the begining of the scholar year. Many boys and girls were running and walking through the park. The killer was watching them hidden behind some bushes. One of the boys goes alone and sit down on a bench, near the killer. “Psss” “Hm?” “Here.” “Who are you?” “I am one of your classmates.” “I do not recognice your voice.” “We have not had the chance of talking.” When the boy tried to see him, the killer hit him on the head and shoved him into the bushes. When it got dark, the killer took the boy's body and put it in a van.  Goto Tuesday Lunes Era un día soleado al principio del año escolar. Muchos niños y niñas corrían y caminaban por el parque. El asesino los estaba viendo escondidos detrás de unos arbustos. Uno de los chicos va solo y se sienta en un banco, cerca del asesino. -Psss. "¿Hm?" -Aquí. -¿Quién eres tú? -Soy uno de tus compañeros de clase. -No reconozco tu voz. -No tenemos la ...

Tuesday The boy woke up. He was gagged and bound by his hands and feet. The killer's eyes, his face hidden by a mask, were staring at him. And he told him: “I'll ask for a ransom for your life. I know your parents have a lot of money.” “Hmm.” “Now I'm gonna take your gag off and you're gonna talk to your parents.” He took the gag off from the boy's mouth and untied the rope that aprehended the hands of the boy. Suddenly, the killer began to feel ill. his hands trembled and a cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He fell to the ground and desperately said to the boy: “Hurry, the pills. The pills. They're in that jacket.” A malicious smile appeared on the boy's face. “You're going to die because I'm not going to do anything to save you.” Martes El chico se despertó. Estaba amordazado y atado por las manos y los pies. Los ojos del asesino, su cara oculta por una máscara, lo miraban fijamente. Y él se lo dijo: -P...

The Alien A stranger approached me. He invaded my living space. I didn't know what to do because I was convinced that his intentions were not good. I tried to get away, but there were so many of us gathered there that I could barely move. Someone told me then that the stranger would attack us, because it was a virus that selectively attacked us, the cancer cells. El desconocido Un desconocido se acercó a mí. Invadió mi espacio vital. Yo no sabía qué hacer porque estaba convencida de que sus intenciones no eran buenas. Intenté alejarme, pero estábamos reunidas tantas allí que apenas me podía mover. Alguien me dijo entonces que el desconocido nos iba a hacer daño, porque se trataba de un virus que atacaba de forma selectiva a nosotras, las células cancerígenas.

A White Soul She is a woman in love. In love with life, in love with the Moon, in love with all the magical things that you can find in this world and outside it. She talks to trees, to stars, to little beings living in forests, in rivers. She has a magical world, and her soul is part of all souls. Her spirit drinks the essence of life. If you like to visit her magical world, this is the link to enter in it:  Katemantis  Un alma blanca Es una mujer enamorada. Enamorado de la vida, enamorado de la Luna, enamorado de todas las cosas mágicas que puedes encontrar en este mundo y fuera de él. Habla con los árboles, con las estrellas, con los seres pequeños que viven en los bosques, en los ríos. Ella tiene un mundo mágico, y su alma es parte de todas las almas. Su espíritu bebe la esencia de la vida. Si te gusta visitar su mundo mágico, este es el enlace para entrar en él:  Katemantis 

The Visitor It was when I was going back from my last space walk. After having inspected the survival of solar panels to small meteorites as I passed near Saturn, I approached the airlock at the entrance to the spacecraft, when a pull of the safety rope on my back stopped me. My first reaction was panic. Then, when I turned around, not knowing how, the panic gave way to emotion. A small being, clinging to the rope, was approaching slowly, and his gaze, like that of a sugar glider, was telling me that I was there to carry out a mission. I couldn't explain how he could communicate with me, but that's how it was being. He kept getting closer and when he was a few centimetres away from the helmet, he disappeared. But before that, he told me: -I'll wait for you inside the ship. When I entered, there it was. -We're going to travel together. And when you discover everything there is outside during the journey, you'll understand why I'm here. Fu...

The whisper of water The water was freezing. Thirty degrees below zero. Completely naked, I plunged into the hole I had previously made in the ice that had formed on the surface of the lake. What I least expected was to find myself in those waters, under the thick layer of ice, a wooden chest attached to a chain that reached to the bottom, or so I supposed, because the chain was lost in the icy waters when I tried to follow it with my eyes. The chest was the size of a shoebox, and it was luxuriously carved and hermetically sealed. I tried to help myself with the chain, but soon discovered that I couldn't get to the other end. I had to go upstairs to breathe. I ascended to the surface, and as I entered those waters again, there was no trace of the chest or the chain. Annoyed, I tried to descend through vertical in which I supposed the copper had been and... I did! At the bottom, in the distance, you could see the chest that was descending quickly. I assumed that it was the ch...

A por tus amores fui Mañanitas alegres, dulces recuerdos, que donde preso estoy solo me quedan mis sentimientos. A buscarte fui, tempranito, y en aquel ribazo tu amante estaba. No pude por menos que imaginarme lo que haría aquella mañana. Sin sentirlo me fui a verlo y sin saberlo muerte le di. Así mi vida de la tuya se fue y encerrado aquí estoy sin ti pagando el error que cometí. I went looking for your loves Happy mornings, sweet memories, that where I am imprisoned I only have my feelings left. I went looking for you, early, and on that ribazo your lover was. I couldn't help but imagine what I would do that morning. Without feeling it I went to see him and without knowing it, I gave him death. So my life from yours was gone And locked up here, I'm without you paying for the mistake I made.

Peter Peter considered himself a lucky man. At the age of thirty he had been lucky enough to see unique sunsets from the Himalayas. He had travelled all over the world and known exotic places. The city of Srinagar captivated him. The Hermitage and Catherine's Palace made him dream. The Grand Canal of Venice was a gift to his senses. The unforgettable red sunsets of Santorini. And always accompanied by the love of his life. An extraordinary woman who was always attentive to his needs which were not few. For that woman he would have given everything he had, even his life. Her honey-coloured eyes always smiled at him. Her lips, sweet and fresh, were a source of love. Her silken skin carried him to warm, lazy universes. The best moments were being spent as volunteers in refugee camps in the Middle East. Among the ramshackle tents they had met the most important people in their lives, the children, always cheerful, and their grateful mothers had given them humanity, much more t...