Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

Masks By day he was a torturer for the Inquisition. Every night he was becoming a devout and humble monk. It was a clear night when he was returning to the monastery. He realized that someone was following him. He accelerated his pace. He heard the gasping breath of the stranger behind him. After somo yards in which it seemed that the heart was going to come out of his chest, he had the courage to stop. She could hear no one. The silence was absolute, but he dared not look back. He began to walk slowly and those steps sounding behind him hammered his ears again. He thought he was going to die when he noticed a slight pressure on his shoulder. He turned and saw someone very much like him but somewhat changed. The greenish skin, his eyes wideopen, the transparent cheeks... -I'm coming to warn you. If you enter the monastery, this one you see will be your aspect within a week. You'll be rotting underground. Someone waiting for you will kill you. Before that appariti...

Tales from hell My tremendous life, full of murders and crimes has brought me here. I say well, here to Earth. There, where I come from, this destiny awaits the worst being, like the greatest of punishments. In reality, my crimes have their justification, even if it doesn't seem so. When I was very young, They were locked me up in filthy cubicles. From above, with huge pointed sticks they was   trying to inflict wounds on me, and finally they was allowing me to go out into a free space, or so I thought, because I tried to find an exit following the wall, and incomprehensibly ended up in the same place. It looked like a circular construction, I think that was the explanation. Then, after some time, they repeated it again, but this time one of them stood in front of me with something like a cape. I threw myself at him and hit him until he died. That was repeated a few more times for some time, and now, after my death it turns out that I am here and as I have been told, w...

The crypt As every year, following the Martian calendar, the spaceship landed silently near the cemetery. Silence. A sad silence was made when one by one they entered the crypt to honor their deceased, their famous deceased. Lights of the sunset. No one broke that silence and slowly, the numerous family prepared to return to the spaceship. The slow footsteps of the relatives leaving the cemetery could still be heard weakly, when from inside the superb stone construction, a strange whisper made the youngest of them turn towards the crypt. It was not the time to hear any sound from the crypt. The deceased rested on a huge bed lovingly prepared. Every five years, he woke up and the family came to spend the five hours of his resurrection with him. But that happened during the idus of the ternaries, that is, within three months. The young man ran to the crypt, opened the gate, entered the room and found Edgar sitting on his bed. "Hello Robert. I had to come back to life beca...

The Cathedral As a child, he had visited the cathedral with his parents. He was so impressed by that imposing space, the weak illumination of enormous blue candles and the endless elevation of the immense columns that he was certain that when he was older he would live there. He knew that that imposing black marble building would belong to him. Now, as bishop, was he entering that monument with the certainty that he would accompany it for the rest of his life, and that he would be buried there. His father had directed the construction of the cathedral many years before, and knew all the secrets of its structure. When he was little, he fed his imagination by talking to him about the hidden rooms, the endless corridors beneath the floor, and the strange circumstances in which the best stonemason died. Now all that belonged to him. One night, when the city was sleeping, he climbed into the dome and faced a small door. His father had warned him never to open it. With infinite curi...

Tears He took refuge in his thoughts. Outside, his senses only perceived noise. After a few moments, without knowing how, two twin tears began to slowly furrow his cheeks. Tears full of memories, of future pasts. Virgin tears, so pure that they was concentrating all the feeling of the universe. Tears for human suffering. Tears for having lived. Those tears contained everything. And they detached themselves from the cheeks and reached the ground. And the feeling, that it was themselves, was dispersed in thousands of small tears extending through the soil to reach the other end of the world. And so the feeling took over the Earth. Lágrimas Se refugió en sus pensamientos. Fuera, sus sentidos solo percibían ruido. Después de unos instantes, sin saber cómo, dos lágrimas gemelas empezaron a surcar, lentamente, sus mejillas. Lágrimas llenas de recuerdos, de pasados futuros. Lágrimas vírgenes, tan puras que concentraban todo el sentimiento del universo. Lágrimas por el sufrimien...

The room The little-lit room had become his only room. A vital room, sometimes sweet, sometimes hostile, but always surprising. There he was living the most unlikely adventures from the moment that his brain refused to obey him. Sometimes, the pale blue of its walls was the sky of an aviator in his flight through a spectacular storm. Other times it was a battlefield where he faced the armies of Genghis Khan. Other times, it was the engine room of a submarine in full battle against the forces of evil. One summer morning, someone opened the window wide and the penetrating light invited him to freedom. So without thinking about it, he threw himself through that long-awaited fissure into the future. What was surprising was that the psychiatric hospital nurses could see him floating, going out through the window, defying the laws of gravity, and heading for infinity, out of reach of everything and everyone. La estancia La estancia, poco iluminada, se había convertido en su ...