Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

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.