Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

Bjorn Among them, a young scientist had an irresistible fascination for the young woman. He had had a chance to admire her when she was in a unconscious state when the blue men rescued her from the time capsule. At that moment he tried to guess the color of her eyes. Days later, when he could see her behind a hidden window, he recognized that they were the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. Of Nordic origin, Bjorn was interested in her from the first moment, and his interest went beyond scientific curiosity. Although it was precisely his interest in science that at first had prompted him to move to Peenemünde to participate in the so-called ‘Arne project’ in honor of the name of Lunia's father. Later he would remember his boat trips with Lunia on the Peene River. It was October 2, 1942. The first A2 rocket was to be launched the next day, equipped with an automatic guidance system designed by technicians at the German Army Research Center under the direction of Wernher von...

Madness Deformed monsters accompany me, spiders on the back of huge toads try to reach my cheeks, pale, bony. I rebel against that. Desperately I kneel down and cover my face with my hands. The toads go through the meat, the tendons, the bones and take over my face. I want to scream, but only laughter and praise to the dark come from my throat. From my arms hang stony excrescences that do not decide to abandon them, and my eyes linger on being distracted witnesses of how spiders devour the interior of my bones.   Locura Monstruos deformes me acompañan, arañas a lomos de sapos enormes tratan de llegar a mis mejillas, pálidas, huesudas. Me rebelo. Con desesperación me arrodillo y me tapo la cara con las manos. Los sapos atraviesan la carne, los tendones, los huesos y se adueñan de mi cara. Quiero gritar, pero de mi garganta solo salen risas y alabanzas a lo oscuro. De mis brazos cuelgan pétreas excrecencias que no se deciden a abandonarlos, y mis ojos se entretienen en ser te...

Lunia Lunia had been born in a small village in the fjords. Her father was a military leader, and because of the bravery and courage he showed at the Battle of Hafsrfjord, King Harald (the one with the fair hair), in recognition of his heroic courage, appointed him Jarl of the Shetlands. Lunia had to do a turbulent journey from Lindisfarne to Fair Island. During the voyage, the intense rain, the enormous waves that hit the ship and the violent treatment to which her father subjected her, weakened her health and her spirits.  So much so that, the first night on the ship, after her father raped her, Lunia surprised him from behind and killed him. Her first impulse was to explain to the crew what had happened, but frightened by what she had done and thinking about the reaction of those fierce warriors, she threw herself into the sea. Without knowing how, the waves threw her to a beach and the closed night did not allow her to distinguish the details surrounded her. Exhaus...

Scientists A group of scientists from Peenemünde gathered to try to find a way to explain to Liuna why she was there. Although it was not the first time, having someone from the 9th century as a guest was already something that forced to fight on many fronts at the same time: the language, the daily experiences and the natural environment of Lunia had nothing to do with the new world of twentieth century. Also, having into account the fact that she was going to have to travel in time to the 30th century to avoid the disappearance of humanity, they doubted that his mind could overcome all that. The stopover that Lunia was to make in Peenemünde was part of the plan conceived in the XXX century. Lunia, slanted green eyes, brown hair, sensual lips, and very attractive, did not imagine that her future was written, and that she inadvertently was arousig admiration and some other feeling among some of the members of the group of thorough sages. Científicos Un grupo de científicos ...

Зов звезд Когда звезды зовут нас, неважно, какого эмиссара они посылают с просьбой о нас, мы будем рады, что были здесь. И от звезд мы продолжим заботиться о тех, кто останется здесь. Без того, чтобы они осознали это, мы будем обнимать и целовать их и становиться частью их жизни оттуда, пока звезды не отправят нас сюда снова.

The Call Of Stars When the stars call us, no matter the emissary they send asking for us, we will appreciate have been here. And from the stars we will continue taking care of those who stay here. Without them realizing it, we will hug and kiss them and become part of their lives from there, until the stars send us here again.   La llamada de las estrellas Cuando las estrellas nos llamen, no importa el emisario que envíen preguntando por nosotros, agradeceremos haber estado aquí. Y desde las estrellas seguiremos cuidando a los que aquí se quedan. Sin que se den cuenta, los abrazaremos y besaremos y formaremos parte de sus vidas desde allí.       Зов звезд Когда звезды зовут нас, неважно, какого эмиссара они посылают с просьбой о нас, мы будем рады, что были здесь. И от звезд мы продолжим заботиться о тех, кто останется здесь. Без того, чтобы они осознали это, мы будем обнимать и целовать их и становиться частью их жизни оттуда, пока звезды не отправят н...

Коронавирус И Господь не знал, что делать. И люди молились и просили помощи. И существа земли оплакивали происходящее. Сам коронавирус, несмотря на себя, не знал, что он делает.

Шип Это была белая роза. Красивая, хрупкая. Когда она опасно приблизилась к его стеблю, шип возник из ниоткуда и пронзил его нежную кожу. Капли красной крови, ноющие, упали на ее лепестки, и роза медленно покраснела. И раскаявшаяся роза поклонилась, чтобы ласкать ее лицо и просить у нее прощения. Она отвечала ему поцелуем, сладким поцелуем, который навсегда объединил их.

Песня об отдыхе Он медленно одевался в свой лучший костюм. Он попрощался со своей семьей и друзьями и пошел в морг. Врачи предсказывали, что его смерть наступит этим утром. Осторожно он вошел в гроб и стал ждать смерти.

Peenemünde Research Center Liuna was confined to that room for seven endless days. Only one person visited her, also with a mask and gloves, who without saying anything at all, left him on a table made of a material he did not know, a tray with her daily food. She was able to identify fish and sometimes meat, got used to baked bread, and learned to use cutlery on her own. Most of the food was foreign to her, but the sheer need to satisfy hunger made her get used to eating it. She was wondering what she was doing there, so far from everything and everyone. The abuses he suffered from her father had led her to the situation he was experiencing at the time. She would never have made it to that strange island if the fateful night when she defended himself against her father lost her mind and ended in the death of her father. The height of the windows did not allow her to see what was outside. She heared strange noises and sometimes voices in the form of screams that she did not know ...

Wernher Lunia sat on the bed and tried to stand up, but at that moment the door opened. Dressed in a dressing gown, a mask and gloves, a young man entered and spoke to her in Old Norse: "Lunia, I'm Wernher, your doctor." Lunia dived into the sheets, her wide eyes staring fearfully at Werner. His face was almost hidden by the mask but his voice was pleasant. "Where I am?" Her own voice sounded strange to her, as if it belonged to someone else. "In a safe place. You have nothing to fear. I would like to help you so that your adaptation to the new situation is as traumatic as possible. You are going to see things that you could never have imagined, so I beg you not to try to understand them and accept them as they are. The people with whom you are going to interact hardly speak your language, but it is absolutely necessary that you have contact with them so that you can help us progress in the knowledge of your past. That is all I can tell you....

The Warriors A metallic voice, in Old Norse, rang in her mind: -Lunia, don't be afraid. We are here to help and protect you. When she approached the exit of the grotto, one of them offered his hand hoping that Lunia would accept his help to get out of there. Lunia, fearfully clung to that hand and instead of noticing the cold touch of an armor, a warm sensation made her shudder, because apart form that, the softness of 'that thing' was as if she were touching her own skin. She woke up in a strange room. After what had happened, she did not remember anything. The room's walls were very regular, unlike her home back in Lindisfarne. Two large openings in the walls were covered in something transparent that insulated the room of the outside and at the same time allowed daylight to penetrate the entire room. She was lying on a cozy, fluffy surface, and she couldn't explain anything that was happening to her. Los guerreros Una voz metálica, en nórdico anti...

The Hidden Face of the Moon Moon and Sun, Sun and sea. Golden pond where you, Moon, are looking at yourself. Moon, Moon Moon, in your hidden face you have the child that populated my childhood. Why, Moon, have you kidnapped him, condemning him to live without light in that hidden, sad face of yours? It will be because your heart envies that boy who riding his silver horse defied the angry waves that you encouraged. It will be because you are complicit in the dark maneuvers of the night. And you know, Moon, that with your behavior, you allow the nocturnal beings to populate the souls and surrender the days to your wishes.       La cara oculta de la luna Luna y sol, sol y mar. Estanque dorado en el que te miras. Luna, luna lunera, en tu cara oculta tienes al niño que poblaba mi infancia. ¿Por qué, luna, lo has secuestrado, condenándolo a vivir sin luz en esa cara tuya oscura, triste? Será porque tu corazón envidia a aquel niño que a lomos de su cab...

The Inner Sea But her falling occurred slowly, as if a fluid denser than air occupied the space of that well, making her falling very smooth. Finally she dived into the water, or what she believed could be water, because, surprisingly, she could breathe in that unknown environment. She swam up to the surface and could see an enormous calm liquid surface and in the distance a grotto through which the light penetrated. Two huge warriors, dressed in what she thought were armor, were waiting for her at the exit of that inland sea. Their faces were hidden by metal masks. They gestured to her to come closer. She was afraid, but had no other choice except close up to the output.   El mar interior Pero su caída se producía lentamente, como si un fluido más denso que el aire ocupara el espacio de aquel pozo haciendo que su caída fuera muy suave. Finalmente se zambulló    en el agua, o lo que ella creía que podía ser agua, porque, sorprendentemente, podía respirar en aque...

The New Scenario (1) January 2022: as a consequence of the global pandemic declared at the end of 2019, the countries of the European Union have decided to dissolve it due to the ineffectiveness of their institutions. Africa, the continent hardest hit by the pandemic, has lost more than half of its population. After the worst humanitarian catastrophe in its history, the United States has given up world leadership because of the unstoppable force of China. Russia has managed to rehabilitate the ghost of the former Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. Following the impressive evolution of electronic money during this short period of time, the new financial system has undermined the old order. The money as we knew it until now has disappeared and transactions worldwide are carried out with cryptocurrencies. Wealth has changed hands. The richest are citizens residing in the countries least affected by the pandemic. The price of food products has multiplied by two hundred in the e...

The New Island Surprised, she got up to flee from the proximity of those birds that looked at her strangely and caused her a certain dislike. With her clothes ragged and numb, she tried to find a glimpse of buildings or signs that the island was inhabited. Nothing she could see from there allowed her any hope. She walked slowly away from the beach towards a small forest. She had always dreamed of the creatures that populate the forest, ever since her mother told her about their existence. With a certain suspicion, she approached that magical place and the branches of those enormous trees interwoven a cloak that hardly let sunlight pass. She went into the thicket and when she could barely see the entrance to the forest as a small luminous spark, she felt fear. Not for long, because as she advanced in the middle of that gloom, her feet gave way and she began to fall and fall ... La isla nueva Sorprendida, se levantó para huir de la proximidad de aquellas aves que la miraban extra...

Lunia Lunia had been born in a small village in the fjords. Her father was a military leader, and because of the bravery and courage he showed at the Battle of Hafsrfjord, King Harald (the one with the fair hair), in recognition of his heroic courage, appointed him Jarl of the Shetlands. Lunia had to do a turbulent journey from Lindisfarne to Fair Island. During the voyage, the intense rain, the enormous waves that hit the ship and the violent treatment to which her father subjected her, weakened her health and her spirits.  So much so that, the first night on the ship, after her father raped her, Lunia surprised him from behind and killed him. Her first impulse was to explain to the crew what had happened, but frightened by what she had done and thinking about the reaction of those fierce warriors, she threw herself into the sea. Without knowing how, the waves threw her to a beach and the closed night did not allow her to distinguish the details surrounded her. Exhausted, she fell...

Spikes I am crossing a field of spikes, and not to be left alone, the full moon is with me. Without haste, my steps lead me to the huge era where the harvests sleep. The heat is suffocating, but the spell of the moment is revealed in each look, in each exhalation, and it is only fleetingly, when the heat liquefies out of the pores of the skin, to forget about me again. The moment becomes infinite, loaded with evidence of the miracle, of the unfathomable. The era takes over the center of the universe, and the harvests are the innumerable stars of the secret that covers the nakedness of my solitude. Espigas Voy atravesando un campo de espigas, y por no dejarme solo, la luna llena me acompaña. Sin prisa, mis pasos me conducen a la enorme era donde duermen las mieses. El calor es sofocante, pero el embrujo del momento se revela en cada mirada, en cada exhalación, y no es sino fugazmente, cuando el calor se licua saliendo por los poros de la piel, para volver a olvidarse de mí. ...

Wake up (2) This connection between the two universes gave me a special position, since I could perceive both realities, one of them non-existent for everyone. Between the thousands of eyes, two sapphires of immense blue attracted my attention. His sweet expression calmed me and at the same time made me feel safe. Some of them stopped looking at me to direct their eyes to the sapphire eyes. However, they slowly drifted away, and the other eyes followed, leaving a thick black void around me. Suddenly, I remembered the phrase of my imminent funeral and of the impossibility of communicating to those people that I was alive. The shock of remembering suddenly made those thousands of eyes reappear. It is as if everyone is waiting for some kind of outcome. Then I heard the same phrase: - The funeral will be tomorrow. The corpse must be prepared. And it occurred to me to think that I had gone ahead in time, and that when I heard that voice the first time it was about having lived a...

Wake up (1) At the time of my death, thousands of eyes were watching me closely. And when I decided to go back to life, those eyes were perplexed, as if they wanted to tell me that they didn't understand my decision. Upon returning, I remember that my first sensation was that of touch. I could feel the sheet covering me. Next the cold of the surface on which he was. I assumed it was glass. However, no muscle in my body obeyed my orders. After a few moments, I heard someone say: “The funeral will be tomorrow. The corpse must be prepared.” Those thousands of eyes kept looking at me, now with an interrogating gesture. They expected a reaction from me to that phrase. They also watched my skin. My body had started to break down and after my decision to return, the cells started working again, and my cerulean skin took on a new shade of pink.   Despertar (1) En el momento de mi muerte, miles de ojos me miraban atentamente. Y cuando decidí retroceder a la vida, aquellos ojos s...