Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

  The Postman When he was a child, he always looked forward to the arrival of the postman. Once a week, someone sent him a drawing with an affectionate dedication. Years passed, and the drawings gradually became true works of art, while the dedications became poems filled with feeling. Letters are feelings, so he became a postman. He devoted his life to bringing hope to every home. One day, he knocked on a door to deliver a letter, and a little girl opened it. She greeted him with a broad smile and said: “Do you know who I am?” The postman was surprised and shook his head. “I am the person who sends you a drawing and a dedication every week.” “But you're just a little girl, and I've been receiving those letters for more than thirty years.” And the girl said: “I am feeling itself, and your eyes see me through the gaze of innocence. You see me as I was when I first began sending you those letters. And for feeling and innocence, time does not exist.” El cartero Cuando era niño...

  Sinbad's Diary Day X-2098 of the lunar calendar. Prospecting operations on the lunar soil were following a strict control program. In the silence of empty space, the huge hundred-meter-diameter drills, activated by remote control, had begun their work scratching the surface of the Earth's satellite. Unexpectedly, the four heads, which had only penetrated a few hundred meters, were failing to advance. An impenetrable surface was refusing to allow those great blades to continue piercing the ground. Telemetry from Earth was indicating that it was a metallic structure of amaranth color, which extended over a wide surface. Activities were paralyzed for several days, and Sinbad, who was responsible for monitoring operations from the space center in French Guiana, was worriyng about the delay in the project. Surprisingly, alarm signals went off at the space center as the drilling machines had begun to function without any intervention from control personnel. The following message ...

 Your Secret I'm living with your secret. It is a constant thought. It fills me with despair. It destroys me. It turns my soul inside out. I know that you are unaware that I know your secret, and you look at me with that imploring blue gaze, as though trying to create an impenetrable veil between your eyes and your secret. But sometimes I have the feeling that you do know. Because you lower your gaze, and when I look into your eyes again, I can see unshed tears and an infinite sadness in your expression. Tu secreto Estoy viviendo con tu secreto. Es un pensamiento constante. Me desespera. Me destruye. Me vuelve el alma del revés. Sé que ignoras que conozco tu secreto, y me miras con esa mirada azul, implorante, para crear un velo impenetrable entre tu mirada y tu secreto. Pero, a veces, tengo la impresión de que sí lo sabes. Porque bajas la mirada y, cuando vuelvo a buscar tus ojos, adivino lágrimas contenidas y una tristeza infinita en tu expresión.

Candle A sea breeze came to extinguish the light of a candle, and in the darkness of the night, the candle was lost. She groped her way to a small room and, without knowing it, she placed herself next to a small vase of flowers. When the flowers saw the slender candle, they were surprised that it was out and smiled at it. Then, the candle blushed so much that a spark lit its wick, illuminating and giving life to the delicate skin of the flowers. Candela Una brisa marina vino a apagar la luz de una candela, y en la oscuridad de la noche, la candela se perdió. A tientas se dirigió a un pequeño salón y, sin saberlo, se situó junto a un jarroncito de flores. Cuando las flores vieron a la esbelta candela se extrañaron de que estuviera apagada y le sonrieron. Entonces, la candela se ruborizó tanto que una chispa prendió su mecha iluminando y dando vida a la delicada piel de las flores.  

 The Guardian The narrow path led to a strange place populated by sinister trees. Only the initiates knew the destination of that inhospitable path. It was a small grotto guarded by a jealous guardian to whom visitors had to identify themselves. For over five hundred years he had done his job flawlessly. No one who did not belong to that lodge had managed to cross the dark threshold. He never knew what was happening inside that place and what those adepts were doing. But one day someone went to visit him The and told him that all those who entered that place were not people. They were thoughts, and that he himself had been controlling the access of those thoughts to the Buddha's mind. He was responsible for the purity of the Buddha's thoughts. El guardián El camino angosto conducía a un lugar extraño poblado por árboles siniestros. Sólo los iniciados conocían el destino de aquel inhóspito camino. Era una pequeña gruta custodiada por un celoso guardián ante el cual los visitante...

  Discovery Proxima Centauri b fue durante mucho tiempo el planeta deseado por los científicos para establecer una base experimental fuera del sistema solar. El astronauta abrió la escotilla que permitía salir al vehículo oruga. Lentamente, ocupó su asiento y dio la orden de que el vehículo se dirigiera al suroeste, una posición cercana al montículo Domne. Los sistemas de identificación y seguimiento habían detectado la existencia de un objeto semienterrado que parecía ser una especie de tablón. Al acercarse, la pantalla presentaba la imagen de una superficie lisa en la que se distinguían las letras QR parcialmente borradas. El astronauta dio la orden de desplegar el brazo articulado y con extremo cuidado se desenterró aquel extraño objeto. Para su sorpresa, era un estandarte de las legiones romanas con la inscripción SPQR (Senatus Populusque Romanus). Era una prueba de la existencia de planetas replicantes en un universo en contracción. La vieja teoría de Wegener que predice la et...

  Breathe Actually, I don't know how I got here. This is a warm place. Sweet. I hope, but waiting is kind. I also don't know what I'm waiting for or how long I've been here. Unexpectedly something pushes me I don't know where. I'm going through a kind of tube that narrows, but something pushes me to continue moving through that tube. After a while of suffering, my head comes out of the tube into a space that is foreign to me. Strange sounds reach me, screams from the one I will later recognize as my mother. With difficulty, my right shoulder comes out and a minute later, my left shoulder. Finally, the rest of muy body leave that tube and feels the cold of the new space. Someone turns me on my stomach and suddenly my lungs receive the saving air. Breathing for the first time. In the room they hears my crying and everyone is happy and congratulates each other. Breathe.   Respirar En realidad, no sé cómo he llegado hasta aquí. Este es un lugar cálido. Dulce...

 Things of the Soul One day a special thought arose in a gentle brain. The thought was hungry and she thought about going out to buy a sandwich. As she was crossing the street she realized that she had left her keys at home. Fortunately, he had his mobile phone in his pocket. As it was a subtle, soft and loving but long lasting thought, to ask for help he could only get in touch with very few thoughts, those that were like him. So he called a feminine thought and asked her to put him up at his house until he got the keys back. The feminine thought happily offered her his house. Then the thought was happy during those days and offered the best of his soul to the other thoughts of that brain and furthermore also gave the feminine thought his heart. Cosas del alma En un cerebro amable surgió un día un pensamiento especial. El pensamiento tenía hambre y pensó en salir a comprar un bocadillo. Cuando estaba atravesando la calle se dio cuenta de que se había dejado las llaves en casa. Afo...

  Manfish In general, I am very lucky. My home is a small grotto on the seabed off the coast of Sensilis. My children have grown up very well. Although one of them was captured by a fisherman who immediately took pity on him and returned him to the sea. That has been one of the most terrible episodes I have ever experienced. However, some time ago I noticed with concern that the left gill was losing scales. Two days later, where the scales were, human skin began to appear and is now spreading throughout the body. The fins are developing into limbs and I often have to come to the surface to breathe. And I begin to think that nothing human is going to be foreign to me. Pez humano En general, tengo mucha suerte. Mi casa es una pequeña gruta en el fondo marino cerca de la costa de Sensilis. Mis hijos se han criado muy bien. Aunque uno de ellos fue capturado por un pescador que, inmediatamente se apiadó de él y lo devolvió al mar. Ese ha sido uno de los episodios más terribles que he vi...

Innocence and Sin Crouching among the wheat fields, the Devil weaves a black cloak of shadows. He watches his victims closely. The unwary souls wandering along the barren shores of the River Styx. Whenever they try to reach Charon's boat, he wraps them mercilessly in a darkness no light can pierce. Then he carries them away. Only to return them to life. That is his cruellest punishment. But, in a moment of carelessness, a child runs towards the boat. He slips past the thick shadow. Leaps into Charon's arms. And seizes one edge of the dark cloak. He pulls with all his strength. The Devil is left naked. A thousand suns illuminate the new dawn. And Satan, powerless, begins to shrink... Until he becomes an invisible point. La inocencia y el pecado Agazapado entre los trigales, el diablo teje un negro manto de sombras. Vigila a sus víctimas. Los incautos que deambulan por las desnudas orillas de la laguna Estigia. Cuando intentan acercarse a la barca de Caronte, los e...

Fragile He went to the cave of hell... and returned. He realized that nothing would ever be the same again. The sunsets no longer burned with fire. The gnomes, with their cold and distant cries, smothered the songs of the birds. The fragrances of yesterday had become foul odours, like the smoke of missiles crashing into the earth. He felt fragile. Frágil Fue a la gruta de los infiernos... y regresó. Se dio cuenta de que nada volvía a ser igual. Los atardeceres ya no eran de fuego. Los gnomos, con sus gritos fríos y distantes, ahogaban el canto de los pájaros. Las fragancias de antaño se habían convertido en olores pestilentes, como el humo de los misiles al estrellarse contra la tierra. Se sentía frágil.