Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

The Years of Harmony My memories no longer accompany me as before, but I would dare to say that those years of harmony, which were exactly two and a few days, remain intact in my memory. I learned to see everything through your eyes, to value the infinite moments of you. I remember every moment of every day. A week after the two years had passed, I was lost. And here I am, in a mental hospital, not knowing who I am, and trying to remember you. Someone tells me that I have been here for ten years, and that a woman comes to visit me every day. I don't know who she is, but she insists that we've been together for over two years. However, you are in my memory, but I can't remember your face. The only thing that feeds me are the memories of those years and the hope of recovering your image. Los años de la armonía Mis recuerdos ya no me acompañan como antes, pero me atrevería a decir que aquellos años de la armonía, que fueron exactamente dos y algunos días, permanecen intactos e...

High Expectations Last year I started working in a department store as a stocker. I had recently finished my specialty in quantum electrodynamics and was very excited that I might discover, without anyone noticing, the technology behind some quantum mirrors that the company had installed on the main floor. When you stood in front of the mirror, the electromagnetic waves formed images of places where you could be at the same time as in the room. The sensation was that of these physically in the two places. I thought that using the detectron I could spy on the mirror's electroluminescent components, but that was not the case. When activating it, something went wrong and now I am behind the mirror, without knowing how to escape, and nobody notices my absence because another stocker exactly like me, created by the mirror, does my job. Altas expectativas El año pasado entré a trabajar en unos grandes almacenes como reponedor. Había terminado recientemente mi especialidad de electrodinám...

Unraveling the Future 'But the promises, like white doves, took flight never to return. It was the moment of forgiveness. Sorry for so many things. When the Earth contemplates its last sunset, our tired eyes will say goodbye to the planet to look for a new home in the stars. The eunuchs, annoyed by the cloud that prevented them from seeing the moon, began to scream and their bodies began to convulse frantically.' The above is a fragment of what Magnus the giant will write in five million years, when the Sun stops shining. At some point, time has turned around and brought me this legacy from the future. Descifrando el futuro 'Pero las promesas, como palomas blancas, alzaron el vuelo para no regresar. Era el momento del perdón. Perdón por tantas cosas. Cuando la Tierra contemple su último atardecer, nuestros ojos cansados se despedirán del planeta para buscar una nueva morada en las estrellas. Los eunucos, contrariados por la nube que les impedía ver la luna, empezaron a grit...

 The Magnus Codex In the summer of the year 2100, an ancient medieval codex fell into my hands by chance, in which the name of Magnus appeared in large letters and in which the steps to be followed in the exploration of a cave. Also, at the end, it described the place inside the cave where another codex had been deposited, a continuation of the previous one.Two cavers and a humanoid, we began the adventure guided by the content of that codex. After a long journey that led us to the center of Africa, we arrived at the appointed place. The access was semi-hidden by vegetation. Upon entering, a nauseating smell forced us to use oxygen masks. Flashlights illuminated the difficult access to what appeared to be a narrow, dank passageway. The humanoid warned us of the presence of bacteria that our immune system could not combat. We activated special filters, and after going through that passageway, we headed to the place that the first codex indicated where the second codex was. A chest a...

 The magic in things (7) On one of the remote planets to which we had to descend due to a technical problem, I met an extraordinary being. He revealed to me that he was immortal. The secret of his immortality lay in a kind of plant that grew in one of the salt lakes, between active volcanoes. The ingestion of this plant allowed that, at the moment of dying, the cells of any of the organs of his body, they gave rise to new cells in perpetual reproduction that replaced the primitive cells forming a new organ that grew as the old one reduced its size till disappear. La magia en las cosas (7) En uno de los remotos planetas al que tuvimos que descender por un problema técnico, conocí a un ser extraordinario. Me reveló que era inmortal. El secreto de su inmortalidad residía en una especie de vegetal que se producía en uno de los lagos salados, entre volcanes activos. La ingestión de esa planta permitía que en el instante de morir las células de cualquiera de los órganos de su cuerpo, d...

The King's Coachman He has been a palace coachman for almost twenty years and barely exchanged a few words with his majesty when he entered his service. During all those years he has followed the instructions of the King's aid in his displacements, either for the king to hunt in the forests near the Palace or to travel for days to distant countries accompanied by the royal procession. Sometimes he would go weeks or months without seeing his daughter. Today he could barely hide it. In vain he tried to repress the tears when he learned of the fatal illness of his daughter. Unexpectedly, the voice of the King's aid rang out loudly. "Coachman, stop!" When the carriage had stopped, the king got out and addressed the coachman. "Every year on this day, for twenty years, you cry bitterly because you relive the loss of your daughter. Today, on the anniversary of her death, your spirit dresses up in that moment twenty years ago and draws your present." "After...