Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

 Sherlock Holmes Dawn surprised him feverishly typing the code with which to hack that damn account. He had been sitting in his wheelchair for over twelve hours and was exhausted. He was thinking of giving up, when surprisingly the bank's protection system gave in to the code he had just entered. Ever since the fateful accident that left him a paraplegic, he had been preparing to consummate his revenge, to savor this moment. With an emotion comparable to the sacrifice of all those years of programming learning, he pressed the key to transfer all the funds to an account in the name of his son, in the Cayman Islands. Exactly one hundred million, two hundred and fifty-three thousand dollars and thirty cents. He felt full, his victim would pay dearly for that accident that left him in a wheelchair forever. He could rest now. Rest from that nightmare. Several days after carrying out his cyberattack, he received a message in his email inbox. Someone threatened to kill him if he didn'...

The Art of Time Subjective time is made up of atoms. An endless string of living atoms winding through space. When the time atoms of two lovers talk to each other, a new life is created and a new row of child atoms will learn to talk and communicate with other atoms. When a person's row of atoms wanders through space without interacting with another row, a devastating phenomenon appears: loneliness. In this case, the atoms are left alone and lose the ability to speak and interact. El arte del tiempo El tiempo subjetivo está formado por átomos. Una interminable hilera de átomos vivos que serpentean por el espacio.  Cuando los átomos de tiempo de dos enamorados hablan entre ellos, se crea una nueva vida y una nueva hilera de átomos infantiles que, aprenderán a hablar y a comunicarse con otros átomos.  Cuando la hilera de átomos de una persona vaga por el espacio sin interactúan con otra hilera, aparece un fenómeno devastador: la soledad. En este caso los átomos se van quedando s...

'Oblivion' Island The travel agency brochure explained in great detail the activities offered at Isla Olvido, except for the welcome surprise. The agency was assuring that the tourist would forget everything and start living a new life. And it really it was so. When we got to the island, we all passed through a gate that sported a semicircular arch. Moments later I was unable to find any old or recent memory. A true rebirth. This allowed me to live new experiences without the weight of memories. It was like hanging the past on the hall coat rack. On leaving, the opposite happened.  So at the same time that I was recovering my past, I didn't remember anything about that special vacation. Only what they have told me, because I don't remember anything that I experienced in 'Olblivion' Island. Isla 'Olvido' El folleto de la agencia de viajes explicaba con todo lujo de detalles las actividades que ofrecía en Isla Olvido, excepto la sorpresa de bienvenida. La ...

Survival The fast-paced life of Wall Street led me to undergo emergency surgery for a brain tumor. The surgeon must have made an incision near the pituitary gland, which caused something amazing to happen. From that moment, my memories went back to the Mesozoic era. The tribe was made up of thirty individuals, and our means of communication was what the Indians now call prana, the energy detected by the 'suba', an organ located in the brain, which was gradually reduced until it disappeared in the Paleozoic era. We covered our caves with skins from wild dinosaurs that we hunted with the help of other dinosaurs that we had previously tamed on our farm. We also used them to move around during hunts. Suddenly, at one point during the surgery, I came back to reality, but my memories remained in that ancestral memory. Supervivencia La vida acelerada de Wall Street me llevó a someterme a una operación de emergencia debido a un tumor cerebral. El cirujano debió hacer una incisión cer...