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, causing something extraordinary to happen. From that moment on, my memories reached all the way back to the Mesozoic era. The tribe consisted of thirty individuals, and our means of communication was what is now known in India as prana, an energy detected by the “suba,” an organ located in the brain that gradually diminished until it disappeared during the Cenozoic era. We covered our caves with the skins of wild dinosaurs that we hunted with the help of other dinosaurs we had previously domesticated on our farm. We also used them to travel during our hunts. Suddenly, I returned to reality, but my memories remained rooted 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 de hacer una incisión cerca de la gl...