Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

Pegasus 2 Pegasus had no doubt about who it was. It was Roc, the guardian of the forests. The defiant gaze of Pegasus overcame the resistance of the imposing winged figure. Roc took to the skies and let them continue their journey, but before that, he broke the spell and allowed time to resume its course. However, while Siegfried returned to himself, three hundred years had passed, and his eyelids had fused with his eyes. Blind and disoriented, despair took hold of him. Once again, it was Pegasus who stayed by his side and encouraged him to finish the journey and meet Ingrid. When they arrived at their destination, Pegasus described to him in great detail the extraordinary beauty of Ingrid. She, for her part, in an act of infinite compassion, approached Siegfried and, with her hands, caressed his eyelids. Miraculously, at the touch of Ingrid’s hands, his eyelids separated from his eyes and opened wide. Siegfried knelt before Ingrid and kissed her hands. Pegaso 2 Pegaso no dudó de quie...

  Pegasus 1 He rose before dawn. He had spent the entire night awake, restless over the journey he would undertake at daybreak. In his mind, over and over again, he reviewed the route that would take him to the County of Rowling, where his beloved yet unknown Ingrid of Thule awaited him. About a hundred leagues from his lands, that county was covered by forests as ancient as the world itself, home to mysterious beings spoken of in old legends. When the first rays of the sun turned the palace towers to gold, Pegasus was already waiting, bridle prepared. A servant held the saddle while Siegfried gently stroked the mane of his travel companion in gratitude. With the servant’s help, he mounted Pegasus. Rider and horse: the perfect symbiosis between two noble souls . No one could quite remember when Pegasus had come to occupy a place of honor in the palace stables. The oldest in the court said that Siegfried’s father, when he was a child, had forged an unbreakable bond with that hor...

  Those Who Receive Me and Those Who See Me Off We are wave-beings, a concentration of waves moving through space. When we interact, it is the waves that do so. Over time, waves change their characteristics, which is why they age. There are unwritten laws that are unfailingly fulfilled. The wave-beings who received me when my collection of waves manifested visibly are the same wave-beings who will see me off when my waves oscillate at a frequency where they no longer manifest visibly. Although the appearance of the waves of these beings may suggest otherwise, they are the same wave-beings. Quienes me reciben y quienes me entregan Somos seres-onda, una concentración de ondas que se mueven a través del espacio. Cuando interactuamos, son las ondas las que lo hacen. Las ondas, con el paso del tiempo cambian sus características y ese es el motivo del envejecimiento. Hay leyes no escritas que se cumplen indefectiblemente. Los seres-onda que me recibieron cuando mi conjunto de ondas...

  Wilhelm I write these memories from my current existence, now retired, after a life spent as a telecommunications engineer in Spain. One could say that each moment contains both the beginning and the end of multiple parallel existences—realities we unknowingly inhabit. We are unaware that we live intertwined in infinite loops of possible lives, each born from a single decision made at a specific point in time. In my case, when I was just a baby, my parents were forced to move to more prosperous areas of Spain, hoping for a better life. However, in those times of limited opportunities, they were unable to improve their situation even in the big city. That was when my father suggested to my mother that they move to Germany. After a long and painful conversation, she admitted she wasn't ready to live in another country. I remember her tears, her despair, and my father's silent frustration. In the end, they decided to return to our small village, thereby choosing their future… ...