Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

The Other One Today I have kept my promise to keep him under control. I don't really know when he was born or how he managed to grow so powerful. He is like a visitor living inside me, hijacking my thoughts and feelings. The other day I became aware of his existence. It was a strange experience because I had always identified with him. But that day—I'm not sure how—I saw him standing apart from me, at a distance, and I realized how he behaved, hurting both me and those around me. He chatters incessantly, judging others and opening chasms that separate me from them. And whenever he decides to move from the world of thought into the world of words, he wounds the people I love most with careless, hurtful remarks. He will never deceive me again. El otro Hoy he cumplido mi promesa de tenerlo a raya. En realidad no sé cuándo nació y cómo ha sido posible que creciera de esta forma. Es como un visitante que vive dentro y secuestra mis pensamientos y sentimiento...

Osrevinu (Universo al revés) Es pleno día y las estrellas ocultan el sol. Su brillo rompe el azul y lo convierte en rojo brillante. Es la implosión del Universo y las estrellas se aproximan a nosotros a toda velocidad. Esrevinu (Universe from right to left) It's broad daylight and the stars hide the sun. Its brightness breaks the blue and makes it bright red. It is the implosion of the Universe and the stars are approaching us at full speed.

Syria Incredible shadows emerged from the darkest depths of the human soul and built the scene of the macabre desolation. I ran desperately, away from the horror, but another dreadful abyss opened up before me. A huge explosion made me stop and look back. A naked boy, with his eyes out of his sockets, approached me with open arms.... It's hell on Earth. Destroying angels claim their spoils and make the fragile creatures that populate these lands tremble with fear and they wish they had never existed. Siria Increíbles sombras surgieron de lo más abyecto del alma y construyeron el escenario de la macabra desolación. Yo corría desesperadamente, alejándome del horror, pero otro espantoso abismo se abrió delante de mí. Una enorme explosión me hizo detenerme y mirar hacia atrás. Un niño desnudo, con los ojos desorbitados se acercaba a mí con los brazos abiertos… Es el infierno en la Tierra. Ángeles exterminadores recorren estas tierras reclamando su botín y hacen...

Mirrors ...and as she looked in the mirror, she saw behind her the unmistakable images of all the loved ones who from the hereafter protected her... Espejos …y al mirarse en el espejo, vio detrás de ella las inconfundibles imágenes de todos los seres queridos que desde el más allá la protegían…

Deadly game He was getting out in a hearse from playing a card game with his friends. Death had been haunting him. In fact, he was already dead when the game began, since he wanted to die earlier, so as not to have to face death later. Juego mortal Salía, en un coche fúnebre, de jugar una partida con los amigos. La muerte lo había estado persiguiendo. En realidad ya estaba muerto cuando empezó la partida, ya que quiso morirse antes, para no tener que encontrarse con la muerte después.

Friends They had been friends since childhood. On Monday he received the sad news of his death. He attended the funeral on Tuesday. On Wednesday, he accompanied her family. On Thursday, she despaired, cried and regretted never having told him that she loved her. On Friday, someone sent her a letter she had written years earlier, but never dared to send it. And he discovered that a hundred words are worth a thousand pictures. On Saturday he visited the cemetery. On Sunday he dressed in his best suit, and tried to meet her in the infinite blue.  Amigos Habían sido amigos desde la niñez. El lunes recibió la triste noticia de su fallecimiento. El martes asistió al sepelio. El miércoles acompañó a la familia de ella. El jueves se desesperó, lloró y se arrepintió de no haberle dicho nunca que la quería. El viernes alguien le hizo llegar una carta que ella le había escrito años atrás, pero que nunca se atrevió a enviarle. Y descubrió que cien palabras val...

The Plundering of the Present I'm in a borderline situation. Yesterday I was diagnosed with terminal cancer and tomorrow I will be tested to try to delay its devastating effects. There is a possibility that I may suffer what they call a temporal progression, to lose memories in order to find the abyss. Apparently, inside the hypothalamus there is a tiny organ that has branches with the mammillary bodies, and if it is affected by the compounds that they are going to injecteto me for the test, it can make me live and experiment permanently in the future. A frightening idea because I'll lose the touch with the present. I will not be able to communicate with anyone and I will also know what is going to happen to people and I will not be able to warn them of what awaits them. On the other hand, I will fall into the abyss where memory is lost and I will only be able to experience forward, towards the future of the future. So tonight I will say goodbye to everything and eve...

Human beings There are people getting you be a better human being and people getting you be worse one. People to live for and to give their lives for. People who kill and people who are killed for. And there are the infinite people, those who, no matter how much you are with them, it is never enough. Personas Hay personas que suman y personas que restan. Personas por las que vivir y por las que dar la vida. Personas que matan y personas por las que se mata. Y están las personas infinitas, aquellas que por mucho que estés con ellas, nunca es suficiente.

The last defeat He was on his way back from the crusades. A deep wound had deformed his face forever. Even in the worst moments of the struggle, his heart and mind had always been far from the battlefield, in the distant lands where he was born, in the white estancias where he had lived his childhood and adolescence. But much deeper than the enormous scar, had been the tragic experience of recent months. The bloody clashes and the constant presence of death had changed his soul. Heaven had closed its doors to him, and in the deep nights sleepless he could no longer compose those sweet stanzas accompanied by the ancient stringed instrument his grandfather had given him. Smell of blood, sweat and feces. Ancestral rhythms. Heartbeats was hitting the temples, dry throat, and deafening wails and screams bathing his senses. That was the only thing left after all. A Muslim? A Christian? It doesn't matter. A human being facing his fate and lives his last defeat. La últ...

Breaking the wall Breaking the wall, run, opening my soul, suffer to the point of ecstasy, and finally find you. Romper el muro Romper el muro, correr, abrir el alma, sufrir hasta el éxtasis, y finalmente, encontrarte. Разбейте стену Разбейте стену, бегите, открывайте душу, страдайте вверх до экстаза и, наконец, вы его найдете. 打破 墙壁 打破 墙壁，奔跑，打开灵魂，患有 直到你达到狂喜，你会找到她的。