Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

The Monastery At the witching hour, the monastery loomed against the fading light as an exhausted traveller approached its gate. He grasped the heavy iron knocker and struck the ancient door. Then he waited. And waited. Finally, he knocked again. Slowly, the hinges groaned as the massive door creaked open. A small man, his face deeply pitted by smallpox, peered out from beneath the hood of his habit and silently beckoned him inside. "I am Fray Ernesto, from the Abbey of Cadbury. The prior is waiting for me." "The prior died this morning. We are keeping vigil over his body. Tomorrow he will be buried here." Brother Ernesto, out of his mind, replied to the friar: "It's not possible! He was having to give me some very important documents." "Come with me and you will see for yourself." They passed through the dark cloister, dimly lit by the torch carried by the friar. The room, a naked cell, housed the lifeless body of a yo...

Transmigration The experience has been incredible. My brain functions have been gone for a few seconds, or so I thought. When I recovered at the hospital, someone told me that four years had passed. During those seconds, I have visited the worlds that await me for the next eons. And I can say that not even the most disturbed mind could have a slight idea of that. I'm just going to tell you that I'd give anything to avoid that journey, and live here forever. Worlds populated by tiny beings and Polyphemuses. Jungle's worlds, where there are no inanimate beings. Rocks that feel and move very slowly on the ochre ground that screams as the rocks pass through it. Trees that desire you and extend their branches to embrace you.... Transmigración La experiencia ha sido increíble. Mis funciones cerebrales han desaparecido durante unos segundos, o al menos eso creía yo. Cuando me recuperé en el hospital, alguien me aclaró que habían transcurrido cuatro años. ...

Before and After Everything around me moves backwards. I grew old before I was born. I lost you before I met you. I fell ill after seeing the doctor. And I died before I ever lived. Antes y después Todo a mi alrededor se mueve al revés. Envejecí antes de nacer.  Me separé de ti antes de conocerte.  Estuve en el médico y después me puse enfermo. Y finalmente me morí antes de vivir.

World Version 2.5 Today, according to ancient chronology, we are in the year of the Lord 2500. Astrum (the former Google company) has taken control of the Earth. Its leaders, along with the other smaller corporations, have put their idea of what the world should be like into practice. They have complete control over everything and everyone, but they also make sure that no one lacks anything. It is the sacrifice of freedom for security. Its Council of Ministers meets daily to organize the world and make decisions of all kinds. For this purpose, they have consultants distributed all over the earth's surface, as well as automatic autonomous systems (SAA) that are integrated in all equipment, robots, cyborgs, etc. and the latest generation of birdbots. Versión del mundo 2.5 Hoy, según la cronología antigua, estamos en el año del Señor 2500. Astrum (la antigua empresa Google) se ha hecho con el control de la Tierra. Sus dirigentes, junto con las otras corporaciones ...

The Handkerchief Thief The handkerchiefs contain the feelings of tears, and have also at some point enveloped the laughter of innocent souls and the unparalleled perfume of their purity. Therefore, someone who cared very much for the laughter of his secret love tried one day to steal a handkerchief that her owner had carelessly dropped on the floor. “I'm sorry. You dropped your handkerchief.” Someone had stepped forward and returned the garment to the embarrassing young woman. It didn't matter. He would keep trying until I got that handkerchief in his hands. That's why, day after day, he watched his beloved's movements thinking of the perfume on her handkerchief. Until one day, without expecting it, someone behind his back called him. “Hello, Juan.” He winced, for that voice contained all the nuances of the universe. I couldn't answer. “He... he.... hello.” I've come to give you the handkerchief you've been chasing all these months. ...

Parker Spacecraft It looks like a plan designed for humans to study the Sun. But the Parker spacecraft already knows what's there. That's why she is happy. Everything seems very scientific, but it is about something else. It is about the spirit of the Universe and the spirit of the Sun. To three million and seven hundred thousand miles from the Sun, tiny green beings direct the solar spirit and tame it so that the temperature is reduced from one million degrees in the solar corona to six thousand degrees. These green beings are indefatigable and have already been in communication with the probe. They will introduce Parker to the solar spirit and he will be delighted to receive in his home a gift from human beings. La sonda Parker Parece un plan diseñado por los humanos para estudiar el Sol. Pero la sonda Parker ya sabe lo que se va a encontrar allí. Por eso está contenta. Todo parece muy científico, pero se trata de otra cosa. Se trata del espíritu ...

Trouts While enjoying the feast, some trout commented on the result of their hunting. They had left early. They captured two adults and a young man. The adults had resisted a bit, but in the end they were done with them. The young man was captured and held in a grotto. For hunting, they had prepared with breathing systems and sophisticated search and seizure equipment. The Species Control Centre had predicted an increase in the plague of human beings. Instructions had been given to hunt them for a limited period of time. They couldn't do anything with them, just exterminate them. Their meat was not suitable for feeding the carnivorous systems that populated their sea gardens and from which they were supplied for food. Emerge ashore was always an unsuspected danger. It was considered a hostile environment. You had to have certain skills and fear was an irreplaceable friend not to risk too much. The cities under the sea had everything they needed, but they had leaving th...

Concerns The road leading to the cemetery was lined with small houses, some dilapidated, others half in ruins. The carriage moved slowly, its poorly greased axles breaking the silence with their mournful creaking. Three small figures dressed in deep mourning struggled to keep up with the procession. Tiny. Fragile. Helpless. The youngest turned to her sisters and asked: "How will our hamster sleep in heaven tonight?" Preocupaciones El camino que conducía a la explanada del cementerio estaba flanqueado por pequeñas casas, unas destartaladas, otras medio derruidas. El carruaje avanzaba lentamente y el silencio solo era interrumpido por el chirriar de sus ejes mal engrasados. Tres pequeñas figuras vestidas de riguroso luto seguían la comitiva con dificultad. Frágiles. Desamparadas. La menor preguntó a sus hermanas: —¿Cómo dormirá esta noche nuestro hámster en el cielo?

The doors of paradise are only open to those who have previously traveled through hell. Las puertas del paraíso solo se abren a los que previamente han transitado por el infierno. 天堂之 门只向那些曾经穿越地狱的人开放。 Врата небес открыты только для тех, кто путешествовал по аду

Fragments of love The thorns of the damned man's cross were making him bleeding profusely. The centurion addressed him. “Have you learned your lesson yet? You should not have defied Caesar's power.” The condemned, exhausted, was unable to respond, but his eyes expressed everything. The tears, mixed with blood, drew a heart on the ground. The dark evening let the last rays of sunshine illuminate the cross, whose long shadow was cast over the curious who mocked and pointed their fingers at him. Fragmentos de amor Las espinas de la cruz del condenado le hacían sangrar abundantemente. El centurión se dirigió a él. -¿Ya has aprendido la lección? No deberías haber desafiado el poder del César. El condenado, exhausto, era incapaz de responder, pero sus ojos lo expresaban todo. Las lágrimas, mezcladas con sangre, dibujaban en el suelo un corazón. El atardecer, oscuro, dejaba que los últimos rayos de sol iluminaran la cruz, cuya larga sombra se...