Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

Christmas He worked at an astronomical observatory. That landscape and the special characteristics of the environment had molded his character, and during the infinite nights had lived in that place he had learned to love solitude. He had met astronomers and researchers, and had very good friends among them. And they taught him to see the stars in a different way. That night he made the usual round. He had done so many times those operations of supervision and maintenance, that he wasexecuted the movements and actions without hardly realizing it. But that night, when he accessed one of the domes, he saw a light at the base of the telescope. The light varied in intensity and changed color, spanning the entire spectrum from deep red to violet. As it approached, that luminous form rose to a height of several meters and flew toward the door. He followed her and she drove him to a nearby place, and among some bushes, the light of that thing allowed him to see a newborn who was smil...

Neurits The director of the department of operational research in artificial intelligence was euphoric. The team responsible for the development of neurits had found that in the brains of the robots, there was having connections between the circuits and neurons, forming neurits. These connections, similar to those that normally occur in neurons, had been produced endogenously, that is to say, without the intervention of any external process. The affinity of neurons for circuits was something that no one had been able to predict. Now, the new hybrid brains could multiply the performance of intelligence that is no longer so artificial. Neuritos El director del departamento de investigación operativa en inteligencia artificial estaba eufórico. El equipo responsable del desarrollo de neuritos había constatado que en los cerebros de los robots, se habían producido conexiones entre los circuitos y las neuronas, formando neuritos. Estas uniones, parecidas a las que ocurren ...

Wings He had always dreamed of being able to walk. As far as his memory goes, he remembers that he has been looking out over the same landscape all the time. At first, far from his reach, the birds was looking at him strangely worried. The days passed, and the years, and the birds learned to love him and to share with him their best moments, and from them he received the longed-for caresses. He has always been at the mercy of the whims of nature, but he soon became accustomed to the sometimes tender, sometimes ruthless language of the sun and the rain.   Although he loved everything around him, he would have liked to be able to travel, to know other landscapes, to learn other sounds, to harbor the hope of being able to contemplate the dawns in distant places. Someone came to tell him that some of his best friends would never visit him again. Two tears escaped from his eyes and fell at his feet, on the ground. And the earth, moved, consoled his sorrow. And he tried to r...

The Most Dark Darnkess Dark street. No word. Struggle. Screaming. Rape. Crying. La más oscura oscuridad Calle oscura. Ninguna palabra. Forcejeo. Gritos. Violación. Llanto.

Look for Me When I am gone, look for me in the roses of your garden, in the caresses of the sea breeze, in the red sunsets and in the worlds that inhabit your dreams. When I am gone, cross every morning the threshold that leaves nostalgia behind and take me with you to weave the day together, to savour the pleasure of every instant, so the night may gift us the moment when I can ask you to lend me your voice to tell you that I love you. Búscame Cuando ya no esté, búscame en las rosas de tu jardín, en las caricias de la brisa marina, en los atardeceres rojos   y en los mundos que habitan tus sueños. Cuando ya no esté, cruza cada mañana el umbral que deja atrás la nostalgia y llévame contigo para tejer juntos el día, para saborear el placer de cada instante, para que la noche nos regale el momento en el que te pueda pedir que me prestes tu voz para decirte que te quiero.

The morning The morning was opened itself through the heavy concrete walls of the prison. The prisoner was   waiting without waiting for the moment of his execution, without noticing how the rays of the sun, obstinate in illuminating his instants, fell on the black and white photo hanging from the wall. A happy family. His father was huggeing his mother's waist and he was kissing her, smiling. Those rays of sunshine stopped over the photo. -Son, don't be afraid, death is just one more step in our infinite walk through the stars. Don't let fear cloud your soul. We forgive you, but human justice does not. You took the lives of both of us and we both remain united and we love you. That statement was interrupted by the lock of the cell. The prisoner looked the jailer in the eye, thanked him and went down the hall to the room where the executioner was waiting, to fulfill his destiny. La mañana La mañana se abrió paso entre los pesados muros de hormigón de ...

Symphony of the inverse On a rainy day, gondolas furrowed the sky supported by ether. The drops started from the ground and was go up, whipping the hulls of the boats. The Earth was squeezing, like a lemon,   over the equator and fed on the water of the poles, and the ships followed the flows of the water. That was up in the sky. Underneath, in the water, fluvial highways through the solid water regulated the transit of the great interoceanic ships. The bowels of the Earth was illuminating the Universe which, black and helpless, depended on the Earth for its existence.   Sinfonía de lo inverso En un día de lluvia, góndolas surcaban el cielo sustentadas por el éter. Las gotas partían del suelo y subían, azotando los cascos de las embarcaciones. La Tierra se exprimía en el ecuador y se alimentaba del agua de los polos, y las naves seguían los flujos del agua. Eso ocurría arriba, en el cielo. Debajo, en el agua, autovías fluviales a través del agua sólida reg...

Unfinished Perimeter Robert, commander of the spacecraft, gave the order to depart on 30 August 2040 . The spaceport, built on Earth's equator, allowed gravitational waves to interact with the spacecraft's sequential wave drive, enhancing the efficiency of its trajectory. Mission: to travel in a perfectly straight line until reaching the edge of the Universe. The crew relied on linear wormholes to reduce the journey time to almost zero. After three years of Earth time, the navigation systems confirmed that the spacecraft had never deviated from its course. Yet the sensors began detecting a stellar system remarkably similar to our own. As they drew closer, the resemblance became undeniable. There was the Sun. Then the Earth. Finally, the spaceport from which they had departed. By travelling forever in a straight line, they had returned to their point of origin. The Universe had an unfinished perimeter. It was finite... yet boundless. El perímetro inaca...

Bewoone The unicorn enters the forest without knowing that the world of darkness awaits him. Bewoone, the lord of the unnamable, tries to pass unnoticed among the unwary who unknowingly enter his domains. The unicorn, distracted, plants his legs in the magic circle and falls into the lost region. In his fall he loses his memory. He is aware of his supernatural nature, but does not remember his past. It is the first phase carried out by the evil Bewoone to make him his follower. The unicorn resists, concentrates to try to remember, but does not succeed. Bewoone then manifests himself openly and demands submission from the unicorn. -You in the back row! What are you thinking? We're in class, so pay attention and don't have with your head in the clouds. The child then thinks: -There are Bewoones in the real world! Bewoone El unicornio se adentra en el bosque sin saber que le espera el oscuro mundo de las tinieblas. Bewoone, el señor de lo innombrable, pr...

Catalinias I ran into them by chance. I had arrived at the International Polar Research Station to study the influence of cosmic rays on the Earth's magnetic field. I left the station for a moment to enjoy the colour of an extraordinary aurora borealis, when I heard something similar to a hissing sound. I stopped to avoid making noise with my steps on the snow, and I heard that sound again. Its intensity gradually increased, and suddenly it stopped. When I returned to the shelter, I told what had happened to me, and a colleague at the station told me that it was about flowers, the catalinias. They called them that because on closed nights, when the auroras borealis appear in all their splendour, the flowers whisper the word   'catalin'. You have to get very close to them to listen to them. Catalin was a 19th century Russian poet who, following his beloved, found a aurora borealis and was imprisoned in it. Since then, the flowers reproduce the voice of his beloved...