Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

The Whisper of Water The water was freezing. Thirty degrees below zero. Completely naked, I plunged through the hole I had cut in the ice covering the lake. The last thing I expected to find beneath that thick sheet of ice was a finely carved wooden chest, suspended from a heavy chain that disappeared into the depths. I assumed it reached the bottom, although the dark water swallowed it long before my eyes could follow it. The chest was no larger than a shoebox, exquisitely carved and hermetically sealed. I tried to descend, using the chain to pull myself downward, but soon realised I would never reach the end of it. My lungs were burning. I had to return to the surface for air. When I dived again, both the chest and the chain had vanished. Puzzled, I descended along the same line where I believed the chest had been. There it was. Far below me. Still descending. Faster than before. The chest kept sinking, faster and faster. The chain seemed to be pulling it towards a depth ...

A por tus amores fui Mañanitas alegres, dulces recuerdos, que donde preso estoy solo me quedan mis sentimientos. A buscarte fui, tempranito, y en aquel ribazo tu amante estaba. No pude por menos que imaginarme lo que haría aquella mañana. Sin sentirlo me fui a verlo y sin saberlo muerte le di. Así mi vida de la tuya se fue y encerrado aquí estoy sin ti pagando el error que cometí. I went looking for your loves Happy mornings, sweet memories, that where I am imprisoned I only have my feelings left. I went looking for you, early, and on that ribazo your lover was. I couldn't help but imagine what I would do that morning. Without feeling it I went to see him and without knowing it, I gave him death. So my life from yours was gone And locked up here, I'm without you paying for the mistake I made.

Peter Peter considered himself a lucky man. At the age of thirty he had been lucky enough to see unique sunsets from the Himalayas. He had travelled all over the world and known exotic places. The city of Srinagar captivated him. The Hermitage and Catherine's Palace made him dream. The Grand Canal of Venice was a gift to his senses. The unforgettable red sunsets of Santorini. And always accompanied by the love of his life. An extraordinary woman who was always attentive to his needs which were not few. For that woman he would have given everything he had, even his life. Her honey-coloured eyes always smiled at him. Her lips, sweet and fresh, were a source of love. Her silken skin carried him to warm, lazy universes. The best moments were being spent as volunteers in refugee camps in the Middle East. Among the ramshackle tents they had met the most important people in their lives, the children, always cheerful, and their grateful mothers had given them humanity, much more t...

Love and Death I was about to give birth, and all of a sudden death appeared. She was soft, sweet and she also told me that she was life. My eyes showed understanding to her   and she thanked me giving my daughter's life.   After that I didn't mind having to leave, because my daughter was here to take my place. Amor y muerte Iba a dar a luz, y al punto apareció la muerte. Era blanda, dulce y además me decía que también era la vida. Mis ojos le mostraron comprensión y ella me lo agradeció con la vida de mi hija.   Después ya no me importó tener que irme, porque mi hija estaba aquí para ocupar mi lugar.

Break the words Someone proposed in a Council of Wise Men that words should be treated as human beings. Words is born, lived and died, communicated with each other and created universes of other words. And so, the human soul can be clothed with words, although it uses words to hurt and to love too, to make people feel and to imagine. One of the attendees stood up and made an unexpected proposal: “The best thing we can do is to break the words. To break the words means that the soul opens itself to contemplation and does not dedicate itself to interpreting what some symbols want to transmit to it” Then one of the attendees stood up. It was a word, and he said: “I believe that if you break us, you also break each one of your souls. Because the soul is made of words. The soul is words.” Romper las palabras Alguien propuso en un Consejo de Sabios que las palabras deberían ser tratadas como seres humanos. Las palabras nacían, vivían y morían, se comunicaban entre ...

Pink Dawn - Alba rosa From:  The Unavoidable Robert started feeling dizzy. He lost consciousness for a few moments and when he was able to recover he saw a very bright light near the spacecraft. A light that approached slowly until it came to rest near one of the spacecraft's legs. The light was emitting an intense pink tone. In his mind something or someone wanted to tell him something. -Earthling. You shouldn't have come to us. We didn't call you. Now it's too late. -Terrified, Robert tried to articulate some sound, but nothing came out of his throat. Yet he was surprised to be able to utter thoughts in response to the warnings of those beings. El alba rosa De:  Lo inevitable Robert empezó a sentirse mareado. Perdió el conocimiento por unos instantes y cuando consiguió recuperarse vio una luz muy brillante cerca de la nave espacial. Una luz que se aproximaba lentamente hasta llegar a posarse cerca de una de las patas de la nave espacial. L...

The Dark Camera and the Ghost Galleon From:  The Unavoidable At that very moment, when death seemed certain, Robert remembered a story his father read to him when he was a child. It was called 'The Camera Obscura and the Phantom Galleon'. The story was about the life of a boy in love with photography. He lived in a large mansion, old and almost in ruins, which his parents refused to abandon. Another click and he lost his foot again. The earth had already reached the height of the armpits. Desperate, he clung to the ladder and tried to ascend. It was impossible. Whoever it was or whatever inhabited that planet was trying to eliminate it, to make it disappear. Then he thought of addressing these beings and concentrated all his energies trying to send a telepathic message: -I am addressing the beings on this planet. I pray that you will forgive us for coming here and disturbing your peace. I pray that you will forgive us and let us go. La cámara oscura y e...

The unavoidable Robert descended giving a jumping and felt his feet touching the ground, a ground remembering him soft shifting sands. The feeling of not touching firm ground was very scary, and followed going down, going down... and last he stopped. His body had penetrated in the ground to the waist. He had clinging to the railing and tried to push himself back to the ladder but it was impossible. Panic appeared in his eyes. "Central control. Central control. I am trapped! I can`t return to the spaceship. I am sunk in the ground." "Calm down! Try to take a deep breath and count backwards from number ten." The metallic color of the spaceship stood out over the deep black sky. Ten, nine, eight, seven six... He heard a   'click' outside his spacesuit. Then his feet gave way a few inches and Robert thought his time had come. "Help! Help!" Something was making the ground give way under his feet. It was not the ground, something con...

Arduino and the gold flowers I bougth an Arduino board, and I was so excited to make it work. Some Friends told me that after programming it, you could get whatever you want. So, I tried to get all the components and when I wa returning home I saw a weird flowers caming out from the sidewalk. But, the really amazing thing was that the flower told me: -You have chosen the right equipment. It will you get everything you want! Arduino y las flores doradas He comprado una placa Arduino, y estaba muy emocionado por hacerla funcionar. Algunos amigos me dijeron que después de programarlo, podías conseguir lo que quisieras. Así que, traté de conseguir todos los componentes y cuando regresaba a casa vi unas flores extrañas saliendo de la acera. Pero, lo realmente asombroso fue que la flor me lo dijo: -Usted ha elegido el equipo adecuado. ¡Conseguirás todo lo que quieras!

Nightmare Our daily life was very ordinary... We marveled at the blue-white colors of the poles. We bathed in the blue-red colors of the savannah. Your eager skin beneath the solstice sun, naked, motionless. Heavy clouds hanging from the peaks of the Atlas Mountains accompanied us on our flight to Pompeii, which rose again from its ashes when you and I decided to lose ourselves in the ancient world. Suddenly, without knowing how, there appeared the office, the traffic jams, the washing machine, the vacuum cleaner, the kitchen... Phew! Thank goodness I woke up and it was only a nightmare. Pesadilla Nuestra vida diaria era muy corriente… Nos sorprendieron los colores azul-blancos de los polos. Nos bañamos en los colores azul-rojos de la sabana. Tu ávida piel bajo el sol del solsticio, desnuda, inmóvil. Los pesados nubarrones colgados de los picos del Atlas nos acompañaron en nuestro vuelo hacia Pompeya, que renació de sus cenizas cuando tú y yo decidimos perdernos en el mun...