Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

Зов звезд Когда звезды зовут нас, неважно, какого эмиссара они посылают с просьбой о нас, мы будем рады, что были здесь. И от звезд мы продолжим заботиться о тех, кто останется здесь. Без того, чтобы они осознали это, мы будем обнимать и целовать их и становиться частью их жизни оттуда, пока звезды не отправят нас сюда снова.

The Call Of Stars When the stars call us, no matter the emissary they send asking for us, we will appreciate have been here. And from the stars we will continue taking care of those who stay here. Without them realizing it, we will hug and kiss them and become part of their lives from there, until the stars send us here again.   La llamada de las estrellas Cuando las estrellas nos llamen, no importa el emisario que envíen preguntando por nosotros, agradeceremos haber estado aquí. Y desde las estrellas seguiremos cuidando a los que aquí se quedan. Sin que se den cuenta, los abrazaremos y besaremos y formaremos parte de sus vidas desde allí.       Зов звезд Когда звезды зовут нас, неважно, какого эмиссара они посылают с просьбой о нас, мы будем рады, что были здесь. И от звезд мы продолжим заботиться о тех, кто останется здесь. Без того, чтобы они осознали это, мы будем обнимать и целовать их и становиться частью их жизни оттуда, пока звезды не отправят н...

Коронавирус И Господь не знал, что делать. И люди молились и просили помощи. И существа земли оплакивали происходящее. Сам коронавирус, несмотря на себя, не знал, что он делает.

Шип Это была белая роза. Красивая, хрупкая. Когда она опасно приблизилась к его стеблю, шип возник из ниоткуда и пронзил его нежную кожу. Капли красной крови, ноющие, упали на ее лепестки, и роза медленно покраснела. И раскаявшаяся роза поклонилась, чтобы ласкать ее лицо и просить у нее прощения. Она отвечала ему поцелуем, сладким поцелуем, который навсегда объединил их.

Песня об отдыхе Он медленно одевался в свой лучший костюм. Он попрощался со своей семьей и друзьями и пошел в морг. Врачи предсказывали, что его смерть наступит этим утром. Осторожно он вошел в гроб и стал ждать смерти.

Peenemünde Research Center Liuna was confined to that room for seven endless days. Only one person visited her, also with a mask and gloves, who without saying anything at all, left him on a table made of a material he did not know, a tray with her daily food. She was able to identify fish and sometimes meat, got used to baked bread, and learned to use cutlery on her own. Most of the food was foreign to her, but the sheer need to satisfy hunger made her get used to eating it. She was wondering what she was doing there, so far from everything and everyone. The abuses he suffered from her father had led her to the situation he was experiencing at the time. She would never have made it to that strange island if the fateful night when she defended himself against her father lost her mind and ended in the death of her father. The height of the windows did not allow her to see what was outside. She heared strange noises and sometimes voices in the form of screams that she did not know ...

Wernher Lunia sat on the bed and tried to stand up, but at that moment the door opened. Dressed in a dressing gown, a mask and gloves, a young man entered and spoke to her in Old Norse: "Lunia, I'm Wernher, your doctor." Lunia dived into the sheets, her wide eyes staring fearfully at Werner. His face was almost hidden by the mask but his voice was pleasant. "Where I am?" Her own voice sounded strange to her, as if it belonged to someone else. "In a safe place. You have nothing to fear. I would like to help you so that your adaptation to the new situation is as traumatic as possible. You are going to see things that you could never have imagined, so I beg you not to try to understand them and accept them as they are. The people with whom you are going to interact hardly speak your language, but it is absolutely necessary that you have contact with them so that you can help us progress in the knowledge of your past. That is all I can tell you....

The Warriors A metallic voice, in Old Norse, rang in her mind: -Lunia, don't be afraid. We are here to help and protect you. When she approached the exit of the grotto, one of them offered his hand hoping that Lunia would accept his help to get out of there. Lunia, fearfully clung to that hand and instead of noticing the cold touch of an armor, a warm sensation made her shudder, because apart form that, the softness of 'that thing' was as if she were touching her own skin. She woke up in a strange room. After what had happened, she did not remember anything. The room's walls were very regular, unlike her home back in Lindisfarne. Two large openings in the walls were covered in something transparent that insulated the room of the outside and at the same time allowed daylight to penetrate the entire room. She was lying on a cozy, fluffy surface, and she couldn't explain anything that was happening to her. Los guerreros Una voz metálica, en nórdico anti...

The Hidden Face of the Moon Moon and Sun, Sun and sea. Golden pond where you, Moon, are looking at yourself. Moon, Moon Moon, in your hidden face you have the child that populated my childhood. Why, Moon, have you kidnapped him, condemning him to live without light in that hidden, sad face of yours? It will be because your heart envies that boy who riding his silver horse defied the angry waves that you encouraged. It will be because you are complicit in the dark maneuvers of the night. And you know, Moon, that with your behavior, you allow the nocturnal beings to populate the souls and surrender the days to your wishes.       La cara oculta de la luna Luna y sol, sol y mar. Estanque dorado en el que te miras. Luna, luna lunera, en tu cara oculta tienes al niño que poblaba mi infancia. ¿Por qué, luna, lo has secuestrado, condenándolo a vivir sin luz en esa cara tuya oscura, triste? Será porque tu corazón envidia a aquel niño que a lomos de su cab...

The Inner Sea But her falling occurred slowly, as if a fluid denser than air occupied the space of that well, making her falling very smooth. Finally she dived into the water, or what she believed could be water, because, surprisingly, she could breathe in that unknown environment. She swam up to the surface and could see an enormous calm liquid surface and in the distance a grotto through which the light penetrated. Two huge warriors, dressed in what she thought were armor, were waiting for her at the exit of that inland sea. Their faces were hidden by metal masks. They gestured to her to come closer. She was afraid, but had no other choice except close up to the output.   El mar interior Pero su caída se producía lentamente, como si un fluido más denso que el aire ocupara el espacio de aquel pozo haciendo que su caída fuera muy suave. Finalmente se zambulló    en el agua, o lo que ella creía que podía ser agua, porque, sorprendentemente, podía respirar en aque...