Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

The Basement It had been only a short time since they had settled into the house on the outskirts of town—a large, spacious, and very old building. Alex and Shannon lived there with their little daughter, Sharon. One sunny day, Alex returned from work and found Shannon planting beautiful orchids in the garden. When he entered the house, he noticed that the basement hatch was open. “Sharon? Are you there?” “Sharon?” He started down the stairs, and a foul smell almost made him vomit. The darkness prevented him from seeing that little Sharon was opening small white boxes arranged in chronological order. Covering his nose and mouth with his arm, he continued down until he reached the light switch. When he turned it on, the white boxes began to decompose and vanished. But for a brief moment, he could see them—millions of them—immaculate and fragile, containing the bad thoughts that had taken place in that house, thoughts that Shannon had unknowingly released. The nauseating ...

Ethereal Song Words from other worlds, ethereal bonds linking spirits and desires. White companions in black moments, heavenly knots woven through our thoughts. Canción etérea Palabras de otros mundos,  lazos incorpóreos entre espíritus y entre deseos.  Compañeras blancas en negros momentos,  celestiales nudos con los pensamientos.

The Fountain Every morning, as he passed the fountain, he stopped for a few moments and became oblivious to everything around him. From a window, a little Japanese girl watched him attentively, and he aware that she was watching him. So day after day, year after year. He grew old, and the little Japanese girl became a beautiful young woman. One day, they met in the street. Their glances met and she suddenly asked him: "Why do you stop every day in front of the beautiful fountain on the corner?" "One day, my wife died at the foot of that fountain. Every day, one of the nymphs in that fountain brings me news of her. Thus, every day, she gives me a reason to live, and every morning I find in her words the love she has always given me." Moved by that love story, two tears welled up in the young Japanese woman's eyes, which he hastened to wipe with a handkerchief. From that day on, he confided in her about his life with his wife. From that day on, they...

The Minaret Dusk was falling. The last rays of the sun bathed the slender silhouette of the lonely minaret. Soon, the muezzin would call the faithful to prayer. A few moments earlier, an almost invisible crack had run down the western face of the minaret, from its summit to the ground, accompanied by a deep, muffled moan. As far back as he could remember, the muezzin had devoted his life to the prayers offered in the square watched over by the minaret. He was about to make his way to the square when an unsettling feeling came over him. He had heard of the death of minarets. All those sacred places, after devoting their existence to summoning the faithful to prayer, eventually died. And his own had wanted to tell him something. He made his way to the magnificent square, where the faithful were beginning to gather beneath the majestic tower. The muezzin wanted to be beside his minaret. With determined steps, he began to climb the steep staircase. Just as he was about to re...

Smile From loving lips, a smile escaped and ended up in a field of flowers and tents. She did not know where to land and she was wandering for several days. Finally, tired, she inadvertently found the folds of the soul of a refugee, who clothed her and stayed with her forever. Sonrisa De unos labios amorosos, una sonrisa se escapó y vino a parar a un campo de flores y tiendas de campaña. No sabía dónde posarse y estuvo deambulando durante varios días. Por fin, cansada, encontró sin darse cuenta los pliegues del alma de un refugiado, que la arroparon y se quedaron con ella para siempre.

The Universal Mind At some point in the XXX century of the Gregorian calendar, 0-2-4-328 of universal / local Andromeda time, humanity as a whole, spread throughout the Milky Way and on some Andromeda planets, faces a threat without precedents. The genetic makeup of humans is in jeopardy and requires the adoption of an immediate emergency plan. The DNA chains break and form new compositions, degenerating into entropic structures whose information leads to the creation of deformed beings with an underdeveloped brain. The solution rested in the DNA of subjects who had lived in the 9th century whose DNA had characteristics that had not been repeated throughout history. These structures allow the repair of DNA chains and the restoration of the information contained in them. The evolution of physical theories, from the formulation of Einstein's relativity and Stephen Wolfram's Theory of Everything, through Robert Saphiro's Theory of Pairs and Antonio Acevedo's interspace...

Bjorn Among them, a young scientist had an irresistible fascination for the young woman. He had had a chance to admire her when she was in a unconscious state when the blue men rescued her from the time capsule. At that moment he tried to guess the color of her eyes. Days later, when he could see her behind a hidden window, he recognized that they were the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. Of Nordic origin, Bjorn was interested in her from the first moment, and his interest went beyond scientific curiosity. Although it was precisely his interest in science that at first had prompted him to move to Peenemünde to participate in the so-called ‘Arne project’ in honor of the name of Lunia's father. Later he would remember his boat trips with Lunia on the Peene River. It was October 2, 1942. The first A2 rocket was to be launched the next day, equipped with an automatic guidance system designed by technicians at the German Army Research Center under the direction of Wernher von...

Madness Deformed monsters accompany me, spiders on the back of huge toads try to reach my cheeks, pale, bony. I rebel against that. Desperately I kneel down and cover my face with my hands. The toads go through the meat, the tendons, the bones and take over my face. I want to scream, but only laughter and praise to the dark come from my throat. From my arms hang stony excrescences that do not decide to abandon them, and my eyes linger on being distracted witnesses of how spiders devour the interior of my bones.   Locura Monstruos deformes me acompañan, arañas a lomos de sapos enormes tratan de llegar a mis mejillas, pálidas, huesudas. Me rebelo. Con desesperación me arrodillo y me tapo la cara con las manos. Los sapos atraviesan la carne, los tendones, los huesos y se adueñan de mi cara. Quiero gritar, pero de mi garganta solo salen risas y alabanzas a lo oscuro. De mis brazos cuelgan pétreas excrecencias que no se deciden a abandonarlos, y mis ojos se entretienen en ser te...

Lunia Lunia had been born in a small village in the fjords. Her father was a military leader, and because of the bravery and courage he showed at the Battle of Hafsrfjord, King Harald (the one with the fair hair), in recognition of his heroic courage, appointed him Jarl of the Shetlands. Lunia had to do a turbulent journey from Lindisfarne to Fair Island. During the voyage, the intense rain, the enormous waves that hit the ship and the violent treatment to which her father subjected her, weakened her health and her spirits.  So much so that, the first night on the ship, after her father raped her, Lunia surprised him from behind and killed him. Her first impulse was to explain to the crew what had happened, but frightened by what she had done and thinking about the reaction of those fierce warriors, she threw herself into the sea. Without knowing how, the waves threw her to a beach and the closed night did not allow her to distinguish the details surrounded her. Exhaus...