Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

 Little Time Boxes I have always loved collecting little boxes of time. I do not remember exactly when I first saw them, but they have been with me for most of my life. In my castle, I set aside a large room to store them. They come in all sizes. Some hold a single instant; others contain entire decades. I arrange them according to their importance. Besides those that hold the past, I also keep those that hold the future. Strangely enough, the future ones keep changing size, although I still do not know why. They also disappear without warning, while new ones appear and grow enormously. As new boxes appear, the room grows as well, so the castle gradually takes on an irregular shape that can be seen from far away. A few months ago, an empty box appeared. Since then... no new boxes have appeared. I do not know what it means. READ · WATCH · REFLECT READ — Read Little Time Boxes in English and Spanish. WATCH — Explore the visual interpretation of the story. REFLECT ...

Dress That morning she dressed in her best words. The dress, woven through many sleepless nights, was telling the story of her life. The words, sewn together with all the love they could contain, one after the other explained the most important moments of her existence. Strolling through the huge room full of visitors, not knowing how, the dress were snarled up in a cruel hook and one of the words could not be stay together with the others. In that instant, the story of her life was torn in two. The word 'love' lay on the ground. She tried to pick it up, but it had already changed color and the word   gently expired in her hands. She then knew that words can break the course of life.   El vestido Aquella mañana se vistió con sus mejores palabras. El vestido, tejido a lo largo de muchas noches de insomnio, contaba la historia de su vida. Las palabras, cosidas con todo el amor que podían contener, unas tras otras desgranaban los momentos más importantes de su existenci...

Buddha  And Buddha said to his disciple “Wherever you go, you will not find what you are looking for because, whatever it is, it does not exist except in your imagination. When you understand that, you will stop searching and there will only be the contemplation of existence.” Buda Y Buda le dijo a su discípulo: - Allá donde vayas, no encontrarás lo que buscas porque, sea lo que fuere, no existe salvo en tu imaginación. Cuando comprendas eso, dejarás de buscar y solo existirá la contemplación de la existencia.

  Conundrum I am writing to you from my present, which is now your past. My present is the endless nights in front of a bonfire in the desert. Black lights, white shadows. I am coming to find you. I already know that this is your past, because although you are here with me, I know that you aren't. Your world now is the memory of these moments of my present that are already part of your past. And although we are both in front of this endless bonfire, your eyes tell me that I am already part of what is not there.   Misterio Te escribo desde mi presente, que ahora es tu pasado. Mi presente son las noches interminables frente a una hoguera en el desierto. Luces negras, sombras blancas. Vengo a buscarte. Ya sé que este es tu pasado, porque aunque estás aquí conmigo, sé que no lo estás. Tu mundo ahora es el recuerdo de estos momentos de mi presente que ya son parte de tu pasado. Y aunque los dos estemos frente a esta hoguera sin fin, tus ojos me dicen que ya soy parte de lo ...

A Big Step A crucial breakthrough has taken place at the Experimental Center for New Techniques. The authorities of the Ministry of Planetary Adaptation and Control, responsible for the deployment on Mars, have requested a new "product" adapted to the conditions of the planet. The specifications of the new devices have to do with energy processes. They have to be humanoid in characteristics and understand humans perfectly. They must withstand the extreme conditions for the habitability of the planet. Such products should not depend on the unbreathable atmosphere of Mars. The Experimental Center for New Techniques have surprised those responsible for the Ministry by presenting a spectacular discovery. They have injected several volunteers with living elements in the blood. These living elements are capable of reproducing the oxygen that is needed, inhibiting the act of breathing. This means that they can carry out any activity in conditions of absence of oxygen. A big step...

  The Analyst Some time ago I received a small sample of a strange material with the commission to analyze it and describe its composition. Through the microscope a rough texture was appreciating, but apart from the emission of a purple color from the whole set, nothing special was noticed. This morning and after running it through the multi-analyzer I discovered something surprising. The first dimension of the analyzer presented a huge empty space on the screen. I asked the analyzer to access the second dimension and it showed me the detection, in that immense space, of small spherical particles revolving around other much larger and brighter particles. The third dimension focused on one of the spheres. One with blue flashes on the surface of which billions of organisms could be seen moving in all directions. On its tour over the surface of that sphere, the analyzer presented the HOLLYWOOD image on the screen. When I activated the analyzer to study the fourth dimension, an ext...

Cross The cross of every day sinks into the earth and takes roots that reach the other side of the world. And wherever they pass, they make the stones and the earth bleed. And the thick blood, which flows infinitely, is the sap that feeds the love that grows. She knows she is the womb of the world, the seed of the origin of everything and she is proud of her duty. And at the end of the day, when the stars take over the night, the cross watches over the dream of what is real and what is thought, what is felt and what is to come. And at the cross, when the sky groans for help, multicolored aquamarines sprout that heal their wounds. So, that deep black becomes a light that illuminates hearts. Black hearts, sad, in love. And for an instant, everything transforms and becomes good.   Cruz La cruz de todos los días se hunde en la tierra y echa raíces que llegan al otro lado del mundo. Y por donde pasan, hacen que sangren las piedras y la tierra. Y la sangre espesa, que bro...

Heart Its heartbeat, sometimes immense, other times inaudible, is always with me. Loving phrases hidden in the melody of its vigorous urges. I wanted to keep it to always listen to the melody of it. For this reason, when she died, I extracted her heart and I have it in an urn, from which, with its heartbeat, she continues to tell me that she loves me.   Corazón Sus latidos, unas veces inmensos, otras veces apagados, me acompañan siempre. Frases amantes ocultas en la melodía de sus vigorosos impulsos. He querido conservarlo para escuchar siempre su melodía. Por eso, cuando murió, extraje su corazón y lo tengo en una urna, desde la que, con sus latidos, me sigue diciendo que me quiere.

They They are they. I hear them coming down the hall. I hide my head under the pillow and hold my breath. Silence. A tense silence. Then muffled laughters and an unbearable smell of wax. Something slimy and acid rises to the throat. I try to scream but it just spasms that doesn't allow the vocal cords to make any sound. Chills that rise from head to toe. Completely attentive attention to sounds. Silence. Something hot comes out of the nose. I imagine them on the pillow, very close to my forehead. Throbbing in the temples and that smell of wax ... smell of wax, which reminds me of the endless days in the funeral home. I have never seen them, but at the same time it is as if they were part of me, as if at the same time they were inside me. They are the nameless ethereal ones, ready to take me to the other side.     Ellas Son ellas. Las oigo acercarse por el pasillo. Oculto la cabeza debajo de la almohada y contengo la respiración. Silencio. Un tenso silencio. Luego ris...

  Compassion She wandered the room looking for the compassion her son had lost. She had to be there, because there her son had filled her with reproaches and sadness. For an instant she hoped to find her because she knew compassion left a trace of her. But at that moment, stunned and sad, she did not see that compassion had taken refuge in the childish face of a photo that rested on the table in the living room. That face she wanted so much. Tears blurred the vision of the room, but something seemed to shine in that photo. She moved closer and the loving eyes of her son returned the loving gaze that she had always had. That was when she discovered her, and she knew that compassion would return to the soul of the one who was the reason for her life.   Compasión Recorrió la estancia buscando la compasión que había perdido su hijo. Tenía que estar allí, porque allí su hijo le había llenado de reproches y de tristeza. Durante un instante tuvo la esperanza de encontrarla po...