Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

Simultaneity Simultaneity was strolling through the infinite spaces of the eternal when it found light. they were made of the same essence and loved each other deeply, although they did not know it. Simultaneidad Paseaba la simultaneidad por los infinitos espacios de lo eterno cuando se encontró con la luz. estaban hechos de la misma esencia y se amaban profundamente, aunque no lo sabían.

Timeless Instant The thoughts were so intense that they fell to the ground leaving a trail of sadness in the cold winter air. Someone was carefully picking them up and putting them to rest on a soft pillow. Once recovered, the unknown man was returninig them to their owner. Picking them up, one of those thoughts escaped from its wrapper. They were tears whch were shed. They were the tears for the death of his mother. He picked them up one by one and returned them to his eyes. Thus, quietly, the spirit of his mother repopulated his soul. I nstante atemporal Los pensamientos eran tan intensos que caían al suelo dejando un rastro de tristeza en el aire de aquel frío invierno. Alguien, con sumo cuidado los iba recogiendo y los ponía a descansar en una blanda almohada. Una vez recuperados, se los devolvía a su dueño. Al recogerlos, uno de aquellos pensamientos escapó de su envoltorio y se derramaron lágrimas. Eran las lágrimas por la muerte de su madre. Las recogió una por una y las devolvi...

 Sherlock Holmes Dawn surprised him feverishly typing the code with which to hack that damn account. He had been sitting in his wheelchair for over twelve hours and was exhausted. He was thinking of giving up, when surprisingly the bank's protection system gave in to the code he had just entered. Ever since the fateful accident that left him a paraplegic, he had been preparing to consummate his revenge, to savor this moment. With an emotion comparable to the sacrifice of all those years of programming learning, he pressed the key to transfer all the funds to an account in the name of his son, in the Cayman Islands. Exactly one hundred million, two hundred and fifty-three thousand dollars and thirty cents. He felt full, his victim would pay dearly for that accident that left him in a wheelchair forever. He could rest now. Rest from that nightmare. Several days after carrying out his cyberattack, he received a message in his email inbox. Someone threatened to kill him if he didn'...

The Art of Time Subjective time is made up of atoms. An endless string of living atoms winding through space. When the time atoms of two lovers talk to each other, a new life is created and a new row of child atoms will learn to talk and communicate with other atoms. When a person's row of atoms wanders through space without interacting with another row, a devastating phenomenon appears: loneliness. In this case, the atoms are left alone and lose the ability to speak and interact. El arte del tiempo El tiempo subjetivo está formado por átomos. Una interminable hilera de átomos vivos que serpentean por el espacio.  Cuando los átomos de tiempo de dos enamorados hablan entre ellos, se crea una nueva vida y una nueva hilera de átomos infantiles que, aprenderán a hablar y a comunicarse con otros átomos.  Cuando la hilera de átomos de una persona vaga por el espacio sin interactúan con otra hilera, aparece un fenómeno devastador: la soledad. En este caso los átomos se van quedando s...

'Oblivion' Island The travel agency brochure explained in great detail the activities offered at Isla Olvido, except for the welcome surprise. The agency was assuring that the tourist would forget everything and start living a new life. And it really it was so. When we got to the island, we all passed through a gate that sported a semicircular arch. Moments later I was unable to find any old or recent memory. A true rebirth. This allowed me to live new experiences without the weight of memories. It was like hanging the past on the hall coat rack. On leaving, the opposite happened.  So at the same time that I was recovering my past, I didn't remember anything about that special vacation. Only what they have told me, because I don't remember anything that I experienced in 'Olblivion' Island. Isla 'Olvido' El folleto de la agencia de viajes explicaba con todo lujo de detalles las actividades que ofrecía en Isla Olvido, excepto la sorpresa de bienvenida. La ...

Survival The fast-paced life of Wall Street led me to undergo emergency surgery for a brain tumor. The surgeon must have made an incision near the pituitary gland, causing something extraordinary to happen. From that moment on, my memories reached all the way back to the Mesozoic era. The tribe consisted of thirty individuals, and our means of communication was what is now known in India as prana, an energy detected by the “suba,” an organ located in the brain that gradually diminished until it disappeared during the Cenozoic era. We covered our caves with the skins of wild dinosaurs that we hunted with the help of other dinosaurs we had previously domesticated on our farm. We also used them to travel during our hunts. Suddenly, I returned to reality, but my memories remained rooted in that ancestral memory. Supervivencia La vida acelerada de Wall Street me llevó a someterme a una operación de emergencia debido a un tumor cerebral. El cirujano debió de hacer una incisión cerca de la gl...

  Where I Come From I think I come from where the breeze is born, near the sea; from where feelings are born, near the heart; and, above all, from where my love for you is born— the love that fills my soul. De dónde vengo Creo que vengo de donde nace la brisa, cerca del mar; de donde nacen los sentimientos, cerca del corazón; y, sobre todo, de donde nace mi amor por ti: el amor que me llena el alma.

The Edge Now my life is almost full and my death almost empty. That was what I thought after leaving the operating room. Although I confess that, at times, death came to have a sweet, almost ambrosial taste, I was grateful that it had passed briefly through my life, on tiptoe. Even so, death had time to gather all my memories of those I had loved, and they came to comfort me in what seemed like a gentle welcome into their world. But unexpectedly, a brilliant light intervened and led me back through the places of my childhood, until, finally, I was dazzled by the lights of the operating room. El filo Ahora mi vida está casi llena y mi muerte casi vacía. Eso fue lo que pensé después de salir del quirófano. Aunque confieso que, en algunos momentos, la muerte llegó a tener un sabor dulce, casi ambrosíaco, agradecí que hubiera pasado brevemente por mi vida, de puntillas. Aun así, a la muerte le dio tiempo a reunir todos mis recuerdos de aquellos a quienes había amado, y ellos vinieron a rec...

Silhouettes In this new version of the world we are all silhouettes. After the eruption of the volcano, the pyroclasts have impregnated everything, so that there is no longer anyone recognizable at first sight. The skin has been covered forever with that gray ash that makes us all the same. The throat can only emit unintelligible sounds and the eyes have become accustomed to the intense red of the atmosphere. Siluetas En esta nueva version del mundo todos somos siluetas. Después de la erupción del volcán, los piroclastos lo han impregnado todo, de manera que ya no hay nadie reconocible a primera vista. La piel se ha cubierto para siempre de esa ceniza gris que nos hace a todos iguales. La garganta solo puede emitir sonidos ininteligibles y los ojos se han acostumbrado al rojo intenso de la atmósfera.

 Put me in my cradle! He spread his little arms and plump legs as he laid his face down on the bed. He was smiling. He had just turned three months old. As I turned to head for the bathroom, a metallic voice said: put me in my cradle! I turned around quickly and the baby's lips repeated: put me in my cradle! The horror of him overcame me. I looked at him in disbelief at what was happening. He was still smiling. I was terrified, and an infinite revulsion prevented me from approaching him. Then, leaning on his little arms, he sat up in bed and a hoarse laugh came from his throat. Then the baby began to cry uncontrollably and stretched out his arms for me to pick him up. He touched me and I hugged him with all my love. Nothing like this ever happened after that horrific experience. ¡Acúname! Extendió sus bracitos y sus rollizas piernas al dejarlo boca abajo en la cama. Sonreía. Acababa de cumplir tres meses. Cuando me dí la vuelta para dirigirme al baño, una voz metálica dijo: acúname...