Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

  Thaw The snow at the poles has disappeared. The thaw has exposed a futuristic city that, seen from a drone, looks like something out of a Jules Verne novel. We are about to enter on its west side, but an invisible shield prevents us from passing. We can't get past it. In the distance are some bright towers that seem to reflect the sun's rays, but, looking closely, the flashes occur with a regular cadence. A decoder confirms the suspicion that the towers are emitting intelligible signals. After a few moments of tense waiting, the decoder shows us a message: The city of Tedron welcomes you. We have prevented access for security reasons. Many eons ago, the near extermination of the human race by humans themselves occurred, and Tedron is the legacy of those survivors who managed to fend off mass murder. The Theadronites ceased to exist in the Age of Wurm, but the city became their legacy with eternal cosmic consciousness, and their spirit transcends time. The time has c...

Invasion They have come from every corner of the planet they call Earth and that we identify as HY78. They have a rough appearance, but they are pleasant to deal with. Apparently, their planet has the peculiar characteristic of maintaining a constant gravitational attraction, which means that they have long legs to keep their bodies upright. They also seem to have a skeletal structure that supports their bodies, unlike us. Because our planet has different gravitational phases, when it attracts us, our elastic bodies are compressed, and when it repels us, our bodies stretch to several times their normal size. For this reason, we live in cities built inside the planet. In our rooms, floor and ceiling are essentially the same thing. We walk on one or the other depending on the direction of gravity. This change occurs exactly one hundred times during each of our years, which lasts approximately three Earth years. All these ordinary things never cease to amaze our visitors. Invasión Han lle...

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, 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 passed fleetingly through my life on tiptoe. Even so, death had time to gather the memories of all my loved ones, who came to comfort me in what seemed to be a pleasant welcome into their world. But unexpectedly, a brilliant light intervened and led me back to the places where I had spent 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 transitara por mi vida de puntillas y fugazmente. Aun así, le dio tiempo a reunir todos los recuerdos de mis seres queridos, que vinieron a reconfortarme en lo que pareció s...