Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

Karl Three trillion trillion seconds ago I was born on this ship and I will surely die on it. We share this habitat with beings from other regions of the universe. Karl is one of the watchers of the control. That's what we call the ship's complex drive system. We've been close friends since he saved my life billions of seconds ago. Four eyes around his head allow him to observe everything. He doesn't need to feed himself, and what might appear to be his mouth is a small slit he uses to directly assimilate the energy of the universe that we get from swallowing food. The ship has the capacity to carry about 100,000 individuals.   Its surface is soft and viscous, and it gives easily to pressure. It resembles the skin of whales, as described in the archives of eons ago, when my planet, Earth, existed. We traveled through galaxies and black holes, practicing the universal law of enthalpy balance. We have detected 16512 moods in human beings. Karl and his f...

Blue It was a blue lost in the ocean. Intense blue, histrionic, that every day represented its role in front of the dawn. The dawns and the blues have been lost, and only the black of the deep space remains. Eons await a new awakening with cliffs cleft by the sun, roses sculpted in space and tones of infinite colors. Azul Era un azul perdido en el océano. Azul intenso, histriónico, que cada día representaba su papel frente al alba. Las albas y los azules se han perdido, y solo queda el negro del espacio profundo. Eones esperan un nuevo despertar con farallones hendidos por el sol, rosas esculpidas en el espacio y tonos de infinitos colores.

Kubernetes Kubernetes descended from his spacecraft and kissed Tamor's ground. He had travelled through space for centuries to return to his home, an ancient planet at the confines of the Milky Way. Scourged it by hurricane winds of chlorine and decimated by blue sulphur volcanoes, the negative gravity of some areas of the northern hemisphere was requiring to take precautions not to be thrown into outer space. However, in the southern hemisphere, the strong gravitational attraction prevented aircraft from taking off from its surface if they were not equipped with the resources to generate antigravity fields. At the equator, in the transition between the enormous force of gravity in the south and the antigravity field in the north, strange phenomena was being take place. Kubernetes approached his assistant and friend Planso, located behind him, and told him to order the spacecraft to lower the precious cargo that had been stored for so long in the solitary room of that struct...

Estrangement Sometimes I'm so different from myself that at those times I wouldn't want to be my friend. Desafección En ocasiones soy tan diferente a mi mismo que en esos momentos no me gustaría ser mi amigo.

The Deception of Light The light deceives us. In order to keep its secret it allies itself with all the tricks it can, it makes us believe that bodies move through space. Space without light is not space. It is solitude and inertia. All our mind games are based on the existence of light. All our conclusions are elaborated with the background of light. The astronauts who pretend to deduce how light behaves, to imagine it, have no choice but to use light as a 'medium' to see the environment, We are prisoners of light. El engaño de la luz La luz nos engaña. Para conservar su secreto se alía con todas las artimañas que puede. Nos hace creer que los cuerpos se mueven a través del espacio. El espacio sin luz no es espacio. Es soledad e inercia. Todos nuestros juegos mentales se fundamentan en la existencia de la luz. Todas nuestras conclusiones se elaboran con el trasfondo de la luz. Los astronautas que pretenden deducir cómo se comporta la luz, imaginarla, no tienen m...

The Flight of the Butterfly And reality began to manifest itself differently before my eyes. And I didn't know how to adapt to it. And that incapacity cost me my life, but before that it gave me the opportunity to touch things and to breathe to the people around me. The enormous transparent barrier that separated me from others gradually turned into drops of sand that fell to the ground and left me naked in front of others. And in the moments before my death, everything was in peace and everything was peace. And I walked slowly along the silk thread that led me to the light, and in the end I merged with the light, I was light. El vuelo de la mariposa Y la realidad empezó a manifestarse de otra manera ante mis ojos. Y yo no sabía cómo adaptarme a ella. Y esa incapacidad me costó la vida, pero antes me regaló la oportunidad de tocar las cosas y de respirar a las personas que me rodeaban. La descomunal barrera transparente que me separaba de los demás se fue transforma...

Two Little Houses He woke up in a wheat field. Naked. She got up, and the spikes stuck to her body to protect her. She could barely move. She stood up and saw what looked like a wooden construction. With great difficulty he walked towards that little house. The sun, warm and kind, caressed her skin, and her feet could feel the damp, soft earth. When she tried to check the distance to the little house, it seemed to her that it was further and further away. She turned around and noticed that in the opposite direction there was another little house just like the first one. She hesitated for a moment, but finally she decided to move on to the little house. But each time she looked to the house, she saw it further away. She turned again and was surprised to see that the house in the opposite direction was closer, much closer. It seemed that the floor was moving in the direction of the second house and away from the first. She dropped to the floor, closed her eyes and went back ...