¡Me han publicado un cuento! He estado soñando con este momento, bueno es uno de varios sueños que tengo actualmente. Mas este es uno sobre un cuento corto en inglés que sirve como precuela, de cierta manera, para una historia que estaré trabajando próximamente. Se trata de The Cursed Word que ha sido publicada en… Continue reading Update: 23 de marzo
Category: Cuentos/Stories
The Queen’s ill words
The waves crashed on the rocks that encircle the small bay. The night was upon them, and so was her moment. “Where?” She asked in a commanding voice. His was graspy and ancient, “Write it in the sand near the water’s edge.” She took out her sword, walked towards the edge where the water would… Continue reading The Queen’s ill words
El uso de una trenza
Su cabello dorado lacio y sedoso fue dividido en tres mechones, que por consiguiente fueron sobre puestos el uno sobre el otro una y otra vez, hasta que una trenza que le llegaba a los pies fue construida y en su terminal fueron entrelazados un conjunto de doradas navajas triangulares. Se puso en pie y… Continue reading El uso de una trenza
Las sirenas no existen de Susi de la Torre
¿Quién no cree en sirenas? Al menos para esos que trabajamos en la fantasía y la ficción, sin dejar atrás a los pequeños de nuestras vidas, las mitológicas sirenas viven en nuestra imaginación. Todos conocemos el famoso cuento de hadas de Hans Christian Andersen titulado La Sirenita, y la versión de Disney ‘The little Mermaid’.… Continue reading Las sirenas no existen de Susi de la Torre
Looking inside my manhole
What would my manhole look like? Would it be surrounded by concrete or green soft grass? Would it be rusty, deep black or gray? Is it small or big, round or square? But what’s inside my manhole? What am I hiding underneath it? There are so many questions for something so simple. The… Continue reading Looking inside my manhole
Güarionex, the steed who took me to the Hermitage
There is a strange thing about horses I do not understand. There are very mysterious and if you don’t see my point, just look at them straight in their eyes. Their eyes have stories to tell, but since they can’t speak they are silent. Still some creatures can speak to them and hear their stories… Continue reading Güarionex, the steed who took me to the Hermitage
Beyond Reach
“It’s only a mirage. It’s only a mirage!” -he repeated to himself. Oscar had just woken up and saw something awful in front of him. There was a body being consumed by vultures lying on the sandy floor of the scorching desert. He looked harder at the corpse for it looked very familiar. He felt… Continue reading Beyond Reach
The denied goodbyes
ON the eve of a special person’s birthday, I remember what has been denied by the Lords of Time. This is something I don’t experience alone, for many have pass through it too. A final goodbye is considered as a way of healing and a chance to move forward without regrets. In this lifetime of… Continue reading The denied goodbyes
“A frozen tear”
I just enjoyed reading this poem by William Thomas, it is deep and touches the core of the soul. Enjoy and hope you think in this season of love of those who spend it in solitude. A Frozen Tear By William Thomas© Winter in Kodiak, a time of little light. The snow brightens… Continue reading “A frozen tear”
Stories, one of fun and the other of love
Short Funny Christmas Story Just before Christmas, an honest politician, a generous lawyer and Santa Claus got into the lift (elevator) at the Ritz Hotel in London. As the lift travelled from the 5th floor down to the ground level, one-by-one they noticed a £50 note lying on the lift’s floor. Which one picked up the… Continue reading Stories, one of fun and the other of love