¡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
Tag: short story
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
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
A sunny Sunday
™Versión en español abajo ON A RED wooden cart lays still a translucent silky block, from which a cold smoke rises by chemistry. From its exposed back the man, a slayer, scrapes again and again with rhythmic movements pieces of it with his metal contraption. And in an intuitive swing place them on a plastic… Continue reading A sunny Sunday