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A Christmas Tale For Childs

These were the last days of 1899. A girl was leaning against the wall, tired. The snow was covering his scarce clothes, and his little trembling hand stretched asking for an alms. A horse carriage stopped in front of her. The coachman hurried to open the door, and an old man, with some difficulty, descended from the carriage. “Hello, little girl.” “Sir...” “I am coming to get you.” “Why?”...

Added 11 Dec 2017 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 95 | 5 Comments

The Ring

I'd never been able to go down to the basement alone. I was afraid of it. I had just turned nine years old when, on a cold, rainy and sad winter morning, I was awakened by strange noises coming from the basement. I was home alone. From bed, I concentrated as hard as I could on identifying them. I've never heard anything like it. Then, over the years, I could try to describe them as if...

Added 29 Nov 2017 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 104 | 3 Comments


Among the millions of raindrops of that day, a drop of blood crashed into the ground. And then came others and others, until dyeing the wet and defenceless sand with crimson red. Millions of frightened eyes gazed at the scene, helpless. Drops of rain and hot blood, fighting between them to conquer space and time. Bullfighter's and bull's blood, together, like sisters. Death in the plaza...

Added 27 Nov 2017 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 114 | 3 Comments

I Already Know You Have Died

I already know you have died I know you have died because you visited my dreams tonight. Because you told me so yourself. You also told me you're okay. I already know that you are well because that change of state is very familiar to me, since, I don't know how I have developed the ability not to forget my previous existences. The truly miraculous thing is that we are eternal, and...

Added 20 Nov 2017 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 145 | 3 Comments

The Runes

During the last days of the Christmas of the year in which the nineteenth century ended, the expedition led by Robert Ustinov managed to reach the North Pole. Robert Ustinov had consumed his last energies to get the goal before the end of the year and had instructed to his friends to install the tents a few hundred meters from the geographic North Pole. Once the members of the group...

Added 12 Nov 2017 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 118


The kisses you did not give me wander orphans for your indecisive lips, waiting for the moment to travel from your soul to mine....

Added 11 Nov 2017 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 96 | 1 Comment

The Night Of The Crusaders

The Emir Bishr presides over the act. It is the commemoration of a historical event that took place in the Holy Land. His daughter, Salima follows him up to the rostrum to accompany her father on the spot. She seems aloof, and her face is clouded by something that she tries to hide behind her carefully composed expression. This night is the celebration of the moment when the crusaders...

Added 10 Nov 2017 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 130 | 1 Comment


When he was born, it was so cold outside that he returned to the place where he was and settled down to never leave it again....

Added 09 Nov 2017 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 119 | 3 Comments

The diver

During the night of Saint John was going to carry out an important experiment in the blue waters of French Guiana. The lights of hundreds of bonfires on the beach reflected themselves on a boat anchored not far from the shore, aboard which a diver was preparing his diving suit. Carlos de Ayanz, a direct descendant of Jerónimo de Ayanz, the Navarran engineer who designed a diving suit in...

Added 04 Nov 2017 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 80


The souls are the vortices that surround the matter and infuse it with life. They rotate in an eternal dance obeying those laws which live in space and time. They become visible in the twilight hours. Dreams are the pillars on which rest the soul's longing to find refuge in other souls. Dreams suggest, illuminate the destiny of the events that souls live in their waking hours. They are...

Added 02 Nov 2017 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 118 | 1 Comment

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