About fiction books
I have a job that never ends, but I don’t complain because I get to see many places around the world and I always travel with company. Although I live in an endlessly repetitive cycle, two events helped me not get bored of this eternal routine. One day, after having Read more…
While a couple was enjoying the sunset, they noticed the sky was warping far beyond the impressionist style in which it was created. The oily sea, despite its appearance as a body of water, was not enough to quell the increasing heat. The frame and the limits of the canvas Read more…
I could not sleep. A mosquito’s intermittent singing was drilling my ears; it was worse than the chronic pain of my shoulders that doesn’t allow me to lie on the side. I was slapping everywhere in the dark, hoping luck would make my hand and the annoying bug concur in Read more…
The moon sat on the horizon. She didn’t want to move as everybody was staring at her. Her vanity drove her to stay longer than natural. The ocean felt dazzled, and the water receded from the shore. This exposed the fishes and other animals of shallow waters, suffocating in the Read more…
She found herself trapped in a body she couldn’t recognize. Looking at her wrinkled and spotted hands was an upsetting experience. Her eyes filled with tears, trying to understand what had happened. Joana stood up and realized her legs were not strong and it hurt to walk, but still she Read more…
I’m the firstborn of Mars. My name is “Martian the First,” Martin for short. My parents were friends with benefits. They conceived me against the commandments of the mission during the third cargo trip. They hid me from the government on Earth, with the help of the rest of the Read more…
He was a major character, and she was a punctuation mark. They only came to life with the energy of a reader. Despite the importance of the character, she could well be the protagonist if we count the number of appearances. Against her, only another mark of short hair was Read more…
Short story taking place in a waiting room. No one knows how they arrived or how to exit.
“The lemon arrived, the lemon.” This is the street cry that I have been listening to for several days. It comes from that outside world abandoned by the majority while being occupied by an invisible enemy. That owns the bodies, controls them. You don’t know who is possessed because they Read more…
“I won’t let you go!”“Why do you do this?”“I can’t live without you, I’m breathless without you.”“I want to be free like the others.”“No! you are mine and mine only!”“You are a crazy woman, I’ll explode if you keep pushing.”“If I let you go, I’d die.”“That’s a lie, any other Read more…