Characters from Pure Light

Characters from Pure Light.

For the Rusty Fears 4 contest

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Short stories – collection

Literary narrative, short story

Literary narrative, short story

Primera Parte: En una era más allá de las crónicas y las civilizaciones conocidas, existió una tribu venida a menos. En la jungla, cohabitaban con especies que la nueva era jamás vería. Su comunicación no era verbal; delineaban símbolos en el aire que solo ellos podían visualizar. Sus regocijos, aflicciones, furias y triunfos se acompañaban… Seguir leyendo La anciana →

Primera Parte: En una era más allá de las crónicas y las civilizaciones conocidas, existió una tribu venida a menos. En la jungla, cohabitaban con especies que la nueva era jamás vería. Su comunicación no era verbal; delineaban símbolos en el aire que solo ellos podían visualizar. Sus regocijos, aflicciones, furias y triunfos se acompañaban… Seguir leyendo La anciana →

En el bosque encantado, los monstruos se preparan para la llegada de la Señora Noel. Pero cuando una tormenta pone en peligro la Navidad, la alegría comienza a desvanecerse. Entonces, Pelocho, no dispuesto a rendirse, tiene una brillante idea que lo cambiará todo. Acompaña a Pelocho y sus amigos en una aventura que los llevará a descubrir el verdadero significado de la Navidad.

En el bosque encantado, los monstruos se preparan para la llegada de la Señora Noel. Pero cuando una tormenta pone en peligro la Navidad, la alegría comienza a desvanecerse. Entonces, Pelocho, no dispuesto a rendirse, tiene una brillante idea que lo cambiará todo. Acompaña a Pelocho y sus amigos en una aventura que los llevará a descubrir el verdadero significado de la Navidad.

En el bosque encantado, los monstruos se preparan para la llegada de la Señora Noel. Pero cuando una tormenta pone en peligro la Navidad, la alegría comienza a desvanecerse. Entonces, Pelocho, no dispuesto a rendirse, tiene una brillante idea que lo cambiará todo. Acompaña a Pelocho y sus amigos en una aventura que los llevará a descubrir el verdadero significado de la Navidad.

Elena es una adolescente con problemas. Vive con María, una vecina que la acogió en su casa, al sentirse sola. Gracias al Cani, que le ha dejado un regalo tras su ruptura, puede que se vuelva a repetir la historia de sus padres. Un embarazo indeseado que acabo en un suicidio y un ajuste de cuentas. Pero puede que María tenga algo más que decir.

Mario Banfield Rocca clones the human should to reunite with the love of his life

At the very base of the most ancient oak at the centre of the deepest darkest wood, where archaic trees tower above the rest of the forest, whispering forgotten secrets to the squirrels and the cuckoos, there resides a door too small for any girl or boy to crawl through. And if you're lucky enough to be visited by the old hag when she's done with feasting on children, and if you're sharp witted enough to strike a fair deal with her, she may grant you a tincture to shrink you down to the size of a Pixie. For then you would be able to venture through, and discover a secret realm beyond that enchanted wooden door. Beyond it, leads to another forest far, far away where the treetops sparkle like a cascade of diamonds under the sun. They stretch high into the sky, their leaves a myriad of silvered verdant and aureate. Some leaves even change colours with the mood of the forest, creating a mesmerising dance of hues with every gentle breeze. The canopy above, so dense that it filters the sunlight into a soft, dappled glow, casting the forest floor in a perpetual state of magical twilight, where everything seems to be bathed in a gentle, luminescent glow. The ground is carpeted with velvety moss so plush that with each step, one might feel as if they're walking on freshly baked meringue. Interspersed among the moss are flowers of every imaginable shape and colour. Some of these flowers hum soft lullabies, while others stand tall and firm like natural lamps emitting a gentle moonlight hue, illuminating the paths for the travelling creatures that inhabit the forest.

In the history of language, the first obscenity was silence. And yet there they were, in the post-script of history, lost on the side of the road, silent, empty, closed off to each other Selena sat against a rusty car and sighed. The morning sky had lost much of its dusty orange tinge and the breeze was warm enough for her to remove a few layers of clothing. Unlike Lucius, she was losing faith in the existence of the waterfall. No the road or the distance, it seemed the flatlands that stood between them and the distant mountains were insurmountable. But they had to go somewhere. They had to try. For the last three days, she had hear no other voice but the wind's. Even her own inner voice was muted, indistinct. To distract herself, Selene imagined herself as the protagonist from those old books she had found in the ruins of a school. They told tales of strange creatures like butterflies and birds and rabbits, of children getting lost in forests, of families and farms and prairies. How wonderful it must have been, she thought, to live in such a world.

The scent of Lucy's perfume lingered in the bedroom as she closed the bathroom door to take a shower. Once she was out of sight, Felix turned to rest his face on her pillow. She smelled of jasmines and desert winters, and he relished in the thought of her smile and the scent of her freshly washed hair. It had been years since his pillowcases smelled of anything other than detergent and dampness. On that winter night, his other pillowcases hung in surrender on the drying rack next to the radiator in his living room. The perfumes from other girlfriends had long faded, and he had embraced the idea of living a life unbothered by the presence of others.

El pirata Barkane vendió su alma a una Criatura diabólica del mar.

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Relato corto sobre la venganza de una chica contra los sistemas que perpetúan la precariadad a través de la estética.