Once I wanted to write about a mermaid and another time about seeing ghosts. Inspiration came in the form of three words about heaven and with just ten I created a fairy tale. I have had a taste of poetry, thanks to the moonlight, and stories of less than five pages. Here I compile them for you, because together they are better than separated. But promise me only one thing: even if you didn't like one, give the other a chance; they are all different, with their own worlds, with their own prose. Something in this collection could get you excited. So why don't you wait to see what I bring you next?

Once I wanted to write about a mermaid and another time about seeing ghosts. Inspiration came in the form of three words about heaven and with just ten I created a fairy tale. I have had a taste of poetry, thanks to the moonlight, and stories of less than five pages. Here I compile them for you, because together they are better than separated. But promise me only one thing: even if you didn't like one, give the other a chance; they are all different, with their own worlds, with their own prose. Something in this collection could get you excited. So why don't you wait to see what I bring you next?

Once I wanted to write about a mermaid and another time about seeing ghosts. Inspiration came in the form of three words about heaven and with just ten I created a fairy tale. I have had a taste of poetry, thanks to the moonlight, and stories of less than five pages. Here I compile them for you, because together they are better than separated. But promise me only one thing: even if you didn't like one, give the other a chance; they are all different, with their own worlds, with their own prose. Something in this collection could get you excited. So why don't you wait to see what I bring you next?

Once I wanted to write about a mermaid and another time about seeing ghosts. Inspiration came in the form of three words about heaven and with just ten I created a fairy tale. I have had a taste of poetry, thanks to the moonlight, and stories of less than five pages. Here I compile them for you, because together they are better than separated. But promise me only one thing: even if you didn't like one, give the other a chance; they are all different, with their own worlds, with their own prose. Something in this collection could get you excited. So why don't you wait to see what I bring you next?

Once I wanted to write about a mermaid and another time about seeing ghosts. Inspiration came in the form of three words about heaven and with just ten I created a fairy tale. I have had a taste of poetry, thanks to the moonlight, and stories of less than five pages. Here I compile them for you, because together they are better than separated. But promise me only one thing: even if you didn't like one, give the other a chance; they are all different, with their own worlds, with their own prose. Something in this collection could get you excited. So why don't you wait to see what I bring you next?

Once I wanted to write about a mermaid and another time about seeing ghosts. Inspiration came in the form of three words about heaven and with just ten I created a fairy tale. I have had a taste of poetry, thanks to the moonlight, and stories of less than five pages. Here I compile them for you, because together they are better than separated. But promise me only one thing: even if you didn't like one, give the other a chance; they are all different, with their own worlds, with their own prose. Something in this collection could get you excited. So why don't you wait to see what I bring you next?

Once I wanted to write about a mermaid and another time about seeing ghosts. Inspiration came in the form of three words about heaven and with just ten I created a fairy tale. I have had a taste of poetry, thanks to the moonlight, and stories of less than five pages. Here I compile them for you, because together they are better than separated. But promise me only one thing: even if you didn't like one, give the other a chance; they are all different, with their own worlds, with their own prose. Something in this collection could get you excited. So why don't you wait to see what I bring you next?

Unmanageable little currents in my mind, those fast enough to be unique. My little space, my loose stories...

La historia contada en 1ra persona, de un jovencito que sufrió un trauma a manos del padre que años antes lo había abandonado. Una historia que nadie le quiere creer, pero que él tiene pruebas irrefutables que la respaldan.

Un personaje que he pensado para un escenario de guerra, combate, lucha.... Su nombre es Lync y es desinteresada sobre muchas cosas, excepto sobre armas, artes marciales y que hacer cuando la guerra termine. ¿Solitaria? de hecho no, como las cosas no le importan mucho, es buena escuchando a los demás y trata de opinar de forma lógica (mecánicamente). 

three little pigs and the big bad wolf story,

Fundamentos de la Comunicación Audiovisual Guías de estudio Tema 8. Curso 2014-20145 Asignatura de primer curso en la Escuela Superior de Comunicación y Marketing de Granada TEMA 8. El guion Referencia de autoría: Marfil-Carmona, R. (2014). Fundamentos de la comunicación audiovisual. Guías de estudio. Tema 8. Curso 2014-2015. Granada: ESCO Escuela Superior de Comunicación y Marketing. E-mail de contacto: rmarfil@escogranada.com Código: 1410122313879 Fecha 12-oct-2014 7:06 UTC Licencia: Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivatives 4.0

“The Military Signal Battalion 478” is a fictionalized novel inspired by fragments of the author’s father’s military service. Through emotional storytelling and imagined events, it portrays themes of duty, obedience, personal growth, and the search for identity within the strict structure of military life. While based on real emotions and inspiration, this story is a work of fiction.

Description: Intrusive: The Light is an evocative, slice-of-life narrative capturing one fraught morning in the life of Harvey—a man adrift in a repetitive, decaying routine while haunted by the lingering memory of his missing sister, Sophia. In a fragmented series of interconnected vignettes, Harvey drifts through the familiar confines of his battered car, a perpetually creaking diner, and a chaotic gas station, each setting steeped in sensory detail. Reminders of Sophia—her once-familiar fake floral perfume, the haunting swing of a silver “S” pendant, and even the subtle decay of a bumper sticker—permeate his world, intertwining grief, disillusionment, and a desperate longing for escape. Amid the backdrop of static-filled radio broadcasts and the relentless march of time, Harvey’s inner turmoil and fleeting impulses come to life, painting a vivid portrait of loss and the struggle to reclaim control in a life that feels both relentlessly routine and profoundly transient.