A fantasy tale I wrote for magazine Nexiok (in Spanish) some months ago. I still don’t know how to tell what happened because I’m sure whoever reads it will think I’m missing not just a few screws, but every one … Sigue leyendo →

Original theoretical work in the field of social sciences, developed by the Chilean social worker Jalin Simunovic Menares. This work formulates and develops the Cognosystemic Theory of Human Psychosocial Relational Construction (TCCR), an innovative proposal that seeks to establish an epistemological, ontological, and methodological framework specific to Social Work. The theory integrates contributions from phenomenology, social constructionism, systems theory, language theories, and narrative cognition, among other contemporary approaches. The TCCR offers a new understanding of the construction of psychosocial reality, centered on the narrative dynamics that unfold across different ecosystemic levels. It represents a significant step toward consolidating a theoretical model specific to Social Work, with the capacity to guide both professional intervention and scientific research in complex and culturally diverse contexts.

Si tu lengua es el español, puedes leer el cuento original aquí. It was late, too late, so she needed to go back home: she hadn’t wanted to tell her friends sooner because they would laugh at her, and she … Sigue leyendo →

The “Steelhearts Heroic Fantasy Anthology”, by The Brothers Krynn and M. B. Heywood, continues on Kirkstarter, so you can still get one of the offers or just contribute to the project… Story 5: «Knight of the Golden Armour» by Mercedes de Santiago Fairytale … Sigue leyendo →

(La traducción, esta tarde) The sun had set some time ago and the moon was already in the sky. The stars were clearly visible over the temples and the horizon, as there were very few lights in the vicinity. We were walking in silence towards the place where the meeting was going to be held. … Sigue leyendo The Guardians of Bastet 5: The Guardians’ meeting (Part 2) →

Joe, de los Brothers Krynn, me hizo una entrevista hace unos días, sobre La Leyenda de SInardia y hoy ha tenido a bien publicarla: Sword & Saturday Podcast: Mercedes the Wise by The Brothers Krynn Read on Substack ¡Sólo pensad que es la primera vez que hablo en público en inglés desde hace, por lo … Sigue leyendo La entrevista de los Brothers Krynn →

You can read it at wattpad.  Podéis leerlo en Wattpad. Mañana lo publicaré en español aquí. Buy me a coffee. ☕️

Malaban, holding the reins of the horse that pulled the hay-filled wagon and as fast as he could, went down the road that led to the bridge of Ko-Or-Natu, as he followed the soldiers. He looked up at the sky: Dorian’s rays, the sun rising first in the east and the less powerful of the two … Sigue leyendo Chapter 2 – 16: The Night of Ill Omens (IV) →

In the middle of the ship’s deck, in the already rather dim light of the Dortian sun, with less and less light left because the sky was overcast, a figure was silhouetted before the sunset. Erevin, Duke of Tavonia and Imperial Prince, was growing more worried with each passing hour. It was not long now until … Sigue leyendo Chapter 2-14 TLOS: The Harbour Plot →

Once upon a time, there was a Kingdom, ruled by a Royal family that had just received the most beautiful of gifts: a beautiful and healthy baby. A lot of celebrations were held and great noblemen went to the capital to meet the new heir, a beautiful baby girl who, of course, didn’t know her … Sigue leyendo The clever Shepherd →

Some hours before in the Imperial Castle… Astano, as he entered the Audience Chamber, in front of the Empress and her three maids of honor, was thinking about what he should say first. He didn’t know how to begin because he didn’t want his doubts to come to light. The Empress smiled at him too … Sigue leyendo Chapter 2.10: The Night of the Ill Omens (II) →

Malaban, Nragar, Daval and Bardianen continued their journey towards the Ko-Or-Natu bridge and the Naras waterfalls. The journey had been peaceful thanks to the serious duenxy Grendoar who had accompanied them and knew all the ways and paths between the … Sigue leyendo →

En substack estoy haciendo rondas de enlaces los domingos. Si alguien quiere que algún relato o historia que escriba esta semana que viene sea incluida, por favor, que me lo deje en comentarios, para que lo incluya el próximo domingo. … Sigue leyendo →

The Western Forest was one of the strangest parts of the Sinardian Empire. It was never conquered, but since the latter owned all the surrounding lands, it was considered a part of the Empire. The Forest was lush and ancient, … Sigue leyendo →

The Dowager Empress was in her chamber, before going to the private Audience Chamber that was now hers. Tall and lanky, the four pregnancies she had had had not changed her figure, although when she looked in the mirror she was aware of the passage of time. Yes, she had had children but she could … Continúa leyendo Chapter 2.4 TLOS: The Dowager Empress Abalina, Duchess of Tandras

Our spooktober prompt for today is NIGHTMARE! 🎃 Write a story in 60 words! 🎃 Bonus points if the story will have macabre vibes! Don’t forget to tag me if you follow along with the challenge. Another day, another of  Miguel S.‘S Microdosings: Smombolin was sleeping soundly when some deep and unsettling cries came from the main … Continúa leyendo Microdosing: 60 mg of nightmare / Microdosis: 60 mg de pesadilla

Today on Microdosing our prompt FRIENDS! Write a story in 100 words!  Don’t forget to tag me if you follow along with the challenge. So let’s go with today’s story: The Crown Prince and the guards were in a desperate situation. The Castle has been under siege for months. But the reinforcements the Empress’s Army had received, … Sigue leyendo Microdosing: 100 mg of Friends / Microrrelato: 100 palabras con «Amigos»

Había veces en las que, al llegar la mañana, sentía que había librado la mayor de las batallas de una guerra de la que tenía la certeza de que no conseguiría salir victorioso. La que libraba contra si mismo. El tiempo y la experiencia le habían hecho comprender que los sueños eran, siempre, inevitables y que, no podía defenderse de ellos. Que en la noche camparían a sus anchas y que, en la oscuridad, eran capaces de traspasar su corazón indefenso, dejando, algunas veces, huellas indelebles y caóticas que aunque pudieran parecer reales no eran nada más que la materialización de una malograda. Esa era la razón por la que prefería soñar despierto. Sabía que los sueños que nacían a plena luz del día podían ser compartidos y, tal vez, vividos en compañía hasta el final. Por eso prefería hacerlo al empezar la mañana. Muchas veces en la noche, maldijo las horas preñadas de sueños que no acababan de llegar. Entonces, la espera se hacía interminable y la mañana parecía alejarse hasta hacerse inalcanzable. Al final, su alma siempre cedía y se abandonaba a las sombras, aún a riesgo de volver al frente.

Desde siempre, su alma se amamantó de la transformación de lo próximo, de la realidad simulada en la que habitaba, de las emociones falseadas que se hacían oscuras a pleno día y de las que se hacían una luz cegadora en plena medianoche. Desde el desgarro que marcó el inicio de su segunda vida -ya tenía agotadas algunas de las que le fueron otorgadas- descubrió que la mejor manera de no sentir el dolor de la ausencia era mantener encendida la llama que avivaba lo vivido y que diese de nuevo vida a sus recuerdos. A veces, su propia memoria construía, de manera desleal, una realidad ilegitima, distorsionada y doliente que no respondía a su deseo de construir un futuro que ensanchara su corazón. Se acomodó a vivir con las pérdidas que en ocasiones se inflamaban en su interior con tanta intensidad que llegaban a incinerar la esperanza. Cuando esto ocurría y sentía miedo en mitad de uno de sus sueños, abría los ojos con fuerza y los miraba de frente. Sabía que siempre le contarían historias de otros mundos.