domingo, 29 de diciembre de 2013

A breach in the black column

They were busily working to and fro in the sunshine. It was a thick column in black, going without anything and returning loaded with food and other stuff. Suddenly, a black shadow and then the black column had a breach, rapidly filled by more ants, after the cyclist went past.

lunes, 9 de diciembre de 2013

The unborn army

Yes, my father died before meeting my mother at university. I am one of those thousands of unborn guys. A stupid insane man entered his classroom at high school and murdered seven students, my father among them. He never gave me either a present or played both of us together.

jueves, 21 de noviembre de 2013

An evening at the bumper cars

Lonely Joe was standing at the bumper cars, looking how boys with more money drove them. Three guys started abusing the retarded boy next to Joe. He addressed his inner anger against them recklessly. Then those guys stopped laughing and pushing the retarded guy and started to beat lonely Joe .

Statistics data

Since he was a child he had had very good grades at school. He was also good at soccer. Later, he was also a hard-working  student who had studied a demanding university degree. Nights and weekends devoted to studying. Finally, graduation day and, immediately after it, his reward: the unemployment. 

There comes the sun

The schoolgirl had always tried hard to grow some plants in her flower boxes. It was always disappointing, as in three years no seed had sprouted. One morning, after opening her balcony door, for the first time she experienced a state of bliss when she saw a tiny green bud.

martes, 22 de octubre de 2013

Another desperate man

Everyday was a heavy burden. He had to struggle to defend his arguments at work. Nothing was given to him for granted. He always returned home exhausted. One day He burst into tears and confessed: “I only want people to love me, but I don’t know how to get it.”

martes, 8 de octubre de 2013

The girl next door

It doesn’t matter whether I arrive at my apartment building at lunch time or late in the evening. When I climb the last step, I know for certain if my mysterious neighbor is there or not. She always lights one of those incense sticks whose scent goes beyond her door.

lunes, 16 de septiembre de 2013

The laboratory

Her living was hard. Many days she locked in her toilet and cried feeling herself ill. Nothing seemed to work either at home or at work. She went to a laboratory to have her tears analyzed. She got high levels of loneliness, frustration and anger, but low ones of resignation.

miércoles, 11 de septiembre de 2013

Duty

The samurai surprised other warrior from behind and hugged him. He couldn’t kill him from behind, it wasn’t honorable. He asked him to take his kabuto off. He was a child. The samurai told him to escape. He refused. When the samurai’s sword touched the dirt, the blade was red.

martes, 3 de septiembre de 2013

The speech warrior

From seven p.m. to eleven, the crossing of those sidewalks was conquered by a huge black "speech warrior". He was a gigantic immigrant who “owned” that corner. He spoke loudly his incomprehensible language, moved his long arms, laughed, debated angrily and talked to his cell-phone. Everything was in its place.

lunes, 26 de agosto de 2013

The duelist

Two duelists were back to back. They had to walk ten steps apart. One of them turned back after his eighth step and fired. His bullet missed the still walking man. This latter continued walking his three steps. He turned, pointed his gun slowly and killed the other defenseless duelist.

A call in the morning

She lifted the receiver and answered. In the nursery her daughter had swallowed something and couldn’t breathe. She got into her Chevy and rushed to the kindergarden. One hundred meters away from it, she crashed into a truck loaded of guilt complex. When the paramedics arrived, she was already dead.

jueves, 22 de agosto de 2013

Her dark side

“Oh, no! I’m incapable of drawing a simple tree”, she used to say. But some years ago she discovered a sudden eagerness to paint pictures. She stopped painting when she realized that what she painted turned real after her paintings had been finished. She was afraid of her dark side.

lunes, 12 de agosto de 2013

Childhood's end

He was a successful lawyer, smart, handsome, appreciated by everyone. He had state of the art cars, a great apartment, and belonged to exclusive clubs. He took private Spanish lessons. Talking about childhood, he said his hadn’t been easy. His father was blind and his beloved mother was mentally handicapped.

martes, 30 de julio de 2013

The polemicist

Whenever he used to argue, people made the effort to accept some points of view. His neck veins and arteries grew thicker when explaining ideas. If you dared reject some of his statements, anger invaded him and his heart started to pound. A lethal heart attack concluded his last argument.

Warm memories

Once, the old man was asked about the best moment in his life. Then, he remembered a few Sunday mornings when he was five or six. He rushed to his parents' bed and his father would tell him one of those fairy tales, accompanied by the warmth of his body.

Disappointment

José firmly believed that when his milk teeth fell down he would receive a present. He believed in "el ratoncito Pérez", which got the teeth children had placed under their pillows and left a present instead. When José woke up, there were some peanuts under the pillow. He felt disappointed.

The bench in the park

It was a cold winter morning in the park. Blue sky and a little wind moving the branches of the trees gently. Pigeons, children speaking aloud while playing, senior couples here and there, cyclists, two fellows jogging. And there she was, sitting on the bench, blonde, well dressed,... and alone.

miércoles, 17 de julio de 2013

Looking back in anger

One after another one, her friends married their boyfriends. One day, when she was 38, she realized she wasn’t married. Though she was a beautiful woman she only occasionally dated boys. One day she assumed she had nobody to go out with on the weekends. She cried bitterly in anger.

lunes, 15 de julio de 2013

Red ink gladiator

He was a gladiator who had devoted his life to fight bad expressions, bad grammar and misspelt words. Every evening his sword got covered in red ink after marking compositions and writing suggestions. Always different enemies using similar strategies. Nevertheless, he knew it was a fight he would never win.

martes, 2 de julio de 2013

Brilliant Ideas

He was an acclaimed writer, though his sharp wit hurt the totalitarian ideas of some people. When the doorbell rang he answered the door. A stranger entered and shot him in the forehead. The walls of the room got filled with talent, brilliant ideas and wise thoughts from his brain.

miércoles, 19 de junio de 2013

The opera singer

Everyday at fourteen fifty he walked energetically along the sidewalk singing opera fragments loudly. He was  probably going home from work. People used to look at him as if he were insane. He had a powerful, clear, baritone voice. Always a different  fragment, from Pagliacci, Il Trovatore or Madame Butterfly.

martes, 18 de junio de 2013

Strong beliefs

Gil made the mistake of saying he didn’t share the ideas of the leader. Gil was taken to prison and found guilty of treason. The day of the execution, the commander of the firing squad offered him a cigarette. Then Gil responded. “No, thanks. I’m trying to give up smoking”

martes, 4 de junio de 2013

The Christmas present

Joseph was behind his father’s coffin, walking solemnly towards his grave. He’d been a good father for him, except for one shadow. When he was six, he asked the Three Wise Men for a Play Station. When the great day arrived, all he had was a globe to study geography.

viernes, 31 de mayo de 2013

Annoyance

That was another one of those episodes of long lasting silence. She, with that serious expression on her face. He, trying to guess the reason for that. She, sitting on the sofa watching television. He, commenting a scene and receiving no reply. And, from time to time, evidences of reconciliation.

martes, 28 de mayo de 2013

A connoisseur

He received a call to wish him Happy New Year. He had lived by himself for many years. He wouldn’t open a bottle of  cava as he only liked French Champagne. He would drink a glass of cider to celebrate the New Year on his own at his small apartment.

lunes, 27 de mayo de 2013

A snowman on el Moncayo

They had never made a snowman together. The journey took one hour as far as the ancient mountain of the region. The temperature gradually decreased. When they arrived, there was only a thin snow layer. All they could make was a forty centimetre snowman, all having much fun. Mission accomplished.

martes, 21 de mayo de 2013

Deadly love


Ferdinand was a lonely sad fellow. He everyday saw Miranda going to school. He was in love with her, though she ignored it. He stopped his van and kidnaped her so that she had the opportunity to get to know him. A week later, a policeman found a dead girl.

martes, 14 de mayo de 2013

The climbing Santa


Johnny’s father entered one of those “Everything at one euro” Chinese stores. He bought a climbing Santa the size of a sheet of paper surrounded by small light bulbs. The small red Santa got stuck at the bottom left corner of a window on an industrial district decaying dirty wall.

miércoles, 8 de mayo de 2013

Slothful existence


He got up late in the morning. He washed himself, had a decaf coffee for breakfast and switched on his television set in the living room. Later, he had lunch. Afterwards, he lay on the sofa watching television and sleeping alternatively. It was a typical day in his exciting existence.

lunes, 6 de mayo de 2013

The canister


Mercedes was ninety-three. That day she felt very bad. A doctor came and sent her to hospital. She knew something was going wrong. A senior doctor entered and told her daughter: “Don’t worry, she will not feel pain”. Ten minutes later, a morphine canister was empty, just as Mercedes’ life.

viernes, 3 de mayo de 2013

The amateur cyclist


He kept his bicycle in an old dark storage-room. When he saw the blue sky a grin appeared on his face in glee. He went on cycling on the green urban cycling-path, feeling the freezing wind on his face and fingers. He had felt alive for an hour once again.

domingo, 28 de abril de 2013

Silent night


Within four hours it would be Christmas Day. Just a few thoughtful walking shadows here and there walking lonely, not knowing what else to do. Just walking and feeling cold on their faces. All of them struggling to delay their arrival at home. Silent night, sad night, night of tears.

viernes, 19 de abril de 2013

The puddle


A foursome surrounded him and walked to the patch of trees near their school. Fear made him bite one of the threatening boys. The leader took a rope and, some minutes later, Ricky was hanging from the branch of a pine-tree. On the ground,  a small puddle of warm urine.

miércoles, 17 de abril de 2013

The birth of a nation


All countries voted “Yes” for the creation of the new country in the U.N. People everywhere felt excited and happy for that important step. The day after, thousands of people left their countries towards the new one. Then, Assholeland became one the most crowded countries in the world.

martes, 16 de abril de 2013

Hunger


He’d had his last meal two weeks ago that cold wet November. Hunger was tearing his stomach. He felt dizzy and sleepy at the same time. Luckily, he came across a ten euro note and entered a restaurant. He ate a steak but eventually he couldn’t help throwing it up.

Unrequited lust


The previous day they had had an argument. Now, they were sitting on the sofa watching T.V. She got up to have a shower. When she returned she was only wearing her colored housecoat. They kept on watching commercials. They felt appealed to each other, but they made no moves.

jueves, 11 de abril de 2013

The director




I pay my five interns and three employees differently. They know I will renew their contracts only if they are “motivated”. “Motivation” means working twelve hours and accepting hunger salaries. My workers do their best. When I call them to my office, I say their production isn’t worth their salary.

martes, 9 de abril de 2013

The girl who longed for a family


She was a beautiful interesting young woman. She wanted to build a family and have children. Nevertheless, once again, she’d met a boy. They had had fun for some time. Whenever she asked for a more serious bond, her partners got insecure, left her alone, desolated, and feeling herself guilty.

Shit island


The monkey lived on a shit island. There were shit palm-trees with the shape of a shit. The coconuts were made of shit and were shit stinking. “Monkey”  was used to those coconuts and loved their smell and taste. One day, he got the enlightenment and escaped from the island.

Far in the distance


In thirty minutes he would be dealing with teenagers in a classroom. It was eight on a cold autumn Monday. He hardly listened to the radio news about how disastrous the country’s economy was. Suddenly he got shocked by the beautiful snowed mountain top. The first snow of the year.

The snail shell guy


Everybody said he was lively, ongoing, a socialite. He had a different concept about himself. He talked to lots of people and had fun, but he appreciated silence, feeling himself out of the sights and words of the world. He wished he were a snail, always protected by its shell.


True wizard


Manolo was always there for us. He was a genuine computer literate. His knowledge was awesome, not only with respect to computers but also to cell-phones. Whenever his coworkers asked for his assistance, he always helped with a smile. He was both a good guy and a humble wise man.

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Good Samaritan


When the toddler released her mother’s hand, she left towards the road and crashed into a van. It didn’t stop. Another vehicle slowly went over her bloody body. Some pedestrians avoided the blood stained road and kept on walking. A few minutes later a homeless stopped and asked for help.


Homage


She didn’t like her own name. Her husband was deeply in love with her. She gave birth to a girl. They didn’t get an agreement on the new born’s name. So he secretly left towards the town hall to inscribe her as “Gregoria”. It was a homage for his wife.


sábado, 6 de abril de 2013

Sensei

In the kendo dojo he mastered the techniques and knew how to teach them. When a kendoka fought against him, the trainee always had the feeling of beating him at the end of the fight. That sensei beat himself to show his mastery and strength. He was the best ever.

viernes, 5 de abril de 2013

Feelings


Before being born he felt nothing. Being a baby he had to be fed, washed and put to bed. Eighty five years later he had to be fed, assisted, washed and taken to bed with the help of sleeping pills. Some time later, after his death, he felt nothing again.

domingo, 31 de marzo de 2013

The test


The board of examiners was sitting in front. He saluted them and his sword according to the protocol. Then, he started his “kata”. Once he finished he sat on a seat of the stands. He then realized it had been his body which had done the test, not his mind. 

viernes, 29 de marzo de 2013

The death row


The “units” crossed the barrier. They were taken into a room. They were slit ruthlessly, the floor full of fresh blood. They carried the bodies out of the room. Then, they were placed carefully in a row in the large oven. “I’d like a roast chicken, please” said a customer.

lunes, 25 de marzo de 2013

The Japanese interpreter

160 people were listening to him. Nobody could understand a single word, except the interpreter. She admired him, his teachings and his effort coming to Spain two or three times per year. Tears of emotion and love blurred her sight when she publicly acknowledged how much those kendoka appreciated him.

viernes, 22 de marzo de 2013

A life


He got married, had two daughters, and worked hard. After lunch, he had a cigarette and a cup of ice-cream. Afterwards, he got asleep in the sofa, while his wife watched South American soap operas. In the evening, they usually went for a walk. And so, until he passed away.

Burning love


She remembered that time they were making love. Both of them burning with desire, wishing to melt in the other’s body. Her hands slid slowly along his back, while his softly caressed her pearled skin. They were rhythmically sinking in a sea of desire, when their baby said: “Mom, piss!”


The swimmer


It was irrelevant whether it was cold or hot, winter or summer. His palms were always wet with sweat. He knew people didn’t want to shake hands or be touched by his hands. His pockets were full of tissues to dry his hands. He was only happy in the swimming-pool.

martes, 19 de marzo de 2013

Charlie



Charlie was eleven. One day he got up while his science teacher was teaching and began to walk amongst the desks. The teacher asked him to sit down. Charlie went on walking and miming as he really believed he had the power of becoming invisible to people when he wanted.

viernes, 15 de marzo de 2013

A writing skills teacher


He always did his best, teaching his students what to do and how to start when they were asked to write a composition. Back at home, he sat at his desk and, as always, he threw the blank sheet of paper into the wastepaper bin after an hour of frustration.

jueves, 14 de marzo de 2013

The candidate


Eventually, the smiling candidate became elected president of the country. Soon, experts warned him of a coming financial crisis. He said they were alarming people. Meanwhile, he continued smiling. Millions of people lost their jobs and the trade unions organized a general strike. And yet, the president kept on smiling.

sábado, 16 de febrero de 2013

A respectable Moroccan seller


Two foreigners had been haggling for some cheap clay pieces  at his stall. The shop-keeper wrapped the pieces with newspapers. The foreigners put them in their car trunk. They were about to leave when he ran to give them a fifty euro note they had dropped carelessly amongst his pottery.

lunes, 11 de febrero de 2013

A stupid electrocution


He was a renowned sword swallower. One day he swallowed a fluorescent bar the length of a sword. There was a blackout in the hall and he lit the lamp in his stomach. People saw the light through his skin and clapped. He bowed. Then, the lamp broke into pieces.

A ten dirham coin


He was standing motionless in the middle of a narrow street in Fez Medina. He was like a dark skinny wooden statue asking for some alms, wearing a worn out djellaba. His mahogany face shone in the sun crossed by deep wrinkles. A foreigner gave him a ten dirham coin.

miércoles, 30 de enero de 2013

Two friends


They were on the beach in the shining sun. Mariano had fair hair while Evgueni had brown hair. They were being friends for half an hour. The children were laughing together, splashing together, speaking loudly together, throwing wet sand together. Mariano could only speak Spanish and Evgueni only spoke Russian.

martes, 29 de enero de 2013

The pub terrace musician


It was supper time and people were eating at hotels and restaurants. He was about sixty, long white hair and black glasses. He was singing rock and roll old songs. White plastic chairs in an empty beach pub terrace were his audience. Nevertheless, he struggled to get a good performance.

viernes, 25 de enero de 2013

The strong man


He could pull from a big truck, throw a dish-washer metres away. He was able to raise heavy stones and grab a bull by its neck and put him on the ground. He was asked the diet he followed. He said he followed a strict diet: eating lots of everything.

The sofa


Joaõ’d arrived at the beach with his friends. They all had made arrangements to spend San Juan’s Night having a good time. People prepared the fires. Joaõ jumped full of energy, but he crashed against the arm of a burning sofa. He burned  to death. Nobody dared to do anything.

miércoles, 23 de enero de 2013

Animal warmth

She lived alone in her tiny apartment. When she returned home from work, no noisy children were waiting for her. Everything was quiet...except her cute playful puppy. It was the only living being that died for her caresses. After its cancer, it had to be sacrificed. She got disconsolate.

lunes, 21 de enero de 2013

A nail house



They had lived there for ages. That house had been the result of thousands of hours of effort and of millions of  yuans. The government wanted to expropriate him for a few yuans. He refused the offer. Now he lives in a nail house in the middle of a motorway.

miércoles, 9 de enero de 2013

The barbecue


His life did not change after the motorbike accident. He kept on running his beach pub. One day he was preparing a hamburger at his barbecue when the telephone rang. While he was talking, he smelled burnt meat. It was the fingers of his paralyzed arm. He hang up.

martes, 8 de enero de 2013

Freedom


The master and his disciple were discussing about the meaning of freedom. The disciple argued: “The highest expression of freedom is having the ability to choose at every moment what to do.” Then, the master asked him: “What if one decides to become a slave for the rest of his days?”

Envy


The two brothers stood in front of their father. He told his younger son: “I decided how to split my legacy: you will get forty; your brother sixty”. The son, full of envy, replied:  “I do not care how much to get, provided it is not less than my brother.”