He stepped inside the room, a wooden table facing him, a shiny object on top of it. There was no light on the room, it was twilight and the sun was opposite to the door, some photons reaching surfaces almost randomly just to be able to reach his eyes.Read more "The Ring — Short Story."
Through my life, there’s something really important that I’ve learned, mostly through fucking up. That something had evolved and is now one of the pillar that hold part of my reality, see it as the corner stone of a house.
Don’t make promises you can’t keep.
Let’s go into that now.Read more "Keeping promises 101."
“When I thought I had forgotten you, you came back” he said to her, in tears.Read more "Demise of Tears — Short Story."
What are the odds of it, the odds of something happening, the odds of nothing happening? Think about it for a second, when you find someone you know in the street, in a specific place, in the bus stop, in a shop, in a restaurant, in the middle of nowhere. What are the odds of […]Read more "The odds of it, rolling the dice of life."
The end of the story is all that matters, why? Because a story is just as good as the ending itself. A king is no The King without The Crown, just as a story is never great without a Great ending.Read more "The end of the story is all that matters."
We have been lied, we believe people is born genius, we believe people is born prodigy.
The truth is, we make ourselves prodigies and geniuses. But beware, the clock is ticking.
Erase una vez una niña que no sonreía. Sin importar nada ella no sonreía. Y en su pueblo famosa era, pues no había aquel que intentarlo no hubiera. Sonreír ella no sabía, pero todos insistían. Una sonrisa, es lo que querían. Pues todos decían, que si la niña sonreía, el sol también lo haría.Read more "Historia corta: La niña que no podia sonreir."