Tag: short stories

  • Deceiving Habits

    He always felt he was meant to be special. It’s a cultural problem when your family treat you ash you are not a common human being. He liked to play with other children, like everybody else, but he always felt there was something different. It was the ambition to know. The immense urge to know everything. He always felt stupid about that fixation. And, in fact, he knew much lest than everything, infinitely less, to be precise.

    But when, in that small city in the countryside, he met that perfect stranger preparing street food, he felt again that thrill. When somebody in your family tells you that you are special and meant for something special, after so many years, you start to ignore it. Like you ignore your granny telling you that you are the most beautiful n the whole universe. It’s called love. And althought it makes you good, it’s also a typical human liability. So, when this stranger told him that she felt something about him, she felt like seeing in him something special. There it went, again. He felt that strange feeling again. 

    Or maybe she was just a good saleswoman.

    It must have been that.

  • Kaleidoscopic Voyages (a short story)

    Kaleidoscopic Voyages (a short story)

    She had to find the necklace before the portal would close.

    Tired, hungry, and angry, she started to feel desperate.

    Whichever she looks, mirrors appear.

    They render her fears, multiplied, indefinitely.

    A kaleidoscope of visions jumped on her last attachment to reality.

    Then, a glint in the distance.

    Like a quasar sending colored cards about its death, rapid sparkles of pearls and diamonds echo in the dark forest.

    With the last strength, she runs towards hope.

    A dream of escaping, of finding herself in the quiet and comforting silence of its orbiting home.

    Irregular reflective crystals shatter as she passes by.

    That strange force field around her continued to affect the natural artifacts of this mysterious planet.

    The intermitting spark gets closer.

    Yes, it’s the necklace.

    As soon as she grabs it with one last leap, driven only by the exhaustion of her body, a blinding light swallows her.

    Bright Light. White. Deafening Silence.

    She made it. Finally, she can enjoy a view from above.

    Far above that menacing gaseous planet.

    An infinite stripe of rocks paves the way.

    It’s only a part of the orbital rings.

    Tired, hungry, and angry she gets her hard-earned particle shower.

    She was a stranger in a strange land.

    And now she will be, again, a stranger.

    But in another land.

    Stranger.

    Mirror, mirror, on the wall.
    Mirror, mirror, on the wall.