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The eyes, those two little parasites, were progressively corroding the skin of his face. By Carlos del Puente

viernes, diciembre 06, 2024

"You know what's weird?" Sam mused, flipping through the channels on the dusty old TV set in his grandpa's garage. His voice echoed through the cluttered space, punctuated by the static of dead airwaves. "What's that, buddy?" Grandpa Joe glanced up from his workbench, his hands stained with oil and grease. Sam leaned closer to the flickering screen, his curiosity piqued. "These TV...

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He extended a spectral hand. He cupped his throat with a sudden jolt ripped out his voice. By Carlos del Puente

viernes, diciembre 06, 2024

In the quaint town of Harmony Grove, where the cobblestone streets whispered secrets with every step, there lived a peculiar man named Eliot. He was not peculiar because of his eccentric attire or his unconventional hobbies. No, Eliot was peculiar because he was known for his unparalleled ability to listen. His deep-set eyes held a gentle empathy that could make even the most...

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The character in this story, during sleep, a dream literally stole his voice. By Carlos del Puente

viernes, diciembre 06, 2024

The character, in this troubled night, wandered according to his thoughts. An oppressive silence enveloped everything, as if the universe had decided to put an end to his words. The words that usually flowed from his lips mingled with the shadows of night visions, slipping away whenever he tried to grasp them. In this dream, he was frantically looking for a voice, a...

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Decided one the day a tortuga, with a quick and quick decision, to leave from the bone of his turtle shell. By Carlos del Puente

domingo, diciembre 01, 2024

Decided one the day a tortuga, with a quick and quick decision, to leave from the bone of his turtle shell. In the heart of the sprawling, concrete jungle, there lived a man named Larry. He was an average Joe with a penchant for the peculiar, a trait that separated him from the mundane lives of his fellow city-dwellers. Larry had a secret,...

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In a cave of salt, of his own stubborn will, he locked himself in with a defiant attitude to question the duration of infinity. By Carlos del Puente

martes, noviembre 26, 2024

In a cave of salt, of his own stubborn will, he locked himself in with a defiant attitude to question the duration of infinity. He sought answers in the cold, damp silence, where echoes of his thoughts ricocheted against the stone walls like lost souls searching for a way out. The flickering light of a lone candle cast shadows that danced, taunting him...

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There was for some years, during the Middle Ages, in Europe, a maleficent epidemic of rabies, of animal origin... By Carlos del Puente

sábado, noviembre 23, 2024

There was for some years, during the Middle Ages, in Europe, a maleficent epidemic of rabies, of animal origin, which spread the fury of thirst both in villages, cities, along roads, throughout the expanse of forests. The inhabitants, terrified, began to see in every shadow a possible carrier of the disease, and paranoia took over hearts. The peasants, dressed in the rags of...

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The eyes, those two little parasites, were progressively corroding the skin of his face. By Carlos del Puente

He extended a spectral hand. He cupped his throat with a sudden jolt ripped out his voice. By Carlos del Puente

The character in this story, during sleep, a dream literally stole his voice. By Carlos del Puente

Decided one the day a tortuga, with a quick and quick decision, to leave from the bone of his turtle shell. By Carlos del Puente

In a cave of salt, of his own stubborn will, he locked himself in with a defiant attitude to question the duration of infinity. By Carlos del Puente

There was for some years, during the Middle Ages, in Europe, a maleficent epidemic of rabies, of animal origin... By Carlos del Puente

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The eyes, those two little parasites, were progressively corroding the skin of his face. By Carlos del Puente

He extended a spectral hand. He cupped his throat with a sudden jolt ripped out his voice. By Carlos del Puente

The character in this story, during sleep, a dream literally stole his voice. By Carlos del Puente

Decided one the day a tortuga, with a quick and quick decision, to leave from the bone of his turtle shell. By Carlos del Puente

In a cave of salt, of his own stubborn will, he locked himself in with a defiant attitude to question the duration of infinity. By Carlos del Puente

There was for some years, during the Middle Ages, in Europe, a maleficent epidemic of rabies, of animal origin... By Carlos del Puente

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