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In the Revista miNatura´s issue number 99, you will find my short story named “Changing times“. I hope you enjoy it.

“Emperor is dying”
“And what´s going to happen now, Mother?”
“New times, Son. Darkness in this way comes.”
“Will Dragons die?”
“Yes, my son. Many of us will die.”
“But, why? Humans stop hunting us. They don´t even believe in us anymore!”
“The throne´s successor, Fraener, has in his blood the hate for humans. So, he won´t stop until no one will be alive.”
“Mom, I don´t understand it. He is half dragon and half human.
“They are a die-hard passions race. If the love guides them, they will create beauty all along but if it´s the hate who guides them, then the destruction rides on their names.”
“Then, what can we do?”
“The usual, son, fight and die.”

My name hided a thousand dreams
Yours, a thousand promises.
Every night
with you
I empty one of them
to keep them hollow.

I´ve made up a finishing line
where to reach exhaustively.

Your body was made
by dark corners
where only the time
could touch you.

You covered me with shadows.

There weren´t corners
enough to hide
our kisses.
You got your lips
dirty by mine.

Our love
belongs to whispering.

You rip
my sanity off
while I´m getting caught
in your legs´
poison.

You found out another use
for the knees
of this altar boy.

In the Revista miNatura´s issue number 98, you can find my short story named “Hunger“. I hope you like it.

The Central Goverment have just informed us that the latest entry of Ratest 815 has turned out defective. It should be withdrawed from circulation as soon as possible, however, it´s too late. In my sector, we´ve been the first ones in vaccinating and we´re finding out the side effects last two days. This new testosterone mutation stock is more virulent everyday. The hunger for the flesh is doing away with us. The neighbours are eating alive one another. There is no children or elderly people left, they were the first ones to be eaten shortly after the vaccination. In the streets, there are truly slaughters. Civil Security Team has just arrived in the sector and they didn´t miss any minute and they are subduing all the people. This will be another ghost sector soon. I must confess that I did the right thing hiding here, in the hospital Mary Magdalene, the sinners shelter. In the morgue I will have food enough.

There are many things that the witches, we sacrifice because of the magic; the worst is the solitude of our skins. Our passion is so strong that we burned out our lovers who don´t measure up to us; for that only Djinns can share our bed. My mother spent all her life searching for a fire creature to quench her thirst and when she gave him to me in her deathbed; I accepted him willingly. However, when I went to bed with him, something was wrong. His body was so hard, lineal and curveless. I didn´t feel any attraction. My lack of desire and dissatisfaction were so obvious that the Djinn told me about some beautiful, hot, silk skin fire creatures.

So we made a deal: he will help me out to hunt any of them and I will set him free. I didn´t tell him that I will use him as a bait.

My skin´s nudity
on your bed
is a white flag
uprising.

In my eyes,
I´ve got the hunger anchored.
In yours,
The same old story.

I´ll beg for asylum
Between the martyrs because of you.

A file with the winner and finalists short stories of VII miNatura 2009 International Fantastic Short Story Contest is available. You can read them all but they´re in Spanish.

From your mouth
I fall
lost
I´m searching
the exit,
but there is none
in your whole body,
just the spiral
of your sex.

I won´t come back
to you without
a tattooed map
on my skin..