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Inside the cage
III.
September 25th, 2010 under Poetry. [ Comments: 2 ]

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Outside, nothing
Inside, the storm

How far should I go
to leave me behind?
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La Furgoneta – The Van
September 18th, 2010 under Horror. [ Comments: 2 ]

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Para Dani.

After several months very stressed in my job, following a friend’s advice, I looked for a relaxing hobby and I thought gardening could suit me. The following weekend I rented a van to go shopping to a hardware shop outside of Dublin. However, it was a disturbing surprise when I found out the back part of the van covered by Wood, full of the slaughter tools and dirtied by blood. I phoned obviously sick Customer Service and I was told that they would handle it and to compensate me, they leave a new van with all the extras at my home door. And it was true, the next morning the new vehicle was there and its back part clean and spotless.

Finally, gardening wasn’t for me but thanks to this rental company I’ve found out my vocation. I’m still renting vans from time to time and I’ve even joint their weekenders club. The bold commercial strategy of this company really hooked in me. It was very smart to include for the same price a van, all the tools and a victim! I’m looking forward to seeing their Client Loyalty Program!
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Revista Digital miNatura 104
September 12th, 2010 under Dark fantasy, Scifi. [ Comments: none ]

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In the issue number 104 of Revista Digital miNatura you can find my shortfiction “Mercenaries of Paradox” in Spanish but you can read it in English below. I hope you like it.

When I hired the starship Paradox, I met her for first time. I contracted it for the transport of the goods that I won to old Jack at cards in Persephone. The commodity wasn’t valuable per se but it was for the settlers. It could mean a brand new start in any of the Unexplored Planets and moreover, Jack always felt redeemed when he was beat by a shepherd.

Her name was Ariel; she was slight, skinny with an anchored abyss to her eyes. I was told that she was just a genetic experiment: a mix of animal and human genes. She supposed to be the ultimate weapon, a fierce warrior with regenerative skills.

For me she looked a lost child who didn’t trust any of so-called “Men of God”. The captain told me that she hired Paradox for a delivery of drugs that stopped her people’s mutation but they couldn´t make it. All of them died into the hands of the Thirteenths. Since then she worked as a mercenary or an assassin like the rest of the crew.

I didn’t doubt of His great sacred deed but her eyes puzzled me for the very first time since I left the Abbey. I wondered if being like her lacked soul. I did believe that his ways were inscrutable and I am nobody to question them but since I met her, I’m following her in her endless running away in this starship full of smugglers and killers. Maybe someday she could trust Men of God and His Word.
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Duty
September 4th, 2010 under Poetry. [ Comments: none ]

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When Now is past
you close your eyes
crying out deep silences
over my shoulders
like my own twisted duty.

There is no more water
to ease my thirst
only sand
from the time
that runs away from me.
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