Seven lives has a cat

Seven lives has a cat
A couple of months ago, in the master’s fiction subject, they asked us to write an autofiction story. It took me a while to make up my mind, but I decided to write about the hardest experience I’ve had to face in my life, my face-to-face encounter with death. I think it’s about time I ...

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My broken heart

26. April 2019 Writing 2
My broken heart
It took me years to heal my broken heart and now, at last, I had managed to gather the courage to return to the place where everything happened. Its ruins rose before my eyes, even more majestic than when the building was standing. I entered and went straight to that room that had appeared so ...

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The nameless dead

12. November 2018 Writing 4
The nameless dead
It is curious that, although I’ve tried really hard, I haven’t managed to remember anything. Since the very moment I opened my eyes (if I have them at all) in this ominous darkness that engulfs me I have been trying to remember anything, but nothing has come to my frail mind. Here everything looked eternal ...

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Letter from Dorian Gray to Captain Flint

06. November 2018 Writing 8
Letter from Dorian Gray to Captain Flint
I must apologize because I am not planning to translate all the writings and tales I’ll do for my master’s degree. If you know Spanish that is perfect! And if you don’t and you are interested you can try with Google translator. I am so sorry but I have not enough time for everything I ...

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The organ sounded

09. September 2018 Writing 4
The organ sounded
The heavy rain fell again and, on that occasion, it seemed to have no intention of stopping, for it had brought along a bloody storm that managed to shake even the bravest of hearts. The drops of water crashed without rest against the glass of the large windows producing their characteristic sound. But that sweet ...

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Every February the 14th

14. February 2018 Writing 0
Every February the 14th
The time had passed and they were no longer the same, years had passed since the turbulent start of their relationship. But none of that mattered, it didn’t matter if it had been a year or fifty, February the 14th was always going to be a special day for them. That same day, a couple ...

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The White Witch

The White Witch
She was a witch. Magic ran through her veins as blood runs through yours. She was able to heal and kill as easily as you are able to count to ten. But she didn’t fly on a broom, she didn’t have an unpleasant wart on her nose, nor did she have a swollen, bulging hump. ...

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The Red Ribbon

The Red Ribbon
She no longer knew how many times she had heard the legend of the red thread; she didn’t know how many times she had sat in silence while someone was talking about it. She didn’t know how many times she had met someone who had told her that, somewhere around the world, there was someone ...

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The Darkest Hour

25. September 2017 Art, Writing 3
The Darkest Hour
It is quite possible that you have all read about my thesis work already. Well, I’ve finally finished it and defended it, and I got the magnificent mark of 100/100! After all the work and all the hours spent I couldn’t be happier. I have talked many times about my project, but I am still ...

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