Relatos/Short Stories

El Lobo

     “Había algo en su maldita mirada que hacía que mi sangre hirviera descontroladamente, había algo que me exaltaba, me repugnaba y que solo provocaba un frenesí violento dentro de mí. Antes de saber bien que era, antes incluso de que palabra alguna saliera de su deforme boca, apreté los puños haciéndome crujir los dedos … Sigue leyendo


Originalmente publicado en The Blog:
After moving from New York City to Chicago and getting married, Rachel Bertsche realized that her new life was missing one crucially important thing: a local best friend. So she decided to go on one friend date every week for a year, and she documented her quest on…


Dulce et Decorum Est

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to … Sigue leyendo