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Crônicas

There is a creature living inside me as if he were at home, and he is. He is a black horse with a shiny coat …

The storm

Johnny was always with the dogs. There were three of them, and they looked the same to me, but Johnny …

Hoy he vuelto a escribir

Aquella noche febril, en la que vi mi mundo pasar en frente de mí (de pies a cabezas) y con …

Bloodchild

A lot of people think “Bloodchild” is an analogy to slavery, but Octavia Butler explained that it’s really a science …

El amor cura

Mirium era de la ciudad. Tenía ojos oscuros y todos miraban hacia abajo para verlos, pero a ella no le …

Jim Stately

Jim slowly walked out to the mailbox, late in the day in the early summer breeze. He could smell the …

The book of the grotesque

The writer, an old man with a white mustache, had some difficulty in getting into bed. The windows of the …

The origin of opium

There was once was a very pretty Hmong girl who, contrary to the customs of our people, remained a virgin …

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