Follow me

Short Story

Short Story

Short Story

After endless hours of preparation, my mind fell in the trap. Writing has become a fundamental part of my life—somehow, I woke up a monster that feeds on my creativity. I have tried in vain to spend entire days without creating, the only thing I’ve managed is to be haunted by unexpected torments. Even sleeping became impossible, closing my eyes gives strength to this creature that lives within me.

This is how the long journey to create a novel began—the only way to silence the creature. However, it is difficult to stay focused on a single plot, but the hungry being does not rest between chapters. So I had to find an alternative.

In a sea of literary genres, I found the solution—the short story was the food that the creature was craving. I decided to read the works of Edgar Allan Poe, his stories reached a part of me that I hadn’t discovered. I begin to think that I woke up to the same being that lived inside Poe—that creature that forces you to create—the monster that feeds on your works.

After so long, I am still here with my illness—a slave to the literary creation, forced to work until I’m exhausted. It gives me strength to know that you are reading this, to have the certainty that my work not only feeds the monster, to know that you can also take advantage of my efforts.

I hope these words are enough for you to understand my dilemma. I wish I had known this before waking the creature—stopping it before it took up my time. It’s too late for me, I have no choice but to keep creating. I will have to lose touch with the world, get away from all those who were important. Live the existence of a slave; pay my sentence with words.

Latest Stories

A New Offspring
The only way to find the right path it is by following all opportunities until you can distinguish yours. Until then, keep making different mistakes.
The beast in the corner
The tale of a man who would rather be in a different situation, someone with a gift he's not allowed to use in a place he can't remember.
Crashing Wings
Happy New Year, I'd like to start with the right foot by sharing a story I wrote a few weeks ago. Maybe it is just a work of fiction or it hides a message to find our path.
Playing with Fire
The tale of a witch and the love her son had for the princess. A short story about the mistakes one could make when filled by hatred.
Turning point
After a long day, a team of heroes gather around to plan their next adventure. This could be a great beginning for a tale.
Reset button
There's a moment in life when the only thing one can do is forget about the troubles and relax.
The True Knight
Some men are faced with hard decisions, but suffering lies on the shoulders of those who have to see them through.
The golden have fallen
A day to forget, or a challenge only the strong are fit to face. Either way, it's turning into an epic journey.
And the river flowed
Before time had an archive of everything that happened, long before we knew what made us human—there was a tribe in the middle of nowhere.

A writer deeply feels that writing is for him the best thing that has happened or could happen, as writing for him is the best possible way to live.
—Mario Vargas Llosa

Author's Message
Hey there, I'm finally back. Let's just say I took some time to follow my spanish mentor and his crazy ideas. But, I guess it's time to start posting short stories.
Version en Español
  • Español
Amazon Affiliate