The Pink Maze – 14
Cacti comes to me, thorns dripping blood of monsters, books and heroes. He has killed and fed on...
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Posted by arbolfest | Abr 17, 2019 | Ficción, The Pink Maze
Cacti comes to me, thorns dripping blood of monsters, books and heroes. He has killed and fed on...
Read MorePosted by arbolfest | Abr 15, 2019 | Ficción, The Pink Maze
The pink demon fades away. A sign: “don’t follow the bread crumbs or the broken...
Read MorePosted by arbolfest | Abr 13, 2019 | Ficción, The Pink Maze
The maze is not a philosophical conundrum. If-then-else. Easy peasy. I found a samurai armor, a...
Read MorePosted by arbolfest | Abr 11, 2019 | Ficción, The Pink Maze
I found the rambling man. He carries a broken guitar. His nose was powdered with magic dust. This...
Read MorePosted by arbolfest | Abr 10, 2019 | Ficción, The Pink Maze
Skies are hope. If the maze doesn’t have a roof then it’s possible to escape, right?...
Read MorePosted by arbolfest | Abr 9, 2019 | Ficción, The Pink Maze
Some loco cries in the hallways: “Auuuu, this is my story!, you hear? It’s mine. These...
Read MorePosted by arbolfest | Abr 7, 2019 | Ficción, The Pink Maze
“Are you telling me that my story is a prison?”, asked Cacti. “Every story is a...
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Posted by arbolfest | Abr 12, 2010 | Breves, Fotografía, Vida diaria
Ahora tengo mis cajetillas en un corcho, en lo que llamo mi oficina. Cuando alzo la vista, miro...
Read MorePosted by arbolfest | Jul 4, 2006 | Vida diaria
Llevo dos días en esta casa vacía. Me despierto en su habitación, me paseo en su cocina, veo sus dvd´s, husmeo sin querer en su computadora, de repente me veo abriendo su armario. Llevo dos días en su casa y esta vacía. Mientras...
Read MorePosted by arbolfest | Jun 25, 2006 | Cuentos, Fotocuentos
Al principio me dio risa mirar lo obvio y después me di cuenta que mi vida se volvió un poquito...
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