Eran ya las cinco de la mañana y todavía quedaba gente en la Calle San Sebastián. Olores de bacalaito, alcapurria y cerveza se mezclaban junto al sereno caribeño perfumando las calles con fiesta. En la distancia se escuchaban unos timbales acompañados de un coro de voces: “Mañana por la mañana…llena tu casa de flores”. “Flores”, pensó Alexa. “Mañana voy a…
Amy walked out the automatic doors of the baggage claim area, wishing she could somehow wake up and all of it would have been a horrible nightmare, but as she heard the thunder outside and saw the dreadful weather she knew everything that had happened in the last three days was real. There was no more denying it. She clutched…
The house stood at the top of a hill. Although the ad promised “plenty of rooms, grand living spaces, balconies and a large patio,” it was huge; much more than I had imagined. I considered walking away, lest I fall in love with the place and not afford the rent, but I was already there. I had nothing to lose…
La casa estaba trepada al tope de una cuesta. Aunque el anuncio prometía: “muchos cuartos, salas grandes, balcones y un patio gigante,” era enorme; mucho más de lo que me había imaginado. Consideré alejarme, no fuera a ser que me enamorara y no pudiera pagar la renta, pero ya estaba allí. No perdía nada con verla. Subí la cuesta…
I've been thinking of blogging my book. It's a fantasy mid grade novel. However, I'm not sure if it will reach the right audience, since most 8 - 12 year olds aren't freely searching the net and following blogs. What do you guys think? It would be a brand new blog. 1 chapter a week perhaps... FYI: There are fairies,…
She sat in the living room and lifted her hair up above her head, fanning the back of her neck with her free hand. The small breeze collided with the sweat of her skin and provided some comfort, however short-lived. She tied her hair up in a ponytail, but it was fruitless. The hot, sticky air clung to her skin…
Son dos, pero el de los pasajeros dejó de dar señales de vida hace más de un mes así que nos queda uno: el de carga. El de carga era aquél que todos evitaban. Ese que amenazaba con quedarse a diario, e inclusive estuvo meses fuera de servicio. Ahora ese es el que nos queda. Pero es malo y caprichoso.…
Once upon a time, in a not so far away land, there lived a beautiful, smart and talented princess. She was a happy lady. Her sole responsibilities were taking care of herself, her home, and her children. In return for her efforts, the men in her life would provide for her everything she could ever need. Needless to say, this…
"A pasos del mar... con la memoria del Tango en los pies." -Maricel Jiménez Peña
Me extendió la mano invitando y la tomé. Su brazo, firme, agarró mi espalda y con el mío correspondí; dejando inclinar mi cuerpo hacia el suyo. Del abrazo surgió un movimiento. Lado a lado nos mecimos; un vaivén como las olas del mar. Mis pies esperaban su intención, ansiosos. ¿Cuándo? ¿Qué? Me ardía la curiosidad. Sentí su pecho dirigirme. Sutilmente…