Poor Prince
Poor Prince
A black rider hurried his mount along the dark path in the middle of the forest bathed in the gloom of night, overcoming his fears he rode looking for a hut, immersed in that darkness it seemed too great a risk, but the rider could not stop, he went in search of a powerful sorceress, only the loud rattling of her horse's hooves and the hooting of some owl broke the monotony of that silent night. At last he arrived at his destination, a ruined cabin in the middle of nowhere, deep in the forest, he dismounted and tied the bridles of his steed to a tree near the hut that fell apart, the stench was disgusting but he couldn't turn back. -tock, tock, tock!!!-, the door opened by itself, the black horseman entered without asking for permission.
-Come in my noble Prince!!!-, the man is surprised, because he hid his face and the colors of his house under a hooded cape as black as the intentions of his heart!!!.
-You really are a powerful sorceress. How did you guess who I am?
-Powerful and divine I am my noble Prince, hahahaha!!!-, his malevolent laugh echoes in the small cabin.
-So you're the one I'm looking for?
-I don't know about that my noble Prince, that will have to be decided by you!!! I am the witch Zefra, the most powerful of the kingdoms known to man, with me there is no spell that your majesty can resist, but in my house you are welcome it is worth hiding who he is for more clothes that cover his shield and his face !!!,- the Prince has no choice but to discover himself and show who he is.
-Well, well, that's how I like my beautiful Prince.
-I have come for your services Zefra, I will pay what you ask, even if you prefer a fixed stipend in gold you will receive every month.
-I'm afraid I won't collect in gold my beautiful Prince.
-What do you mean, what do you want in exchange for your witch services?
-A passionate kiss from those red and full lips, hahahaha!!!-, the Prince swallowed thickly, but he had come too far to back down.
The witch Zefra must have been over 100 years old, although she looked 150!!! The witch was more terrible than the putrefaction he had smelled outside the cabin, the young man felt faint, but he endured the onslaught of the witch's tallowy snake tongue.
-Coff, coff, coff!!! Damn, you already have what you wanted, now I demand your services, I want...
-An enchanted apple to sleep that makes you lose sleep, hahahaha!!!.
-Enchanted apple? Why would you want to put it to sleep?, I want to take it with me, I need an artifact, a magical contraption that allows me to enter your house and steal it, because it is guarded by some small but very fierce warriors.
-I understand my beautiful Prince, I think I have just what you need!!!.
Zefra began to take different jars from her shelf, as she took them, she opened them and poured them into her cauldron while she mixed them, stirring them with a large bone of some animal, the Prince could not recognize what they were, the witch named some, - bat eyes, snake brains, two milk teeth of an albino child dying of thirst!!!, Hahaha!!!-, the mixture began to take shape, the witch Zefra mixed everything very well, in the end she threw the last ingredient a piece of lead!!!, the fire under the cauldron was stoked as if a dragon were feeding the forge, -PLOOOF!!!-, a huge black smoke gushed out of the cauldron after the small explosion, the witch Zefra introduced her His bony hand into the cauldron and withdrew a precious golden ring, adorned with a ram's head.
- Here you have my beautiful Prince, when I put the ring on your finger, it cannot be seen or heard by any living or dead being that walks on this earth, hahahaha!!!.
The Prince smiled when he took the ring in his hands, kept the diabolical artifact in his belt and ran out of the hut, without saying goodbye or looking back, outside he unleashed his horse and galloped like a soul led by the devil towards the house of the young woman who kept him awake, the girl did not correspond to his intentions, he was not impressed by her gallantry, her noble title, I heard her gold, -you will see, ungrateful girl, your contempt will come to an end tonight, when you kidnapping!!!-, the black-hearted Prince gloated over his low intentions into the forest while his horse shortened the path to the young woman's house, now his small but powerful friends could not stop him or prevent him from taking her away.
Inside the hut, the witch Zefra arranged on her shelf all the jars with the ingredients she had used in the creation of the evil ring, then she realized that behind a jar of black swamp moss was a missing ingredient, -it cannot be !!!-, exclaimed the witch, she overlooked adding a red desert cactus stalk to the formula, the witch began to laugh with her malevolent laughter.
-Hahaha!!!, what bad luck my beautiful Prince has, tonight he will not be seen or heard by any living or dead being, but in the absence of the red cactus, well, they will be able to smell it!!!, hahaha!!!, and those 7 dwarfs who guard the beautiful Snow White, they have very big noses!!!, hahaha!!!, tonight my poor Prince will have a bitter surprise.
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The Mummy
The Mummy
It cost Maricarmen God and his help to convince her recent friend and rommie Catalina, to accompany her to the hospital in the center of the city, she needed to go see her ex-boyfriend Beto, the poor thing had suffered a serious car accident a couple of days ago, Catalina was not very convinced that it was a good idea!!!, in the 6 months that she had been sharing an apartment with Maricarmen, she had not only confessed to her about the bad times that her ex-boyfriend had put her through, she also discovered Almost shortly after finishing, Beto cheated on her with one of her co-workers when they were still dating, but Maricarmen insisted so much that she ended up going with her.
The two young women arrived at the hospital in the center shortly after 8 at night, and visiting hours had ended, they entered through a side door, the hospital was alone, there was not a soul in the corridors, they went up the elevator to the third floor where Beto's room was located, the corridors on the third floor were also abandoned, that hospital was lonelier than one o'clock.
-But what the hell happened here? Where is everyone?
-I really have no idea Catalina, but this is very strange.
-I told you not to come Maricarmen.
-But I want to see Beto, see if he's okay, the fact that we've finished and now he's my ex-boyfriend doesn't mean that I can't worry a little about him.
-How silly you are woman, do you know which are the only good ex-boyfriends Maricarmen?
-No, I don't know, Catherine.
-The dead!!!, I don't know what the hell you have to come see this Beto, the same guy you discovered cheated on you like a fool!!!.
-One can't be so arrogant in life, Beto maybe serious, he doesn't have family in the city, I just want to make sure he's out of danger, that's all.
-Maricarmen is not pride, it's common sense, what are you going to do if the other one is in the room with him? Guess who is going to end up eating the sweets you bought him?.
The two women walked to the reception area on the third floor, the solitude of the place was terrifying, not a nurse, no doctor or patient in the corridors, not even a security guard to ask what was happening? That hospital It looked like a scene taken from a horror movie, when they arrived at the room marked with number 37 C, the door was ajar, Maricarmen and Catalina entered carefully, they were already scared, inside they only found an empty bed, this was certainly not normal , Maricarmen looks out the window of the room, down in the parking lot there is a crowd of people, nurses, doctors, stretchers, patients in wheelchairs, it seems that everyone had left the building for some reason.
Catalina was standing by the door waiting for her friend to give up to get out of there that abandoned hospital scared her, Maricarmen turned to inform her friend that the entire hospital was standing outside in the parking lot but she didn't have time to pronounce Word, because at that moment a man bandaged from head to toe came out of the bathroom who looked like a mummy, immediately heading towards Maricarmen moaning and grunting, raising his arms in front of him like a mummy from a Mexican seventies movie, -AAAHHH!!!- , Maricarmen screams in horror, Catalina hardened in the fight against monsters, I take the first thing that comes to hand, a crutch !!!, I use it as a battering ram hitting the mummy hard from one side !!!.
-AAAAHHHHH!!!-, it was now the mummy that gave a deafening scream, not so much because of the force of the blow but after receiving the impact that Catalina gave her in her ribs, she fell into the void with no return through the open window! !!, while down in the parking lot the medical personnel and the rest of the patients watched as he fell crashing against the pavement of the parking lot, surely breaking the bones that were still healthy. Catalina took Maricarmen by the arm to run away from the hospital as quickly as possible.
The next day in their apartment the pair of friends watched the news on the TV screen, the narrator reported that yesterday at about 7 pm after receiving a bomb threat call at the downtown hospital, the He himself was evacuated, waiting for the police bomb team to arrive, luckily the call turned out to be a false alarm, after checking the hospital with dogs they found nothing, no major incident was reported, except for a young patient from the area of traumatology named Alberto Medina who apparently slipped falling from the window of his room on the third floor, the young man was now critically ill with several broken bones. Maricarmen puts on a horrified face when she hears the news!!!.
-The prank on your ex-boyfriend's asshole came out expensive!!!.
-You almost killed him, Catalina!!! Will you come back with me to the hospital to see Alberto?
-No way!!!
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The Lady of the Cemetery
The Lady of the Cemetery
Juan reviewed the obituaries daily, always looking for a good grave to desecrate, dead belonging to a family with money was their targets, Lucas was the youngest, the muscle of the operation, both were used to the night, there was no fear or noise to scare them, but that cloudy night, without stars or moon, dark and gloomy, I can swear that when they crossed the threshold of that small cemetery something saw them enter.
It was the first time they had worked in that mausoleum, it was a small cemetery on the outskirts, almost in disuse, Juan did not understand why such a rich family had chosen that slum to bury their relative instead of one of the newer and larger cemeteries from the city where they used to work most often. The target that night was a young woman, just a 17-year-old girl, the cause of death was unknown, they did not include her in the obituary, nothing unusual, sometimes they did not mention it, the young woman came from a family of ancestry With many years in the city.
Lucas began with the jewels, two gold rings encrusted with diamonds, the earrings also made of gold and diamonds to match, on his head a beautiful white gold tiara with some precious stones, when he finished upstairs Juan urged him to finish taking off her dress, Carlos first took off her shoes and threw them towards Juan, then he took the delicate young woman's body out of the coffin to start stripping her of the beautiful white dress that she was wearing, more than a dead woman, anyone would think that they had arranged her for the day of his wedding, then the jackpot was shown!!!.
he men had seen something that terrified them before they died, the doctor supposed, the detectives question the elderly caretaker.
-So, Mr. Samuels, you didn't see or hear anything strange?
-Nothing Mr. Police, I slept like a baby all night.
-The bodies have no injuries, there are no signs of a fight, they did not have time to remove a shovel of earth, but from their faces they died seeing something terrifying.
-Who knows what happened, Mr. Policeman, but the dead have their ways of protecting themselves, of taking care of each other.
-What exactly do you mean friend?.
-For many years, someone powerfull else already took care of it!!!.
-Are you referring to a ghost?
-I don't know if it's a ghost, but after midnight the lady of the cemetery takes care of this cemettery.
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Outside
Outside
Tyrell raised the axe to finish cutting, when his mother's screams alerted him that something was wrong, he dropped everything, took off his apron before going up, his old mother no longer spoke words, rather made some sounds since she became a quadriplegic , but as a good son he took care of her and was always aware of her, when she got upstairs her mother pointed to the back door of the house.
Tyrell tuned his hearing but could only hear the wind hitting the branches of the trees hard, making the occasional tile creak, he went to get water from the refrigerator and when he tried to give it to his mother, she used the little mobility she had left to knock down the glass, pointing again to the door. Not having any other way to keep her still, Tyrell went to the door, put his hand on the knob to open it, but stopped at the last second.
Outside death awaited him, of that he was sure, he had always managed to keep himself safe thanks to his sixth sense, which was not a small thing, alerting him to danger, telling him when to act or when to withdraw. and now it was time to run, she kissed her mother on the forehead as a goodbye, quickly going back down to the basement, she took a bag that she had already prepared, she opened an old refrigerator that hadn't worked for years.
He put his hands to the bottom, pushing aside a false bottom, which gave access to a tunnel through which to escape, he entered, pulling the refrigerator door and placing the lid, that would give him a few minutes of advantage. Outside, Commissioner Mclowsky gave the order for the SWAT team to enter the house, they would not wait any longer for him to come out, the cruel serial killer nicknamed "the butcher" would not escape them this time.
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Diego de la Vega 30.03.2023
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que llueva
si llueve te mojas
Jaloguin
Jaloguin
Don Pedro no entendía este país ni sus costumbres, el día de muertos que para el era algo sagrado, una tradición de respeto, para recordar a sus familiares muertos, en América era un baile de disfraces y mientras mas irrespetuoso fuese el mismo parase que la cosa era mucho mejor. En este país extraño donde su hijo lo trajo luego de morir su esposa Josefa, no tenía ni con quien hablar, sus nietos apenas le entendían 2 o 3 cosas y el a ellos igual, la esposa de su hijo, muy amable y sonriente, pero gringa al fin hablaba menos español que sus nietos. Solo con su hijo podía conversar pero se la pasaba trabajando casi todo el día.
En este día tan importante no podría cumplir con sus ancestros ni sus seres queridos que ya no estaban, tenía meses viviendo con su hijo, pero este día fue el que mas le pego, los extraño tanto y sin la posibilidad de visitarlos en el cementerio, llevarles su pan de muerto, sus frutas, sus dulces, y prenderles una vela a cada uno para recordarlos se sintió fatal Don Pedro, allí llegaron sus nietos disfrazados de sabrá Dios que superheroe de moda, le gritaron -Abuelo, Abuelo!!!- una de las 3 palabras que se sabían en español, le dieron unos cuantos dulces y subieron corriendo a su habitación.
Entonces fue que tuvo la idea, camino hasta su cuarto que quedaba en el primer piso y rebusco en su maleta, -Aja, aquí esta!!!-, exclamo con jubilo cuando hallo el viejo álbum familiar, eso le hizo recordar que ya la gente ni álbumes tiene, empezó a escudriñar en sus recuerdos, paseándose por sus memorias, las fotos de su abuelos, las de sus tíos, la de sus padres, allí también estaban las de su hermano Carlos y su hermana Isabel, y la de su bella Josefa, de ella tenía varias,tomo la del día de su boda con su vestido blanco uno de sus días mas felices.
Pensó en pedírselo a su nuera, pero era mejor pasar la vergüenza de no ser entendido con sus nietos, les toco la puerta y como pudo les explico que necesitaba velas, el mas chico pareció entender y salieron corriendo a la cochera por ellas, Don Pedro bajo hasta la cocina, tomo unos panes, algo de fruta, sal, unos platos y regreso a su cuarto, comenzó poniendo todo en disposición cuando entraron sus nietos gritando - Abuelo, Abuelo!!!- con las velas!!!, los chicos se quedaron expectantes al ver todo aquello dispuesto en su escritorio cada foto, los platos, la comida, y hasta sus dulces también sirvieron como ofrenda, le dijeron algo que no entendió como siempre - wait, abuelo, wait !!!- se fueron corriendo y regresaron rápido con mas dulces y algunas otras cosas que Don Pedro por pena no quiso tomar sin permiso.
Con la ayuda de sus nietos el improvisado altar de muertos, había quedado mucho mejor arreglado y las ofrendas mas abundantes, Don Pedro sonrio, Encendía cada vela, y luego rezaba una oración, los niños no se fueron se quedaron, sonriendo al principio por las locuras de su abuelo, pero pronto se dieron cuenta que era cosa seria, luego de terminar cada oración, Don Pedro les explicaba quien era el de la foto, - estos mis abuelos -, poco a poco y con paciencia los nietos fueron comprendiendo que todas esas personas eran también como su abuelo, sus familiares, su familia grande del pueblo como a veces les contaba su Papa cuando les echaba los cuentos de cuando el era tan pequeños como ellos. Fue un día de muertos distinto, y aunque modesto, hasta algo precario, Don Pedro lo disfruto plenamente, se quedo dormido junto a sus nietos, recordando a su Josefa, a su gente, a su familia, lo mas querido.
Fin.
Diego de la Vega 15.10.2022
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En Casa
En casa
Ronald... Escrito en progreso
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Diego de la Vega 04.10.2022
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A modo de presentación...
Crecí con el estigma de mi apellido
y mas de una vez salí tullido
por defender el honor de mi padre hoy fallecido
luego de tantas peleas, es que nunca corro
hoy ya acepte que soy el hijo no reconocido del zorro
Padre soltero no por elección
hoy mi cachorro vive lejos en otras tierras
no les mentiré siento aflicción
quiero recuperarlo sin tener que librar una guerra
aunque mi padre sea el Zorro, no soy un héroe de acción
Nací un día de mayo hace unos cuantos años
por tanto siempre tengo mas abriles que cumpleaños
no trato de ser gracioso, pero siempre me las apaño
para apartarme un poco lejos del rebaño
soy un alma vieja, un caballero de los de antaño
Escribo un poco de todo o ese intento
a veces quisiera pensar que voy libre como el viento
cuando lo logro quedo muy contento
espero no haberlos aburrido con este jumento
soy Arturo de la Vega y cualquier otra cosa les cuento
fin
Diego de la Vega 26.09.2022
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