Raúl, nuestro protagonista es un chico de 22 años, no tiene muy claro que quiere hacer con su vida. Acaba de terminar su carrera en Ciencias, pero no encuentra trabajo de lo suyo. Por su parte, su amiga, Lily, es una chica algo mayor, tiene 24 años, tiene una carrera en Ingeniería Aeronáutica, pero no hay trabajo disponible para lo suyo en su país, por lo qu...
Ana había estado buscando trabajo durante una larga temporada al llegar a Nueva York pero a parte de unos pocos trabajos en cafeterías esporádicos no había conseguido nada decente. El dinero que había ahorrado para trasladarse a Nueva York desde España se estaba acabando y estaba muy preocupada por este motivo. La mañana de un miércoles fue una entrevista pa...
If anyone has read "The Little Prince" by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry then they might understand this story better. I wondered what happened after/if the little prince went back to his planet and this is just my little experiment that I went with. I wrote it all in one breath, and I hope it makes sense. I'm posting it on here to see what people think of it, and...
The night air was warm as the flamenco music drifted in the balcony doors. The city sounds were growing as the hour grew late. It was night time in Sevilla. The cafes in the Barrio de Santa Cruz were starting to fill up with friends meeting for tapas and drinks. I stood on the balcony, leaning on the railing, sipping my sangria. Loving the fruity wine taste...
She is sore when she climbs out of the rented Aston Martin. Her hip joints hurt and pain radiates from between her legs as she walks up the bleach white driveway through the blazing Vegas heat to a sprawling mint green stucco mansion. She ignores the pain, as delicious as it is, to the best of her ability. She ignores the memories of Mandrake and Mint that t...
Twelve Silken Buttons. "I'll take the counter this morning, if you like," said Gabriela, pulling her black hair back in a twist and flicking a band around the thick coil. She inspected her red lips in the mirror, stretching out her fingers to see the same colour red on her nails. Gabriela hoped he liked red. She'd bought the matching colours the night befor...
Gabriela unveiled her hood as she approached the tent pitched in the dark. The wind was howling—swaying the enemy flags through the crisp, ebony air. The snap of tent flaps flickered warm firelight glow into the barren, snowy plain. The Royal basecamp was in the heart of Barbarian territory. The two leagues of rogues were at war; each as wild and merciless...
Gabriela Casimiro was not pleased. Women like her didn't wander through suburban malls on a chilly Christmas Eve. They didn't wait in ridiculously long lines. And they certainly didn't get shoved forward, backward and sideways by the overweight and overloaded shoppers surrounding her. Fucking Christmas, she thought with a discernible sneer. It was bad enoug...
The propeller engines of the small plane sputtered to life in a choke of black smoke and fuel fumes. April watched as the propellers whirred faster and faster with widening eyes and an increasingly white face. Dr. Patterson walked over from the coffee shop holding a cardboard tray with three cups of coffee. "Ready girls," he said briefly to April and May be...
A Journey of Passion: The Holidays This year he had so many things to be thankful for, Seth reflected. Shelby and Dallas both were smiling more after Rex's death. They both were healing and moving on as best they could. Then there was Gabriela. She was the best thing in his life. His office staff even teased him about the way he'd changed since he met her...