Closing the Circle and Switching Channel

I like videogames. I’ve always liked them. They tell stories of all kinds. Sometimes they help me make them.

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This is me – 1

Hay momentos tristes, muy tristes en la vida de todo ser humano, momentos de ira, felicidad, amistad, temor, heroísmo, vacío, soledad, esperanza, ……nostalgia …empatía. Este es un post acerca de lo que yo siento por ciertas cosas y cómo estas me afectan tanto directa como indirectamente, porqué ocurren y lo que saco de estas pasado un período de tiempo. Continue reading

The story of the bodiless thieves

Well, I have to say this new year 2013 has started as no other ever did. There’re too many things going on and it’s hard to concentrate on certain things I want to do, but there is one thing, though, that I’d like to write about and that is the novel I’ve been writing for about three years.  Continue reading

The Mechahedron – version 2.0

The Story of the Dodecahedron – Plot

The overall plot of the story is about how a college student is driven by an emotional block to materialize a traumatic nightmare he had had in his early studies because of the indirect influence of the ideas of a friend concerning a dodecahedron and the impact of this dream in both their daily lives and in those of others by detonating an increasing detrimental chain reaction of problems  as it descontextualizes the subject of dreams and their derivatives to be free from the mental and rational block still afected by the nightmare.

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“At the end… it wasn’t the ‘Who’ what we were after…”

Excerpt from “Rab-bit: In Search for a Body”

 

Fehr made a pause, thinking, crestfallen.
“Our life ain’t easy.”
The ground suddenly shook weakly and Rab-bit got scared for a moment until realizing it was the big lurk hidden underground who somehow reacted at his brother’s words.
“At the beginning, everything orbits around the ‘What I am and what I want to be’, but later you realize it’s not your appearance, it’s not the What, but the Who, who wears the most value in every lurk’s life. We all fell upon certain greed of which we become alien of and forget who we really are and who we are gonna become. We focus on our tomorrow and shred all plans not to be someone, but to be ‘The’ someone. That who everyone will know, the all-powerful and respected, who at the end… will blame his own past and show the back to the future…”
“Why do you say that?” asked the other quiet lurk, listening with attention. Fehr looked at him seriously and then grinned.
“’Cause at the end… it wasn’t the Who what we were after…”