by Jose L. Torres - Anadesería | 22 Nov, 2017 | Flash fiction
Dry, acute, nerve, baritonas, radio. This innate tolerance of people close to, attentive often, listen to talks led by a voice actor. Palaver, laughter, onomatopoeias, tag, gossip. Sus discursos discurren...
by Jose L. Torres - Anadesería | 21 Nov, 2017 | Flash fiction
-Mi abuelo estuvo, just like yours, in the great Convention.- I told him. -Ya, like other thousands, that does not share their guidelines. In my twenty-five years of life, still I cannot understand such collective disposal. And here I am, al igual que...
by Jose L. Torres - Anadesería | 20 Nov, 2017 | Flash fiction
I am premature ejaculator. But early, early. It is to see a fallen strap and Bum! The truth is that I've been pretty well, I'm even proud. Currently, in which the time is one of the most precious assets and virtually no one has a second to spare, yo...
by Jose L. Torres - Anadesería | 18 Nov, 2017 | Flash fiction
-Si entendieras las grandes verdades no temerías lo que va a suceder.- said calmly. -Los hombres, those small stores of knowledge, sheltering the underlying secrets of the universe, incluso sin ser conscientes de ello.-continuaba diciendo mientras se...
by Jose L. Torres - Anadesería | 15 Nov, 2017 | Flash fiction
I don't identify them, any of them. A radiant vitality and sweaty kid, with a ball in his hands. Or a few freckles highlighting the face of a feeble body, posando en una cima. O la fotografía de una sonrisa perdida mientras roba un beso a una chica sorprendida....
by Jose L. Torres - Anadesería | 13 Nov, 2017 | Flash fiction
Venero your presence, I obsesiono me to see the reality as you see it, think what you think, with feeling in my being the vitality that you drunk. I inmiscuiré me the sources that support your personality, to plagiarize them at any price in my life,...
