Visceral Stories

Hanna is a romantic. A believer. An artist who sees the world in fragments of "Halves" and "Quarters." She thought she knew what to expect from her freshman year. She didn't expect Mr. Flash. He's a walking adrenaline rush with a gaze that feels like a premonition. One touch, and Hanna sees the tragedy waiting for them at the finish line. Desperate to change her own ending, Hanna leans into the safety of Mr. Red-the guy with the strawberry-blonde hair, the motorcycle, and a heart that beats in sync with her own. It's easy. It's steady. It's perfect. But can you ever really paint over a masterpiece that fate already sketched out?

The Deposed Amazon is a dark and cutting poem about the fall of a heroine who was once a symbol of honor and courage. In visceral verses, the poetic voice traces the loss of fire, faith, and will-the transformation of a warrior into a wandering shell, drifting through an uncertain future. Images of blunted swords, soldiers without a cause, and desires that consume the soul form an elegy to shattered bravery and the cost of wanting everything. Read slowly; feel every cut; ask yourself what remains when glory fades.

Bienvenido a mi perdición como narrador

This story follows the delusional and overburdened individual Alexander who claims the world is and always will be against him no matter what. His goal is to find out why, but he calls it his "destiny".

A lone traveler stumbles upon a skull impaled by a sword in a hidden forest clearing, only to awaken something buried beneath that should never have been freed.

In a fog-shrouded field, a skull with a perfect circular cut in its crown begins to open, revealing something alive within.

Letters unsent to readers unknown for reasons unsaid.

Unimportant poems.

Flash Fiction. As his father was dying decorated with the cries of agony from his brother and blood, The boy, couldn't process it. The only thing he was thinking was a clock was falling down.

Pequeños relatos nacidos del fuego lento, de los sueños que no avisan, de las memorias que no sabíamos que teníamos. En cada fragmento, una chispa: una visión, una sombra, un recuerdo, un conjuro. Historias breves como brebajes antiguos: algunos curan, otros hieren, todos despiertan. Aquí la tinta es ritual. Aquí cada historia es un fragmento del alma.

La aparición de unos palíndromos causa conmoción en la vida del joven Hernández-Lago.

A Roman coastal city frozen beneath volcanic ruin begins to stir again, its long-buried dead awakening beneath the mud as Vesuvius casts its shadow once more.

A collection of short stories I made. I am a new and aspiring writer. Constructive criticism is welcomed and encouraged!

Una serie de catastróficas DICHAS. Huracanes de emociones. Amor poético y visceral. Sentimientos puros y genuinos. Luces y sombras. Historias de héroes a corazón abierto. Mi historia, tu historia.

With wounds and scars, she tried to live. With him around, she continued to breathe. She didn't think she needed him. Even after two trials, it was still the same answer. And it all happened so fast, almost like reflex.

Following the events surrounding Sara's death and his uneasy return, Oliver Queen soon discovers that another vigilante has set his sights on purging crime from Starling City. No matter the cost. (Arrow fanfic. Olicity stuff, bromanace, babies, love, heartbreak, and fighting...the usual arrow stuff. Part 1-3)

In the distant future, there is no hope. There is only chaos. I was not given a choice but I will take my choice, by force if I must.