los suenos mios
22 august 2010 | short story | spanish

Tenía miedo de que los demás fuera a descubrir mi secreto. Para mí, cuando estaba en una situación donde las personas empezaron a [...]darse cuenta de mi problema, la única cosa que yo quería hacer era salir o tratar de correr muy lejos. Aunque, hay muchas veces cuando esta acción no era posible y por eso, les mentía.

This Spanish short focuses on the trial of a man accused of rape. It is a look into his mind, more specifically, the dreams he had and their possibly explanation of events that occurred. It is an analysis of the possibility of confusing our real memories with ones created by our dreams.

barcelona project
13 july 2010 | science

One of the presentations I had to give during my stay in Barcelona. Detailed some of the progress made in characterizing the response of di[...]fferent Drosophila species to a set of odors.

los ambiciones equivocados
05 may 2010 | short story | spanish

Mis amigos y yo fuimos al bar cuyo nombre es “Club Dos”, es muy famoso en esta parte de la gran ciudad. Sus ciudadanos le [...]ponen algunos nombres a la ciudad, como “La Ciudad sin Tierra” o “La Ciudad de Edificios”. Para que tengas entender más sobre lo que ocurrirá, es necesario que yo les explique lo que es la ciudad.

Next Spanish short, it focuses on a magnificent city and its origin story. It is something of a cautionary tale, made all the more real by my experiences in Singapore.

en el mundo de los dios
24 april 2010 | short story | spanish

Me desperté en la casa de mi novia. Esta alcoba tenía muchas sillas; mi novia le gustaba invitar a sus amigos aquí y nos cenemos ca[...]da viernes. Odié a sus amigos de mi novia, ellos eran terrible y egoistica. Pero, no es el punto de este cuento, quiero hablarles sobre mi aventura en el otro mundo. No he contado a otras personas sobre este evento; creo que si lo hago, la gente creería que yo sea loco y me ponen en una cárcel.

To practice my Spanish I began writing a couple short stories in the language. This if the first, which focuses on an abduction and the magic of exploring a new world.

killer's army
21 december 2009 | short story

The trees flew past us, the wind almost drowning out the roars, hisses, and howls that permeated the area. The gun felt cold in my han[...]d; it weighed me down and got in the way of my agile attempts to slip through the undergrowth. To my left was Marsha, like a sly fox she twisted and turned to avoid everything Nature did to obstruct her path. To my right was Judy, her movements labored owing to the gash running down the side of her leg. It oozed green and yellow puss—we may have to kill her before she turns. The twigs and branches continued to rip through my clothes and skin, yet it was nothing compared to the terror that drove us forward. The howls grew louder and the falling of trees could be heard behind us.

Perhaps the pinnacle of my horror stories, it is a relentless, fast-paced tale of zombies, an accident in the making and a mysterious man. There are two independent stories being told, but drawing the link makes everything much more satisfying.

two kinds of odd
09 december 2009 | short story

I've always wanted to fly--to soar and twirl without a care, to dive bomb that crazy little brat who walks on me every day and sp[...]ills his rancid milk, or to skim the streets unhindered. Alas, I am here, watching the world pass me by. I was always the odd one out, but that would make me special right? It's always good to be special...

A tale about an inanimate object (I'll let you figure out what) and its journey to be free.

death
28 november 2009 | short story

There are two goals in life, to reproduce and defy death. No, you have it all wrong. It is to become at peace with the world and a[...]ccept death.
You both are fools, it is merely to see Death.
A black cloud descended upon the scene and the three Magi tensed.

A dark, brooding story about three magi and their battle against the darkness.

humanity's gold
20 november 2009 | short story

Captain’s Log 1.25.2838 My eyes watered at the sight. We had finally discovered what we had spent all these years wandering [...]aimlessly for. Shifting and moving, the silvery substance coated the land, its beauty enticing and dicing. There were several who ventured over its smooth surface, dying one by one. Out in the distance could be seen the splendorous pinnacle, atop its peak a mountain of gold. Men still strove for that most holy of materials, still killed and maimed for a chance to hold and possess it; some said that gold had become more than a sign of wealth and power.

Another story that ended up inspiring my book-in-progress Filugori, it is a focus on humanity's lust for something, anything, that will bring him fame and glory. It uses a character more obsessed with the adventure as a counter-backdrop to the drama unfolding around him.

broken
11 november 2009 | short story

“Haha, my brother, how have you been?” “Great. Times are good, money is flowing, bitches crawl all over me—wh[...]at more could a man desire?”
I sat in the corner through blurred vision, watching them hug and chat. Grrrrrrr. There were many things I hated about this house, least of which was the rats. I went to work every day, but that can wait. I got up and was immediately dragged back down. The chains, how could I forget?

Inspired by a series of articles on sexual slavery in Eastern Europe, this is a surreal, sad tale of a girl and her abusers. This took my experimentation with more suspenseful, fear-driven stories to another level. Unfortunately, not all stories have a fairy-tale ending...

rate
28 december 2008 | short story

America needed help. The rise of China, Japan, Germany and various other nations was fast making it an irrelevant player on the intern[...]ational scene. Resurgent Russia and climbing India looked to give America a run for its money, in both domestic and foreign markets. And so on to the scene came Rate, to save America, to preserve and spread truth, justice, and the America way.

A campy story about the demonization of capitalism in the media.

filugori
27 december 2008 | short story

The pair looked out across the gorgeous vista, the golden plans below waiting to be harvested, the mountains in the distance yearning [...]to be explored, the hidden structures and stories aching to be discovered. The sky was auburn green; owing to the transition between ecosystems as the planet was terraformed. The suits were itchy, their bright white exterior blinding those foolish enough to stare at them. They reminded him of the astronaut suits they used to see from the late 20th century photos.

Possibly the best short, it focuses on the attack by an unknown entity on an alien city. The fear, anticipation and rapidly switching perspective were an experiment in a new style for me. I think it paid off.

the heroic ones
17 december 2008 | short story

Smith was nothing special; he had grown up in middle America in a comfortable middle income family, his parents rather tame--an old li[...]ne Republican and a right-leaning Democrat. His formative years were spent building forts with his pals, exploring the streams nearby and wandering out into the woods, and learning from the small district that had the elementary, middle and high schools rolled into one large building. He loved those years, he reminisced constantly about them, longed to have them back, but that could not be.

Inspired by John Dos Passos's brilliant The 42nd Parallel, this short attempts to paint a picture of an ideal America.

selling your soul
13 december 2008 | short story

It was a pristine autumn evening, the street was wet from the recent rain and the trees had become a spectacular array of browns, reds[...], and yellows. The streetlights cast a surreal glow on the scene. Kil walked down the street, her dress billowing in the wind, her gait slightly off. She was the height of an average man, tall and slender, with billowing red hair.

Arrogance can get the better of someone. A look at the people who are so full of themselves they fail to see the pain left in their wake.

the paranoid man
08 december 2008 | short story

“Hey honey, how are you? Been a busy day, considering not looking at any work tonight, I’ll relax and spend some time with y[...]ou.”
“Oh that would be lovely, but I am going out tonight.”
“That’s okay, is it a prearranged formal thing, or can I join? Whose it with?”

The fear we all face when someone we love is having fun with another is examined here through the paranoia of a middle-age man.

what is not known
25 november 2008 | short story

Ever get that feeling, that the people you know may have something to hide? That the girl you've been with for all this time is cheatin[...]g on you? Or taking advantage of you? Ever had that thought that the friend laughing with you is just looking out for the next opportunity to fleece you in the name of 'friendship'? Friendship! Base on what?!

A stream-of-conscious story about social paranoia.

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