BlogHide Reblurtsnancybriti1 in # nonfiction • 2 yr. ago • 4 min readCreative Nonfiction: How butterflies growpixabay How butterflies grow Of course we had noticed the changes my older sister had undergone: her body was changing, her face was changing, and she was much older than all the girls on the block. In fact, Mom had once called her into the room and the two of them had talked for a long time. Although I was playing with my other younger…nancybriti1 in # poetry • 2 yr. ago • 1 min readGive me a second[pixabay( Give me a second I still can't get used to your absence, I still have my hands outstretched waiting for you for you to arrive like the butterflies arrive and kiss me on the forehead. Give me a second my eyes are still lost and I can't find them. Loneliness is a stain on my wings that grows like flowers and the emptiness in…nancybriti1 in # fiction • 2 yr. ago • 4 min readFiction: The day Ana met the seapixabay The day Ana met the sea The last memory I have of my father is his back as he walked away down a sandy path. I remember it was when mom and I first met the sea. It was July and I was out of school. My mom had woken me up early. Get up and get dressed quickly because today you are going to meet someone very important," she told me…nancybriti1 in # fiction • 2 yr. ago • 5 min readEl niño y su dibujopixabay El niño y su dibujo Esteban se acomodó en un asiento desocupado que daba al pasillo. Al lado de él, junto a la ventana, estaba una pareja y un niño. Miró inquieto su reloj de pulsera. La reunión era a las 2:30 de la tarde y el tren estaba retrasado: debía haber salido a las 10 de la mañana y estaba saliendo a las 12 del mediodía.…nancybriti1 in # poetry • 2 yr. ago • 1 min readOn the top of the wind we will build our housepixabay The time has come that you said when the wind would strip our branches bare, when the cold would find us in each other's arms, and our mute tongues, of impossible birds. would give sounds to the whole house. It was for this time that we accumulated caresses, that every day and every night you spoke to me, that we sheltered the…nancybriti1 in # literature • 2 yr. ago • 3 min readIgual que la navidad del Chavo del 8Imagen de Pixabay modificada en Canva Igual que la navidad del Chavo del 8 Pancho era un niño de esos que abundan en el universo: inocente, bien portado, humilde y con una imaginación tremenda. Aunque vivía en una zona empobrecida, no había día en el que Pancho no amaneciera con una sonrisa en el rostro. Brincaba como brincan los conejos…nancybriti1 in # fiction • 2 yr. ago • 3 min readCreative Nonfiction: The candy warThe candy war Early in the morning we had taken over the kitchen to make all the desserts and food that would be served for my oldest nephew's birthday. It was not only the cake: a 3 kilos cake decorated with whipped cream and chocolate rain; it was also the cupcakes filled with custard, chocolate rolls and decorated donuts. The boy who would…nancybriti1 in # fiction • 2 yr. ago • 4 min readFiction: The warningpixabay The warning An old man was sitting on a stone by the side of a road weaving some wickerwork. A late-model red car pulled up and inside was a young newlywed couple: _Can you tell us which road we should take to get to San Lorenzo? -said the man behind the wheel. The old man, who looked strange, looked at them carefully and then…nancybriti1 in # poetry • 2 yr. ago • 1 min readNo one knows it is brokenNo one knows that in every failed relationship he has left a piece, that his incomplete heart has had a bite taken out of it, a mark, a wound. That her eyes overflowing with tears have made the leaves rustle and there is no word in this hour that is a swing, a bridge, a wall to stop death. No one knows that it was she who offered the…nancybriti1 in # fiction • 2 yr. ago • 3 min readFiction: A Christmas for Grandmapixabay A Christmas for Grandma It was November and the bagpipes, Christmas carols and choirs were already beginning to be heard. Although the weather was still causing people to suffocate, the cold breeze of the Christmas nights was already beginning to be felt, and many commented: "It already smells like Christmas! -It already…nancybriti1 in # fiction • 2 yr. ago • 2 min readExtraño Concurso No 34. Una extraña historia de Navidad: La tristeza que alumbraExtraño Concurso No 34. Una extraña historia de Navidad: La tristeza que alumbra Había llegado diciembre y las esferas de colores todavía permanecían guardadas en la caja de madera: ─¿Por qué estaremos aún guardadas? –preguntó una de las esferas más pequeñas. ─¡Espero que no se hayan olvidado de nosotras! –dijo una esfera de cristal…nancybriti1 in # poetry • 2 yr. ago • 2 min readFame and fortunepixabay Fame and fortune Hundreds of people came to the fruit stand every day. Every day, Jaime and his son Darío set up their tarantín with the best fruit in the market. While the father was in charge of arranging all the merchandise, the boy would hawk the price and the fruits that were available: Take the apples, Doña Ana. I have…nancybriti1 in # life • 2 yr. ago • 3 min readFrom dust we came and to dust we shall returnpixabay Del polvo venimos y al polvo volvemos From dust we came and to dust we shall return I arrived in town at about 1:00 pm. The streets were deserted and dusty as if a hurricane had blown everything away. I got out of the car to see if I could find anyone inside those few houses that looked like they would collapse with the…nancybriti1 in # fiction • 2 yr. ago • 5 min readCreative Nonfiction: The light that guides the birdspixabay The light that guides the birds There are some things that you don't know when they start, at what moment the difference was made, but in others, yes. That is perhaps why I can tell you the precise moment when a difference was made in me: the first and one of the most important. I had finished my school year and my previous…nancybriti1 in # literature • 3 yr. ago • 3 min readThe loneliness of man.pixabay The loneliness of man From the window, hidden in the dark, I have heard how the children have thrown stones at the house and broken the few remaining panes of glass. Every day, after they get out of school, they pass by the front of the house and say among themselves: There lives the monster, the monster is near, watch out for him -…nancybriti1 in # poetry • 3 yr. ago • 1 min readAs long as the heart is kept warmpixabay It was getting dark and the world was walking without looking at each other: colored lights, backdrops and parties. The big shop windows showed happiness for sale: luxuries, sweets, boxes with huge silk bows. In a hurry to be with the family, as recommended on television, with loaded arms they went, smiling, stressed by the…nancybriti1 in # fiction • 3 yr. ago • 4 min readFiction: Nothing is ever foreverpixabay Nothing is ever forever It is a girl," the midwife informed her father and the man left the house, mounted his horse and no one ever heard from him again. Maria grew up listening to that story, not only from her mother's mouth who saw her as the reason for the abandonment of the beloved man, but also her family and all the…nancybriti1 in # life • 3 yr. ago • 2 min readAítana llora bailandopixabay Aítana llora bailando Aítana se mira en el espejo y lo que ve no le gusta. Sus compañeras del bar le han dicho que se ve vieja, cansada y ojerosa. Sus creencias arrogantes dicen que debe hacerse unos retoques: "Tal vez inyectarte los labios, las cejas, los pómulos, Aítana". En cambio ella solo mira en su rostro huellas cruciales…nancybriti1 in # fiction • 3 yr. ago • 4 min readFiction: The thresholdpixabay The threshold As if attracted by a magnet, he moved towards the light in front of him. He did not know if he was walking or flying, but what was clear to him was that his body weighed absolutely nothing. When he was in front of the threshold, he crossed it decisively. He immediately felt the difference. The atmosphere was icy…nancybriti1 in # fiction • 3 yr. ago • 4 min readOne white and one yellow dovepixabay One white and one yellow dove . From a corner of the car, I hear my parents talking about me. My academic performance has declined and I've been skipping classes. My dad is very upset and so is my mother. They point their fingers at me, their eyes trying to drill into mine. They want me to feel bad, to say something. But I've…
