The book of John Doe
The sound of boots on stone shatters the silence.
Metal clinks — swords drawn. Voices rise from the corridor. Continue Reading
murder
Who’s killed Neruda?- by Juan M.S.
I wake up today and I’m informed Neruda was killed. He didn’t die of old age, mumbling some romantic words to the last love of his life, nor he ate some buttered bread that very same morning, thinking of some… Continue Reading
Tejerina’s horror- by Juan M.S
Recently someone remarked that my horror stories are too violent and therefore unpleasant. I answered that I just depict the world as it is; the pristine world is generous but also hostile to human kind and we need to thrive… Continue Reading