Stories · CUT Version

Corazón de Ángel · Versión CUT

Corazón de Ángel · CUT Version

New Orleans didn't sleep; it sweated. At night, the city seemed like a living, humid, superstitious creature. Everything breathed at once: the old lampposts, the warm sidewalks, the faint mist...

Corazón de Ángel · CUT Version

New Orleans didn't sleep; it sweated. At night, the city seemed like a living, humid, superstitious creature. Everything breathed at once: the old lampposts, the warm sidewalks, the faint mist...

Los Escondidos · Versión CUT

The Hidden Ones · CUT Version

In the century they lived in, desire was not confessed: it was repressed, prayed over, or secretly written down. Aélis had been raised to obey even before understanding. Daughter of...

The Hidden Ones · CUT Version

In the century they lived in, desire was not confessed: it was repressed, prayed over, or secretly written down. Aélis had been raised to obey even before understanding. Daughter of...

La casa en la colina · Versión CUT

The House on Haunted Hill · CUT Version

When they got married, everyone said the same thing. She was too young for him. Some said it maliciously, others with a knowing smile, as if it were a socially...

The House on Haunted Hill · CUT Version

When they got married, everyone said the same thing. She was too young for him. Some said it maliciously, others with a knowing smile, as if it were a socially...

La primera noche · Versión CUT

The First Night · CUT Version

When she turned the doorknob, he was there, with his coat collar turned up and the water running like a slow caress down his cheek. In his hand, he carried...

The First Night · CUT Version

When she turned the doorknob, he was there, with his coat collar turned up and the water running like a slow caress down his cheek. In his hand, he carried...

El Encuentro: Una Geografía de Sombras

The Encounter: A Geography of Shadows

I remember walking in: my arms heavy with books and my eyes brimming with exhaustion. And there she was, in the heart of the room, dissolving the tension with a...

The Encounter: A Geography of Shadows

I remember walking in: my arms heavy with books and my eyes brimming with exhaustion. And there she was, in the heart of the room, dissolving the tension with a...

Una lectura prohibida · Versión CUT

A Forbidden Read · CUT Version

They moved towards a less illuminated corner. The shadows protected what should not be seen. The closeness was no longer accidental. There was something inevitable in the way their bodies...

A Forbidden Read · CUT Version

They moved towards a less illuminated corner. The shadows protected what should not be seen. The closeness was no longer accidental. There was something inevitable in the way their bodies...