BlogHide Reblurtsnancybriti1 in nonfiction • 11 months agoCreative 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…nancybriti1 in poetry • 11 months agoGive 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…nancybriti1 in fiction • 11 months agoFiction: 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…nancybriti1 in fiction • 11 months agoEl 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.…nancybriti1 in poetry • 11 months agoOn 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…nancybriti1 in literature • 11 months agoIgual 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…nancybriti1 in fiction • 11 months agoCreative 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…nancybriti1 in fiction • 11 months agoFiction: 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…nancybriti1 in poetry • 11 months agoNo 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…nancybriti1 in fiction • 11 months agoFiction: 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…nancybriti1 in fiction • 11 months agoExtraño 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…nancybriti1 in poetry • 11 months agoFame 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…nancybriti1 in life • 11 months agoFrom 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…nancybriti1 in fiction • 11 months agoCreative 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…nancybriti1 in literature • 11 months agoThe 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…nancybriti1 in poetry • 11 months agoAs 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…nancybriti1 in fiction • 11 months agoFiction: 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…nancybriti1 in life • 11 months agoAítana 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…nancybriti1 in fiction • last yearFiction: 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…nancybriti1 in fiction • last yearOne 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…
