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When That Pouch Begins to Grow and, Through Sweet Friendship With Gravity, Allows Its Vertigo to Reach the Surface. Carlos del Puente Stories

sábado, abril 12, 2025
 When That Pouch Begins to Grow and, Through Sweet Friendship With Gravity, Allows Its Vertigo to Reach the Surface The first thing Inspector Clarice Starling noticed upon entering the residence was the chandelier—not for its grandeur, but because it hung upside-down from the ceiling, directing the eye toward the floor, its crystals dripping wax like frozen tears, defying gravity with the same casual indifference...

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Vellux. Carlos del Puente relatos Stories

jueves, abril 10, 2025
 The city dripped like a candle left burning in a cathedral, wax pooling in the gutters where Inspector Hannibal Lecter traced circles with his cane—each revolution a slipknot tightening around reality's throat. His pocket watch (stolen from the Mad Hatter during an unfortunate tea incident) ticked backward, counting down toward some obscene apocalypse of geometry.  At the psychiatric gala, Vellux Swan floated through the...

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Every Curve Is a Fetish or a Pearl. Carlos del Puente Stories

miércoles, abril 09, 2025
 Every Curve Is a Fetish or a Pearl The city hung like a wet watercolor abandoned in the rain, its edges bleeding neon into the gutters where Inspector Hannibal Lecter suffered his polished Oxfords clicking against the pavement in a rhythm mimicking the distant Morse code of a malfunctioning traffic light. In his pocket, he carried a single pearl, stolen from a mollusk that...

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