El caballete:

Escritura semanal de pequeñas historias por un grupo de personas con mucha imaginación y poco tiempo libre.


short story: Nameless

Words: Insomnia, duty, hope

The shape of a metal warrior within the corridor, tremble under the soft light of the candles, giving the false impression of a breathing and living statue. Outside, a freezing breeze whistle in the trees like the howl of a lonely creature in the dark of an autumn night. it´s duty is to preserve the wisdom born from the insomnia of death writers. An immortal guardian for an immortal legacy.

In the woods a deformed creature develops like a shadow, walking like a man made of mud, with slowly steps make the path through the weeds and reach the window that lead to his destination. 
-Who is there?
-I don´t have a name- replied the creature to the guardian- maybe you can find me one, maybe in that books there somebody thought before that I could exist and maybe gave a name to the shadow that appeared in his nightmares.
Some silence and therefore the guardian replied
-I hope you can easily find your way out of here, maybe you only need to think back in your steps.
-I don´t feel confortable with the idea of freezing outside again -the creature enter the great library and gaze at the magnificent place.
-where, oh where, I will find myself. If in the cold nights I´m only the product of the light of the moonshine in the trees, If in the bedroom of a king I´m only the man who stare at him from his mirror. How is the sound of my voice if my voice is only the echoes of a previous man that don´t know of me, but decides the words I must say in the lonely cliff. Where is my place in the world if my existence means only an anonymous reflect? I´m not a tree, a king or a man in the cliff, my existence doesn´t mean anything for them but their existence means the entire world for me.
-Good night my friend, I will sleep for a long long time. So long I have been wandering around this weird world of us. Tired of thinking, and tired of unanswered questions I will sleep. Dreaming and looking forward to obtain someday the name that I want, I will sleep.
The creature took the form of the shadow of a closed book and ends his insomnia for a few decades.  

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