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The Pink Maze – 14

Cacti comes to me, thorns dripping blood of monsters, books and heroes. He has killed and fed on the innocent and the stories. Cacti was a tank that kited all the aggro. I take off my samurai armor. Cacti pushes a thorny sword through my chest. My heart is now full of thorns, and anger, and expectations. My heart is a cracked mirror. We sit next to each other. The dog lies at my feet. The restless can finally sleep.

You allow yourself to be. An ultimate expression of love. Is this a truth...

The Pink Maze – 13

I have survived a hundred traps. My body is scarred, and I’m forever torn from the one I love. Broken hero with a samurai armor and a rotten onion to eat. I will betray you again. I will run away from you, losing limb by limb, and you will forgive me.

Mutilated heroes pull and help each other inside the pink maze to reach for the center. They believe a divine power resides there. They believe it will cure them, that it will make them whole again. A deus ex machina built by severed heads, to...

The Pink Maze – 12

The pink demon fades away.

A sign: “don’t follow the bread crumbs or the broken tortillas. The dog is designed to break your soul and get you lost. The dog will not save you”.

A maze requires wanderers to exist. A maze will attract dogs, worms and rats to fill its nooks and crannies. A maze will trap the lost and the hopeless and gradually turn them into its walls and passages. Humanity and its pets or companions are a resource like bricks and flowers.

Papa has learnt the truth. Papa kno...

Bibliotecario

La nave eterna de Efraím Blanco (Acá las letras ediciones, 2017): relatos breves que nacen de los arquetipos de la ciencia ficción y la fantasía, los turistas han llenado las naves para recorrer mundos oníricos, espaciales, cuánticos. Es un libro de brevedades placentero y un culto a lo extraño. Cuentos que no exceden las cinco páginas pero dejan o sugieren situaciones que competen, desarrollan o cancelan a los otros cuentos, como rumores, un pasillo fantástico de pinturas para reencontrarse...

The Pink Maze – 11

Grandmother said: “learn everything. Knowledge will set you free. The pursuit of hidden truths is bliss”. She was a simple woman. A lovely woman.

It’s time to solve the maze. Trust me one last time. It will end soon. I mean it.

Every maze is an architecture of lies and revelations (the burden of its own reality). Every maze is guaranteed one truth: an exit (solving a maze is a formula of time and distance. Cheating is impossible, every exit is the true exit: even if you don’t move, time wi...

The Pink Maze – 10

The maze is not a philosophical conundrum. If-then-else. Easy peasy.

I found a samurai armor, a laser pistol and an onion to replenish my HP. I feel well protected and loved. The space invaders turn into pixel dust with my pew pew techno magiks. No beast shall kill me. No insane cacti god will reap my soul.

The laser pistol runs out fast. I only killed a thousand monsters with it. No weapon in the pink maze lasts forever. Words and feet will get you far. I have roamed the maze’s dungeons f...

The Pink Maze – 9

Cacti screams: “You don’t end this until I end you, motherfucker. I will rip your insides out with my thorns. You always use me as your villain, you destroy my entire persona while feeding me on innocent children and cats. We used to be friends”. Cacti’s many faces break in rage. “Let me get us home”.

Oh, I found a fairy in this maze. She sings and dance and drinks the blood of a dying beast. Her demonic eyes glisten with hunger and lust. This is a fairy tale after all.

You can hear the cr...

The Pink Maze – 8

I found the rambling man. He carries a broken guitar. His nose was powdered with magic dust. This dude is having issues to cope with our reality. “The pink demon taught me a song”, he said, “and my life has become nothing but beautiful”.

I began wandering the maze because it can’t be healthy to stay in the same three rooms every time I play this. It can’t be healthy to talk with dogs, cacti and pink demons when there should be other heroes, or wanderers, or stars of destiny (shui hu zhuan)....

The Pink Maze – 7

Skies are hope. If the maze doesn’t have a roof then it’s possible to escape, right?

(Why would you escape when you can wander, wanker)

Cacti found me and almost beat me to death. It had two beautiful and colossal thorns to his side like the original Guardian. “Tell everyone this is my story”. He fed on my blood like old times. I woke up alone. Our paths are broken now. We have become cracks in our pink walls.

“Your nanna was a bitch”, yelled Cacti and then laughed. “Your fucking nanna. B...

The Pink Maze – 6

Some loco cries in the hallways: “Auuuu, this is my story!, you hear? It’s mine. These walls are going to fall, I will drill them with my thorns until this fucking cosmos of lies and shit breaks in a billion fractalic pieces like the memories of the forsaken you used to loved”.

Grandma put the first stone of the pink maze a hundred years ago. “You will bloom here”, she said, “you will be protected and nourished and loved. It will allow you to learn and thrive”.

The maze is not a loop, neit...