Nightmares by Jorge Aldegunde

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She would cry within, showing a blank stare and immutable silence as tokens of defeat, albeit without wasting a single teardrop. Her teacher felt exasperated before that demonstration of stoicism, which she regarded as mockery.

“Not sure what to do with your kid”, she said bitterly. “She shows no interest. She’s indifferent to everything she is told”.

The teacher was addressing her mother, who had her very same melancholic eyes. The husband –clad in a smart suit and featuring a prominent tie knot– smiled patiently, the very image of a perfect stepfather.

Little did they all know that the girl’s tears would run wild down her face when, at the dead of night, he tore her dreams.


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Christmas Eve

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For me it was yet another day. I got home late feeling ghastly –so worn out from work–, only to find out that those wretches had laid again a table for three and ignored me. I had to help myself, cutlery and everything. I found them in the kitchen, crying helplessly around their mother. They ought to feel ashamed though: how could they disregard me when I only sacrifice for them from dawn to dusk. This is enough: they need to be taught a good lesson. Soon they are to find out who Stephen Wilcox is. And they’ll learn to respect me.


The woman in the dirty apron tried desperately to soothe down her offspring:

–Hold on to me, kids. And pray for that thing to leave.

Once again, they had to put up with those yelling voices. Let alone the dragging of chairs…

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An unexpected host by Jorge Aldegunde

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All the kids were showing their pets, and these were very conventional for the most part: little Steve had seen several breeds of dogs, large and small, a couple of elusive cats and even a green little frog with bulging eyes. In short: nothing too impressive. All in all, the science class was in an uproar, their teacher barely managing to ease the students’ excitement.

Soon it would be his turn. He checked his cardboard shoebox. He had carefully perforated it to make sure his creature would breathe. Jonesy, one of his best friends, came around and said:

“What have you got in there, Mark? Won’t you show us?”

Which proved enough to draw some attention, including the teacher’s. Steve felt that the long-awaited moment was finally come.

“Well…I’ve never seen something like this before”, he said. “Looks like a reptile, but I’ve failed to…

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