mc5punk memberin Curators Community • 14 hours ago • 14 min read[Eng/Esp] Short story: The Discount Scam/ Microrelato: La estafa del descuentoA new store opened in the shopping mall promising to bring fashion closer to those seeking quality at a good price. A large, imposing sign...mc5punk memberin Curators Community • 2 days ago • 24 min read[Eng/Esp] Short story: Mara: The New Actress/ Microrelato: Mara: La nueva actrizIn the heart of Los Angeles, where buildings hold memories of premieres and the streets wake to giant billboards, there was a studio that...mc5punk memberin Curators Community • 3 days ago • 3 min read[Eng/Esp]Top 5 musical - September, 2025/Top 5 musical - septiembre, 2025We are back once again with our musical count of each month, in which we will be showing the 5 most listened artists. And, this month has...mc5punk memberin Curators Community • 4 days ago • 19 min read[Eng/Esp] Short story: The Echo of Screens/ Microrelato: El eco de las pantallasThe night he decided to try the app was one of those unpromising nights: fine rain against the windows, the city shrunk into yellow lights,...mc5punk memberin Curators Community • 5 days ago • 18 min read[Eng/Esp] Short story: The Inheritance of the Battery/Microrelato: La herencia de la bateríaThe aunt arrived one winter afternoon with her hands in her pockets and a crumpled paper bag under her arm. She wasn’t the aunt who appears...mc5punk memberin Curators Community • 6 days ago • 21 min read[Eng/Esp] Short story: The Eye That Was Not Erased/Microrelato: El ojo que no fue borradoThe municipal truck had unfolded its rectangular light across the wall as if marking the start of an inescapable ceremony. It was dawn, the...mc5punk memberin Curators Community • 7 days ago • 21 min read[Eng/Esp] Short story: The City of Borrowed Lights/Microrelato: La ciudad de las luces prestadasDay thirteen. It’s been nearly two weeks since the luminous fog claimed the city and rewrote our nights. What began as a strange phenomenon...mc5punk memberin Curators Community • 8 days ago • 17 min read[Eng/Esp] Short story: Beneath the Corner's Pulse/Microrelato: Bajo el latido de la esquinaIt was a clear, luminous morning, one of those when the air smells of fresh bread and the plane-tree leaves shine like mirrors. Marco, a...mc5punk memberin Curators Community • 9 days ago • 12 min read[Eng/Esp] Short story: The Borrowed Chord/Microrelato: El acorde prestadoAt its awakening, the landscape refused to obey known laws: the skies unraveled into curtains that hung downward and the ground rose in...mc5punk memberin Curators Community • 10 days ago • 19 min read[Eng/Esp] Short story: The Village of Forgotten Leaves/ Microrelato:El pueblo de las hojas olvidadasEvery autumn, when the first leaf began to loosen from the old elm that watched the entrance, he returned to the village that did not...mc5punk memberin Curators Community • 11 days ago • 17 min read[Eng/Esp] Short story: Colors on the Threshold/ Microrelato: Colores en el umbralI I hold two small bottles of nail polish in the palm of my left hand: one coral, one deep blue. I study them as if they were a tiny...mc5punk memberin Curators Community • 12 days ago • 16 min read[Eng/Esp] Short story: Night of Refuse/Microrelato: Noche de residuosThe night stretched with an almost deliberate calm: mild, serene, as if the sky and the wind had agreed to grant the world a reprieve. From...mc5punk memberin Curators Community • 13 days ago • 18 min read[Eng/Esp] Short story: The Bench by the Lighthouse/Microrelato: El banco junto al faroThe coastal promenade opened like a fresh wound: the gray sky stretched across an immense canvas and the sea returned its sheen with an...mc5punk memberin Curators Community • 14 days ago • 16 min read[Eng/Esp] Short story: The Mural on the Corner /Microrelato: El mural de la esquinaThe afternoon fell like a warm sheet over San Martín Street. The last rays touched the old apothecary, brushed the balconies, and stopped...mc5punk memberin Curators Community • 15 days ago • 15 min read[Eng/Esp] Short story: The First Step — Memory of an AfternoonI always carry the smell of freshly baked dough in my skin. That aroma, a blend of flour, butter, and sugar, has accompanied me since I...mc5punk memberin Curators Community • 16 days ago • 15 min read[Eng/Esp] Short story: The Wheel Lighthouse/Microrelato: El faro de la ruedaHe stands about 1.80 m tall. His shoulders are broad and his body retains the mass of someone who has worked with tools for years; his...mc5punk memberin Curators Community • 17 days ago • 13 min read[Eng/Esp] Short story: The Midnight Guardian/Microrelato: El Guardián de la MedianocheFor weeks, the routine in that building had become a succession of small frustrations that wore deeper with each dawn. He, a middle‑aged...mc5punk memberin Curators Community • 18 days ago • 19 min read[Eng/Esp] Short story: The Last Kilometer / Microrelato: El último kilómetroOn the eve of the annual marathon, the city prepared itself without fanfare. Stalls along the main avenue hurriedly raised their awnings;...mc5punk memberin Curators Community • 20 days ago • 22 min read[Eng/Esp] Short story: Market roots /Microrelato: Raíces de mercadoThe city wore the pale face of someone who has worked hard and received very little in return. Empty shop windows and "clearance —...mc5punk memberin Curators Community • 21 days ago • 15 min read[Eng/Esp] Short story: The Blackout That Brought Us Together/ Microrelato: El apagón que nos reunióThat morning the building woke to a different kind of silence, thick as a curtain that had descended without warning. It wasn’t the usual...
