Postsrinconpoetico17 in # poet • 3 yr. ago • 1 min readFlocksEnglish Flocks Following the crowd, without being out of tune, without will without being unique, without thinking. following the crowd, without a word, without an opinion, without conscience, without looking. Following the crowd, to perdition, without reason. In the background, without objection. Lost among thousands, drowning…rinconpoetico17 in # story • 3 yr. ago • 3 min readChapter 1: The Mask KillerThis time of the year arrives when everyone is ready to enjoy those magical days, everything is joy and revelry. The senses are exalted surrendering to the carnival debauchery, which invades the days of color, games, music, and dance. But not everything is happiness in these days for some time now there have been multiple murders. The…rinconpoetico17 in # flight • 3 yr. ago • 6 min readFiction: The flightThe flight The sun caresses my face, the candor of the sun's rays welcomes a new day. My eyelids move in rapid movements, trying to lubricate the eyeballs and focusing on the images of the landscape that have accompanied me for as long as I can remember. I stick my head out of the house and the breeze passes fleetingly caressing my skin, I…
