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Chronicle the 1 ª KDD Multiversera

I had it all ready, prepared food had left, my sister was left with "children", the backpack was ready, full of warm clothes because I had said it was very cold in Madrid, but ultimately decided to take some of her clothes to make room for book of the Ni ( The choice of death) not exactly a book of micro. I decided to take just that and ( Per) Versions folktales, which shows many multiverseros, because anyway it's likely that I forgot to ask for final signatures. Would travel at night and my intentions were trying to sleep, thinking back to buy Textures fear, the book of Ignacio Cid, who made the effort to convince the publisher to make a presentation on the KDD so we could fuck ... I mean ... be there and cheer.

Surprisingly, the trip was uneventful, even I could sleep a little and I was cold. He wore a vest, another cotton and wool jersey that I have more fat, a neckerchief and coat that I did not need to cover myself in the bus, also wore the hat and gloves in the bag, fully prepared for the cold of Madrid. I got to the quarter past seven, the famous cold of Madrid does not appear anywhere so the first thing I did was take off my vest and put it under pressure in the bag. I went down the subway and I wanted to go to a locker, but no, only machines, asked then information and a very nice guy took pity on my face "I have penalty to intelligence" and escorted me to the machine and gave him all the buttons to get the ticket, I also said the season had to do transfer to the airport.

I had a brief moment of confusion, not knowing which way to go walk was when I realized: no matter! The line was circular and out of anywhere, end up getting to my destination. There were no problems for transhipment at the airport, arrived in time to pick up Ana arrived at eight-thirty.

Everything seemed simple, the last stop Metro, a tiny place with only one possible way out, that there was no plane of Gijon in the information panels did not bother me, of course did not know what flight came from or which company, or if at the end or out of Gijón another town nearby, or if there caught a plane made a stopover and came from another site ... "I said as I have no phone?

The eight and a half and there I was, stiff as a stick, watching people walk out the door, but Anne did not appear. At eight forty-five I took a walk around the area, if had happened and had not seen. The nine, I lean on a pillar. Nine and ten, I'm on the floor is cold. Nine-fifteen, another walk, locate booths. Nine and twenty, I take my coat. Nine and twenty, I wonder if Manchi and Bry be able to fly, if I have been mistaken by day, city, if all will not have been more than a joke ... I remind myself that wind comes at ten and has to go through that door, I say to wait until ten o'clock and time, if anyone, will begin to call, try not to think that I have passed false phones ...

Nine and thirty-five Yes! Manchi and Bry are! You can not imagine the joy you gave me to see them! They told me the problemas de Ana con el avión, que vendría pero más tarde y decidimos desayunar mientras esperabamos a Viento, hablando sin parar de literatura, proyectos y cotilleos varios de Unos y otros, ya sabéis.

En la cafetería del aeropuerto

Viento llegó a su hora y Manchi se sorprendió de que fuera alto (es lo que tiene aparecer en las fotos agachado junto a la pequeña Lluvia gris) Viento se ofreció a quedarse en el aeropuerto esperando a Ana y nosotros volvimos al metro para llegar a.. donde fuera que hubisemos quedado al final., yo dejé que fueran Manchi y Bry los que guiaran, que ellos están acostumbrados al metro Barcelona and was informed of the differences with the Madrid metro and integrated notes there are truly integrated. We arrived without problems and still talking, of course, our destination. Exit the Metro ... raining. Does anyone not expected? What is a KDD without rain? These hours standing in the middle of a square would not be the same if not rain at all KDD.

We met Leo and Almu, Erein and Nulli, Erynus and Gema, Julius, what a pity you could not stay longer! MAL appeared. It was the time of the presentations, reunions, hugs, kisses, to ask for the missing, that call Erein Leo idiot, stupid and retarded in the same minute and hardly breathing. It was also the time that Bry, Erein, Null and gathered MAL mail secrets to the worried look of Leo, I tried to stick the ear, but it was useless. "You are Biwi, was" said to me, and my face looks fawn that I get as good as that of Leo and no pity on me (of course now that I think, also felt sorry for Leo). ;

Someone proposes a coffee, the MAL we want to take a place where ... superfashion do not fit. We return to the subway to spend the hostel and leave backpacks, that party is a bit confusing, I remember talking a lot with people, get on the subway, go two stops, get out, get to the hostel, go into the tiny elevator, leave the backpack, keep talking non-stop decide to leave the books there since the plan was to return after the filing of Leo to make a cake and signing session, then remember those who wait at the door in the rain and down some stairs dangerous (even in chronic methodological stairs: p) while we were still talking and we remembered those who had not been able to come and we missed: Marae, Sammy, Adu, Adri, storytellers, Kenneth ... and many more.

We walk

the rain, we stood in the rain, enter and exit the subway, he turned to the idea of \u200b\u200ba coffee, do not know why we were still standing in the middle of a square, but there was a reason.

winter approached, but did not know why the subway door would so with Iulius and the EVIL we went to watch the other door while the bulk of the group stayed in the other, the fact that we did not know what Winter would look when he came out did not seem important, there stood a boy approached us trying to sell a ring and found that LAM is almost as nosy as me and we could get to talk and talk and talk without stopping, poor Iulius not seem nosy but we try to update it. After Leo came telling us that they had decided to wait in a cafeteria, because Winter did not arrive. Upon entering the cafeteria, the girls were gossiping at bajini and glancing at Leo, not wanting to share information

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Then came the winter, which thankfully Scarlett with him because we had to see us all in the street jumping and waving his arms (no, no photo of it: () without him noticing. It was Iuls (soon!) and Ana wind came We were going to eat. I'm back thing a bit confusing, Melkor came to Ohnaka (I think, I was unclear who was a friend) came Caballero, Magnus and Laura and the tall guy who can not remember what it was called (sorry) and a bit later came Landy, Vilar -Bou and his friends (those it does not get to find out who they were).

As you can see by the photo, the food was a buffet that Melkor had booked, I had never eaten at a buffet, I see a long table and on and on and I walk up to the last corner and then I discover that should have brought the food before sitting down, not have to lift the whole row to exit. Anyway, at first many people missing and had much to talk, Anne, Queen of the Molasses, politely thanked me for correcting his novel.

and gave us the wonderful wind shirt Multiverse. (Moment bows on:) I did not expect at all that detail and I was thrilled. I've always been as independent and tend to flee from the labels to get from one place to another without belonging entirely to nowhere, I've never been t-shirts of my favorite bands, and things of that nature, as if one had the right to know what things I care really know me, I decide to tell ... and that moment when I saw the shirt and I felt so proud to belong to Multiverse, it's ... feeling that I know of life but in reality we have not seen before in chronic Hispacón remember I mentioned the fear that people gave me, but I'm not because I knew a few in person and you had not killed me or anything, but I had no fear, just looking forward to seeing you. Well, time off ribbons. I took off my jersey and I was all proud Wind shirt thank you very much! He was one of the most beautiful moments of the day. And although I like to put photos of me by there and it's something I've always avoided, and that shirt is worth it.

Now, when ribbons off .....

Well, I'm hanging it and hang it tonight and the presentation of Leo pull.

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Character of the week: Camila ("That brought us together")

WRITTEN BY: RUIDOBLANCO86

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Referentes

do little more than a month I was reading This beautiful melody, Pedro Escudero and one of the things that struck me the book was how cultural references used to create a mental picture just to give the name of a character universally known. It is an action that caught my attention because it worked very well, had all the background of the character who uses his willingness to give his name only and allowed to shed micorrerlato anything superfluous to focus on the idea.

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However, while I saw many possibilities for this way of using references, I also found a resource that could be problematic if the reader do not know the reference, because then all that assumes significance and the short story there may lose their meaning. Peter did very well because he played with well-known references, but in the Contest Micorrelatos I participated microstories've seen that I have come to understand why I was missing references. I like the action, provides a great complicity with the reader, but at the same time line between what can be known what is not fine. In the case of the short story must be set much because if not, you can lose the meaning of the story.

In long narratives is not the case, since references are not so active part of the story, but are more diffuse in the plot and the story might lose some if not known, but may continue making sense independently. Last week I read several stories with references, do not know whether by chance or because I'm closer to them now and I notice more when they appear. In one especially I thought the reference greatly enriched the story, using a reference film very clear, recreating the first scene of a famous movie and paraphrasing the voice of the narrator of this film. The author was not trying to hide the model, even the highlights and draws comparisons with the film, the narration of the story also takes place in flashback, the film, but the story that has nothing to do. I enanthic the formal game, the references and could not help but imagine the narrator with the face of William Holden, the story works well if you do not know the references, the story does not need them, but the game of complicity with the reader set thanks them.

In another story I'm reading I found a reference music and in this case the reference does not work as well as in the example above. In this case it was just a timely nod to the reader, than me, to admit, I pulled off the story, as if no table found me in that context.

The previous two were referring to enriched or harmed the story, but not really part of it, but you can also use the benchmark as the centerpiece of the plot, is what makes two friends of mine, who used celebrations cultural as Christmas or Valentine fantastic challenge yourself to write stories where traditions move their invented worlds. The set of references is the basis of these stories, where if you do not know the reference original you do not realize how they've played with them or re-reading you have done, but use well-known celebrations like Christmas, it's hard not knowing the reference, the reader can easily see the similarities and differences, complicity that occurs in this case between reader and author is total. An example is the story of Valentine's Ana Moran: His life in dreams

I rarely have used so explicitly referring, usually if there are small hints are trying not to draw too much attention, I refuse to play with the reader thinking that way again that it will not work in the possibilities it gives. Maybe it's time to get to experiment with it.

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[short story] on the stairs

This is the second mic I have been involved in literary microjustas of which I spoke in the previous post. This time there has been and I've fallen off the lid, but at least I get the satisfaction of being able to tell a story with 49 words, which to me is a record.

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Some trivia: submitted to the contest which had the word "force" which now makes an "intensity" problems of the rush to hang up the mic and I did not take off the track, I spent all afternoon yesterday mulling over the damn word, ains.

The names of the characters are removed from the FB, the first two contacts that I left when I went to see the headlines.

I leave here.

on the stairs

Javier's heart should not make efforts and now pulsates with intensity. Third floor to the third party can get. Ana wanted to live in the room. Look up: sixteen steps, another effort just two installments. Upload.

collapses. Ana

the elevator door closes.

Pierre Roy - Danger dans l'Escalier