#magical-realism

More than forty-five years ago I heard in a literature class when I was a sophomore in high school, the title of the novel “Pedro Páramo” by Mexican writer Juan Rulfo. It briefly references the approach

She would chitchat with every bush, vine, and tree as if they were her comadres. Source Nature Heals Auntie Mel had always been the soul of any party. Her energetic personality and her natural gift for

Source River Ghosts Juancho was one of those overconfident country boys whose physique fertilized his daredevil tendencies. When he guided his city friends along the river he accompanied his description

Once upon a time I wrote a story. It was all about a box. A box found somewhere in an empty house. The weird thing about that box is it was not there as the people who lived there moved out. The only things

Chapter 9: Mission Accomplished      It didn’t take long before Conner could see the Capitol in sight again; he walked closer to the gate, he noticed that the troops that were standing out front of the

Chapter 1: The Day of Reckoning      A small boy wearing an overly large red coat was walking through the unforgiving sands of what seemed to be an endless dessert. His lips were chapped beyond belief,

This micro fiction story is an entry in @jayna’s Fifty-word challenge. A Magical Realism nod to the Mission Impossible TV (original if not remake) series, as well as a wink to spinoff animations like Pidgeon

I melt away into strange distinction. Separated from the world, and its systems. I am overcome by a feeling of pure freedom! Liberated! Liberated from false perception, and self deception- the true enemy

Enter within to unfold without. The Ultimate Flower blooms. Giving life to the dead, ¡Vivified! At the intersection, the crossroads where Krist was crucified. Where Wotan bled out Runes. Tempus Fugit~Memento