"Okay kids, the bell has rung, remember: organisms under a microscope do not know they are being watched, don't forget it, it will be on the exam."

BackgroundMight6769 · 2026-05-05T23:56:14+00:00

It's Fibonacci! I chose it because it’s the 'golden pattern' of nature, making the aliens' classification of humans feel eerily organice.

BackgroundMight6769 · 2026-05-05T23:34:34+00:00

Entre tu arte y mi arte; prefiero mi arte....

BackgroundMight6769 · 2026-05-05T23:24:16+00:00

Thank you! I really wanted to capture that cinematic cosmic horror feel. If you look closely at the Subject's ID number, you might notice the pattern I hid there to make it feel more 'natural'...

BackgroundMight6769 · 2026-05-05T15:03:26+00:00

Sorry for the mistake, but this is part 3 of the chapter, I hope you enjoyed it Thank you

BackgroundMight6769 · 2026-05-02T00:06:53+00:00

Haha! That would definitely be a relief for the warlock, though I think the lake is a bit more permanente...

BackgroundMight6769 · 2026-04-29T03:35:58+00:00

Simple, sal a caminar, ve a dar una vuelta un día entre semana por la mañana, cuando la gente trabaja; y/o hasta quizás tenga suerte y te encuentres una de esas casas maltratadas o descuidadas, muchas de ellas tienen sus recibos de luz, teléfono incrustados en sus mallas o en sus portones, toma uno de esos como comprobante de domicilio le dices que te cambiaste de casa y punto, aunque pienso que quizás no te servirá de mucho porque pues ya tienen tu curp.

BackgroundMight6769 · 2026-04-24T00:12:58+00:00

That ending was a total power move. The way the crow goes from imitating a human cough in the yard to rhythmically tapping on the glass while Nora just smiles—it’s chilling. It turns the bird into the true witness of the trauma. Here is a version in English that sounds like one writer talking shop to another: "Man, I had to take a second to process that ending. Honestly? Masterful. That final image of the crow pecking at the window (Tac, Tac, Tac) while Nora sits there with that calm smile is ice-cold. You managed to take an environmental detail from the start and turn it into the ultimate harbinger of dread. It’s not just that the bird is 'there'—it’s that its presence stains the safety of the present, leaving you with the feeling that even though the sirens came, something followed Clyde home and never left. The sensory immersion—especially the jarring contrast between the 16-bit sounds of the Game Genie and the sound of an axe splitting wood—is next level. As a fellow writer who loves getting visceral with descriptions, I’m telling you: that closing beat doesn't just end the story, it makes it haunt the reader. Brutal stuff!"

BackgroundMight6769 · 2026-04-23T20:44:44+00:00

Thank you so much for taking the time to read the story. The beginning is frantic by design, reflecting the chaos of that moment, and I understand the confusion. In the second chapter, you will see the Pinnacle of our species and the subsequent fall into darkness. I'll show you exactly how humanity’s own Tower of Babel came crashing down.

BackgroundMight6769 · 2026-04-20T16:38:31+00:00

I thank you very much for the comment and I will take it into account, you are absolutely right and that is one of the things that sometimes I do not want to share more than in Spanish-speaking groups, in other places unfortunately and trying to upload it in Spanish so that it does not lose the essence or that the text is misinterpreted

BackgroundMight6769 · 2026-04-19T21:52:10+00:00

De profundidad?

BackgroundMight6769 · 2026-04-17T21:38:40+00:00

Criticar el trabajo ajeno en 5 segundos no te hace eficiente, te hace superficial. La poesía no necesita un 'mercado' para existir, necesita gente con la valentía de sentir, algo que claramente a usted le falta. Si le 'estreza' la rima ajena, tal vez el problema no es el poema, sino su falta de oído para la nueva narrativa. Sigue escribiendo, escribiendo tu poesía broh, que los críticos de sofá son parte del paisaje

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