Natalia Hermosilla
Bio
I'm a sponge absorbed past its limit. Spilling out messy droplets of inspiration, life experience and untamed imagination. Overly saturated in ideas I still soak despite the sensation of drowning. This is my endeavor. My love.
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The Last Stand
If walls could talk, I'd tell you that's the most exhausted phrase you've played on like a broken record. I'd also tell you to stop being hopeless romantics to your dimension and listen. Listen the hardest you ever have. Of course we talk. You're just relying on the wrong receptors. It's a dying shame the furthest you've gone in listening to us has been through your eyeballs. Oh... that may have been said in poor taste. We'll just say it's a shame and leave the assumption of death out. I'm trying to remain hopeful here. Most everything around here communicates. In fact if you'd heard the galling laughter that came from the trees when you discovered their mycorrhizal networks, it'd have buried you six feet under in embarrassment. The bastards wouldn't shut up about that for three years. Three years! By the way, they're not too keen on you all.
By Natalia Hermosilla3 years ago in Fiction
Gold Redemption
It was as quiet as quiet goes for a speeding mass of segmented steel. Any spectator from a distance wouldn't think otherwise when gazing at the picturesque silhouette of an iron horse trudging across the desert horizon. Not a single soul would have known the trouble brewing on the El Capitan as it hurried through the barren landscape of Santa Fe.
By Natalia Hermosilla3 years ago in Fiction
Should Have Checked
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night a candle burned in the window. One night in particular, that is, every three years. August 1st to be exact. The funny thing about time, is its insatiable hunger for recollection. Legacy, memories, legends and lore are at some point sentenced to be consumed and passed through the ethereal bowels of time. Some legends and lore however, are too imposing to be fully devoured. They're spared the digestion of forgetfulness, even if they come out on the other side gnarled and barely recognizable. This legend however, is the most crucial to preserve. Not for the sake of those who share in it's history, but for those who wish to avoid the consequences of ignoring it.
By Natalia Hermosilla4 years ago in Horror
