Magical Realism Fiction Short Stories

Tu sei l’unico responsabile della tua "bella" o “brutta” vita. Cambiare la tua esistenza è possibile ed è possibile farlo in qualsiasi momento, a 15 anni come a 70. Ma non puoi cambiare la tua realtà, se prima non comprendi come è stata generata. Con questo breve racconto l’autore ci catapulta in un mondo fantastico fatto di libri che si cancellano, disegnatori di pensieri ed enormi bolle di sapone. Un sogno che di onirico, in fondo, ha ben poco. Attraverso gli occhi della protagonista ci introduce ai temi del cambiamento, della riprogrammazione, dell’immaginazione.

Nathaniel is a well-intentioned, if naive, British cleric feeling blessed to educate a West African village about the benevolent power of God. But as slavers encroach, Nathaniel’s endeavor is daunted by the realities unfolding on the beautiful homeland of his congregation. It seems the Devil has power too. What follows for Nathaniel is a profound spiritual upheaval as he questions his purpose and even his humanity.

For former pushover Janet, her Sophie curls appear to be a balanced and beautiful new addition to her magical, life-changing wig collection. She’s positively beaming, has smoothed out the wrinkles in her personal life, and is embarking on a philanthropic new business venture. Everything is ideal until the unthinkable happens and she has to stand on her own - with a final push from Lady Miss Jacqueline, of course!

After her latest life-altering wig switch, Janet slips into leather leggings, quits her job, goes full advance on her barista crush, and makes a career commitment to her bestie, Candace. The follow-through? Not pretty. With guilt and betrayal hanging over her head (not to mention that dangerous, if fetching, wig), Janet must comb out the mess she’s made. And there’s only one way to do it.

After slipping on Chelsea - a magical wig that comes with a gregarious personality - Janet is making strides at work and has a new friend and a confident strut. Life is fab. Isn’t it? Honestly, there’s something missing. Where’s the adventure? The purpose? What she needs is to tap into her inner daredevil. But her mystical wigmaker has a word of caution: should Janet lose control, it might not be so easy to get it back.

Janet Williams is practically invisible. If only she had the pluck to speak up at work, flirt with the handsome barista she sees every day, and realize how special she is. When a magical wig offers Janet a chance to shake things up, will she dare to try a bold new style? The voice in her head - flashy and fierce, with an unbridled southern drawl - tells her to go for it. And once she does, there’s no turning back.

In Welcome To Hexville, the first book of the Hexville series, a documentary crew meeting with the peacekeeper sheriff of Hexville discovers that with the exception of him and his deputies, the citizens of Hexville are far, far, far from what they expected when they left the "calm" of LA for this assignment. Everyone in the town possesses mystical abilities, and it's the job of the peacekeeper and his deputies, all unbiased and unaligned, to maintain order between the funny and at times contentious townspeople.

Una familia huye de la guerra. La revolución francesa está causando estragos en la capital, pero el hambre y la desesperación azota a los más indefensos. Pierre echa de menos su infancia y sus padres intentan hacerle olvidar las penurias que están sufriendo. Hasta que llegan a una ciudad misteriosa. Una ciudad rodeada de niebla. ¿Quién les recibe? ¿Cómo son sus habitantes? ¿Cuáles son sus secretos? Un relato que quizás os haga sonreír... u os arrancará una dulce lágrima.

I am a shadow. I live in the dark recesses of the darkest places in the tunnels of Grand Central Station, but I do not stay put there; I am free to pass into the light. I wander among the vast marble passages. Sometimes, I make myself as noticeable as possible. I have prevented muggings by casting an ominous shadow in front of the intended victims to warn them. I like to think of myself as an angel; a shadow angel.