“FORTUNE” An Inktober Short Story

Written and Illustrated by Luis Roding
Reading time: 10 minutes

Purple was the color the lady chose to wear that evening. She needed to maximize her theatrical impression, considering such a customer had decided to pay her a visit at last.

She looked at herself in the mirror and thought she’d never been so pretty and young.

– And now, for the show. Which one should we use? – She asked, opening a wooden vault where four beautiful crystal balls lay.

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12 October, 2023 0

“TOAD” An Inktober Short Story

Written and Illustrated by Luis Roding
Reading time: 12 minutes.

Was it yesterday? Or the day before? I could not know when I started feeling it, a “pulse” from within myself, from my center. I just knew what it meant: I needed to set her free.

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8 October, 2023 0

“GOLDEN” An Inktober Short Story

Written and Illustrated by Luis Roding
Reading Time: 4 minutes

As a kid, I only heard stories about this place; now, I am here. I have left my hometown, crossed the sea, and came to the land I’d dreamt to see, but to do something terrible, not only to these people but to myself.

We managed to unlock the temple doors without trouble, which was very unexpected given the resistance we had faced until then. I was in the front group, so as the tall doors opened, I was among the first to look inside.

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6 October, 2023 0

“MAP” An Inktober Short Story

Written and Illustrated by Luis Roding
Reading Time: 6 minutes.

Our sweaty clothes started to cool us down at last after eight hours of walking. Even Joe, who had been complaining during the whole trip, became silent and began to smile more often. The cherry on top was hearing Mike say, “I found it. It should be this way.”

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5 October, 2023 0

Little Paper Man – Scene Sketch

Sketching I made for one of my short stories, “Little Paper Man,” which I will be re-releasing soon, in both English and Spanish.

7 September, 2023 0

Under the Old Bakery – What if?

“We stood there, sitting on the porch, with our stained witch robes, looking at the moon. Then, suddenly, I remembered the moment when, despite being in the bakery’s basement, I saw myself in another place.“

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6 September, 2023 0

Under the Old Bakery – From tears to laughter

“-I am sorry, sweetheart. I did not mean to intrude. I just remembered when I was your age, some kids used to do hideous pranks on Halloween – My mother stopped talking and started to sniff. The movement of the box made the smell spread.“

4 September, 2023 0

Under the Old Bakery – Turmoil at the 41 Av Bakery

“Once I passed the paying line, I started dodging the customers inside the shop. When, suddenly, my arm got trapped in a tight grip.”

3 September, 2023 0

Under the Old Bakery – Of Books and Secret Plans

“My aunt was talking noisily with my mother next to the main door. So when Holly looked at me climbing down the stairs, she put her backpack on the floor and rushed to meet me.

She walked, imitating a zombie, arms hanging and rolling her eyes. She then made me a gesture with her tongue, mimicking her mother, and I couldn’t help to giggle.“

1 September, 2023 0

Under the Old Bakery – And there was a forest.

“It was a forest, and it was nighttime already, but the trees glowed with a dim blue light. Pity was trembling, and I was sure he was seeing it too. It was a forest, and it was nighttime already, but the trees glowed with a dim blue light. Pity was trembling, and I was sure he was seeing it too”.

30 August, 2023 0