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Despair Avenue

Despair Avenue

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Despair Avenue

Longitud:
60 páginas
41 minutos
Editorial:
Publicado:
14 abr 2018
ISBN:
9781507190982
Formato:
Libro

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"There will always persist in my mind the sound of dead leaves crunching under my feet and that wisp of warm air that caressed my face like invisible hands. I walked a few steps and simply fell to the ground without life”.

This may well be the end of a novel, but on Despair Avenue, it is only the beginning. With his death, the protagonist is trapped in a kind of threshold, somewhere between alive and dead. His journey takes him to his old place of residence and to meet again with the one who was once his family. It will then be when she understands how much she has changed and the grave danger that lies ahead.

Editorial:
Publicado:
14 abr 2018
ISBN:
9781507190982
Formato:
Libro

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Despair Avenue - A.P. Hernández

DESPAIR

AVENUE

A.P. Hernández

About the author

A.P. Hernández (Murcia, 1989) is a teacher of Primary Education, Master in Research and Innovation in Education and Doctor, mention cum laude, for his Doctoral Thesis Evaluation of the competence in linguistic communication through the stories in Primary Education.

He has been awarded an Accésit in the Prize of Literary Creation Nemira and has been Finalist in the International Contest of Fantastic Novel and Dagon Terror.

At present he combines his teaching role with writing.

Twitter: @ap_hernandez_

Web site: http://aphernandez.weebly.com

Index

CHAPTER 1

-Autumn Leaves-

CHAPTER 2

-Four conclusions-

CHAPTER 3

-Her name is Cecilia-

CHAPTER 4

-Hope Street-

CHAPTER 5

- An eternity ago-

CHAPTER 6

-Desperate Avenue -

CHAPTER 7

-At Fifth floor –

CHAPTER 8

-Closer-

CHAPTER 9

-Behind-

CHAPTER 10

-Back View-

CHAPTER 11

-Iron against Iron-

CHAPTER 12

-Letter C-

CHAPTER 13

-Final Chapter-

EPILOGUE

CHAPTER 1

-Autumn Leaves-

I do not know how it happened.

As you will understand, it is a subject in which I have thought a lot, but to this day, I continue without understanding the causes or reasons that gave rise to such a fateful outcome.

It was an autumn afternoon and I was walking at eight o'clock in the afternoon with my dog ​​Luna, a three-year-old German shepherd. I remember the first shadows of the sunset beginning to project through the trees of the municipal park, and of course I also remember the wilted leaves that covered it like a huge brown carpet. Luna trotted beside me, panting, swinging her tail from left to right with rhythmic movements. We were heading back home.

There will always persist in my mind the sound of dead leaves crunching under my feet and that wisp of warm air that caressed my face like invisible hands.

I walked a few steps and simply fell to the ground without life. I watched as Luna licked my hand and, shortly after, my face. I heard the scream of a woman when  saw my body and I watched the congregation of people who clustered around Luna and me. Finally, I saw an ambulance arrived at the municipal park, how the doctors asked the crowd to pull away and how the doctor broke my checked sweater, sounded my heart and tried to revive me with the defibrillator.

All in vain.

I realized that I was dead and that there was no turning back when the doctors wrote down the time of death on a sheet and then put my body in a yellow bag that zipped. Luna was taken by a policeman, perhaps with the intention of giving it to a relative.

The agent had to drag her. She did not want to leave. My dog ​​began barking in the direction of the ambulance, not understanding what was happening.

Shortly after, the people dispersed and, after half an hour, the park was empty. I stood motionless by the place where I had died, clothed in the shadows of the night.

-What happened? "- It was the first thing I asked myself- . And what am I supposed to be now? A kind of ghost?

I raised my hands and looked at the bushes through my skin. I bent down and tried to take a leaf off the ground, but I could not. My hands sank into the humus without touching anything.

-And what do I do now?

Perhaps in search of answers, I

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