Federico Stories

Once upon a time, there was a woman who wanted to have a godmother. However, she did not want every godmother, she wanted Mrs. Death (figure 1). This woman wanted to know her destiny and was sure Mrs. Death could help her. Figure 1. Mrs. Death. One day the woman went to visit Mrs. Death’s cabin. She was not there that day, but the woman still entered her cabin. She would wait inside. Several minutes later, she started roaming around and noticed thousands of black candles. Each of them had an imprinted theme. A tiny one had her name imprinted, María Flores. After she read her name, she had a premonition: "She would die of a rare disease soon." She was shocked because she did not have any notable disease. She was a healthy woman! Suddenly, Mrs. Death appeared silently from behind and gave her an ointment. She also gave her precise orders on how to use it, "Use this ointment on your feet but be careful you should not smear on it your head. This can cure you of that rare di...

For many years my family lived in front of San Esteban Park. I studied elementary school at the Padres Aguilares School. I would be around ten or eleven years old when I met “the Master” through other children in the neighborhood. I must clarify something before going further. I have never been a soccer fan. Not because it’s a good or bad sport, but since I was a child, I identified my passions and desires, I always found it useless to run desperately after a ball, reach it, kick it, and always run after it as after a crazy dog. One day, my friends took me to a soccer match. They told me: “Juan, you must score a goal,” and I was like: “What is a goal?” They were surprised I didn’t know the concept of a goal and tried to explain it to me. I should score at least one to beat the other team. I was still puzzled, and they told me: “This would help us win the MATCH!” I sarcastically said: “Sure, what an ingenious idea!” On the contrary to the majority of guys of my age, I always bel...

Many years ago, a pathetic story happened. This is not a story like any other, it is an unfortunate event that can happen at any time to anyone. This is a story someone shared with me. It is not my creation. It is rather a transcription, in my own way, in which you, dear reader, cooperate putting the approximate date according to your age. The place of events does not matter; the names of the characters do not matter either. Therefore, let’s see. It was then the year of … no, you better put the year, because if I do I sin of indiscreet and maybe you usually increase or decrease your age and then … Well, then it was two thousand … There was a family that lived in a nice town. The family was constituted of a young couple who had given the world their contribution to the person of a boy almost perfect. You could say that it was a happy home. The young head of the family, affectionate and faithful husband, as well as a loving father, had achieved a magnificent economic position...