Disclaimer: This story is an exception to one of my rules. I have always claimed that my stories a hundred words, or I receive contributions, whether in prose, without accepting the verse.
This story is comprised of 10 haikus. As you know, a haiku is a poetic form of Japanese origin, consisting of three lines with 5.7 and 5 syllables each, without rhyme. It seemed an interesting challenge to use this structure to tell a story, simple, but with his approach, his knot, and its outcome, and of course a hundred exact words. If you are a purist and you want to review the measure, keep in mind the sinalefa and others. This is the result of the experiment.
¡Pobres vampiros!
Hambre, y luz que quema.
Sueñan de día.
La ve de lejos,
Y se acerca a ella
Quiere atacarla.
Sola en la noche,
Sin luz. Frio y miedo.
Nadie la espera.
Ella no grita.
El la abraza fuerte.
Besa su cuello.
No es nuevo en eso,
ni ella la primera
a la que mate.
No tiene prisa.
Primero el deseo,
luego la muerte.
Ella esta quieta,
muda, sin defenderse.
El se sorprende.
Toda victima
Chilla, o pide perdón,
O lloriquea.
Mira sus ojos,
Ella también looks at him and smiles
. Poor
vampires!
She was hungry. Now
not.
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