Strokes

By Branden Neeson

A new installment of fascinating stories by Branden Neeson is presented in this book. In this work, there are two long stories of dozens of characters immersed in some restless adventures, and bringing science fiction to practical visualization. In the first, "Dinamos", will be explored in the world of dreams convincing safely to anyone who reads the completion of the work which highlights the thoughts they usually have of them, and the logical explanation. It begins with a group of characters who will get to known each otherinvolved in the dreamworld, undoubtedly a clarifying work. In the second one "each" the expectation and interest of the subject is even more increased, although this is revealed in the last part of the story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BadPress
• Release date: Dec 16, 2020
• ISBN: 9781071566541

Branden Neeson

Branden Neeson; tiene presentado ante el público numerosos thrillers caracterizados por interesantes entramados con un estilo de suspense en las secuencias que los forman. Cuidadoso en la definición de los ambientes de sus lugares, no van involucrando en los sucesos que en estos acaecen, permaneciendo atentos a las acciones que se van fraguando a medida que transcurren. No falta en estos relatos momentos de miedo y delirio, de sorpresa que lleva al sopesar en su ciencia ficción, y increíble momentos que se van sucediendo en sus variadas historias. Acostumbra a dar a sus lectores, desde relatos de género de puro y estiloso suspense, hasta de miedo y asombro, de alucinación, incluso de elaborados párrafos donde se vierten en ellos, partes de interesante reflexión de investigación en algunos de sus relatos.

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Strokes

Branden Neeson

Translated by Sara Lucia Díaz 

Strokes

Written By Branden Neeson

Copyright © 2020 Branden Neeson

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Translated by Sara Lucia Díaz

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Chapter 1. Dynamos

I wander for the Forrester street heading for the confusing lines of the old Pertez trains enclosure, I went for the Sgolen street and get on in the first bus that stops in direction of the Fandos district, there I have a room reservation, in the Nadtos hotel, I just don’t told anywhere about my trip, I asked for a break in my job on the graphic arts company for some months, and they gave me it, I didn’t know what could be the answer but it seems that have been the right moment, I’ve been in the company for ten years, and they have made a lot of money with me, I’m in the middle-aged, and I’ve believed this request is the best, in my single condition and without a family to take care of, I’ve seen it appropriate, regarding the hotel decision, is simple, I heard some people in their day, some months ago, and told them that is so good, and for that I’m going it, that have been the reason, I haven’t thinking about the time to be here, I just have communicated to the hotel staff that I'm making an indefinite reservation, and they’ve given me their approval, that I stay as a long as I want. This is an appreciable hotel of upper-middle level, located a few cities from mine, about four hundred kilometers, it is about twenty kilometers from Duem heights, in the Befiod territory, a mountain range of high Rocky Mountains. The hotel is below these, but a few kilometers. There are some small cities around, but all be away from this land enough. We arrived at the hotel at night, a few travelers got off at the bus, to get inside for the main passage.

About one hour after my arrival, after having checked my room and having left my things, I went to some terraces, when I was drinking something. There I'm talking with several guests, we sit watching the warm night, and we talk. At that moment I meet to Drast Wendol, a biologist who together with his wife Mirta Algar, who works as the same profession as him, wanted to do some samplings in the Duem mountains, they told me about some flora studies that pass in this environment and the importance to keeping the status of this place, that is so natural, wild, with various animals wander around in its wooded corners. We keep commenting enjoyably while looking at the picture that surrounds the hotel terrace.

Next to us, Clark Baet and his wife Susan, in their sixties, sit, both are travelers only for enjoyment, they have left their office jobs in the city and have come at this spot to stay some days, both have to work in several industries offices, he in stationer’s themes, and she in port goods. They are accompanied by Hia Glason, middle-age, a man from the mining industry, he must have an engineering degree, apparently, he is here for some studies that must have been commissioned, something related to the soil and its waters. Almost glued to them is Nis Gadeon, an old hotel chef, about in his sixties who lives in a house around the place who usually comes by the hotel to hand out. And leaning in the terrace rail, poking out the glass while he holds it, standing Lester Gasop, a partner of a small cement company from also middle-age that is checking some routes, he must be in this place looking at some roads and their accesses studying sending their trucks by surrounding roads. There are more people around the hotel, it has a large capacity, I think that will be at least half full, the movement in the accommodation seems the usual.

This way, we talk, one hour after another, we have already been around two hours, we are touching the subjects while

 drinking on the comfortable terrace. Nobody does it excessively, it is a warm night, and the group that we meet there, we show formality while we feel comfortable chatting. Besides, care is taken of each one comment on something as time passes; the pleasant status that is being formed is maintained between all. The hotel’s attention is remarkable; they are gentle and careful with the group who sit on their terrace. In this nice way, we are here for several hours, although after around three hours in this place everything is resolved.

At this time, Lester Gasop, show up by the terrace entrance somewhat altered, he tells us that he had gone with Hia Glason, that he had asked him to accompany to ask for a pencil and paper, but when they are in the middle he told him that prefers to take him out of this room, so he would take down some papers who want to show him, so Lester decided to accompany him to get them, so both went to take them to Hia Glason’s room. Then Lester tells that when he was near to Hia’s room, they noticed that there was a certain tumult of commotion in the next room, this one was with the door open as they passed through.

Hia then went inside, he knew the person who stays there, he had made a certain relationship of speaking during the days that had been in the hotel, she was Mrs. Dina Trous, an old woman who ones in a while made lonely trips, she should have done them in her day with her husband, but when he dies, now she did it alone, she had to be recognized by the hotel staff, and I also believe that she must have had a hotel business with her husband in her day. Lester said that as they entered, Dina was stretched out on the bed in a dizzy state, her eyes a little lost. In the same room, Bruk Freter, an elderly man who must have been preparing an old mill there, was tending her for restoration work. And Dara Hilsan, a woman in her forties, a teacher in a distant city who must have liked the region and its corners. They both appeared on one side of the bed, looking worriedly at the slightly delirious old Dina when Lester and Hia entered.

I have… had… a dream… Lester says that said the lady lying on the bed.

Ok... Mrs… But is better rest now… said Lester to the old lady.

Was about a man…said the old lady.

Maybe it would be if you rest right now Hia commented looking at the weak woman.

A man... the old lady said again.

Yes… From a man… Bruk Freter repeated taking a step close to her, trying to make her feel good talking.

Was from a man… He was walking through some hay meadows…Said the old lady looking at nothing walked slowly through them… With arms raised… Like open…said the old woman.

Yes… Do you know him? Bruk Freter asks her.   

I can’t see his face… I’m not sure… Is Sloan… He walks towards a tree… And a small lake is shown ahead of him says the old woman.

Yes,… Dara, ... Keep telling us, ... And what happens next? Bruk asks sweetly.

Walk... Walk and walk... Walk and walk around the lake… said the old lady.  

Yes... Bruk tell her.

He walks… And he goes… Going down the winding… Outside… of the lake… Then he lies down… With his hands raised said the old lady.

Then he shakes himself… Turns around to one side and the other… He sits on the floor… He picks up some stones… Begins to throw them into the lake and against a nearby rock... Afterward, he takes one and stares at it... He is holding it in his hand for several moments... He also throws it against some herbs... Then a tree falls entirely... He is sure that he has not hit... But the tree has completely fallen... He brings to look... He walks towards the herbs... He bends down to look at the root of the tree and strong plants lengthen and hold him… He struggles to get away... He lets go... He walks up to where he sees a ditch open from the ground... From them and an area of the ground rises for a few meters... He turns around... He wants to go up but does not know how... He turns around on himself... Look at something worth it... A ladder appears situated to go up... He approaches and climbs it... He does it for a long time... Because the ladder puts into the ground as he goes up, keeping its upper part... He stays still... It will give way... He gathers strength and tries to climb again... He goes up... There is nothing that is not more field... He sees a slide... and throws himself down it... Observes a variety of images as he slides... See a house face down on the ground... See a bird situated on a field... He is scaring scarecrows that approach him... He comes out of the slide... Goes towards the lake... He observes some columns on a nearby slope... He had not seen them before... They fall and are transformed into the water... This goes to the lake... He sees a barrel in some cement patios that have been formed by the side of a nearby field... They are jumping... says the old woman.

Before Lester tells the old woman, on the mend, something dozy remains silent.

I also have a dream… says Bruk Freter after a few moments near the old woman who resting on the bed.

I have dreamed with a man… He goes down some lands… He gets dirty and goes down a little way… Is clinging to a herb… says the older man.

Yes… says weakly the old woman to he continues.

He carefully goes down to a floor… This is highly herbs… I don’t recognize him… I would not know who is… And I don’t see his features… But yes… Is Sloan says the man " He