Esmeralda Osejo Brito

Social Fantasy • 3rd June 2021

A Day in Forestia

A table with an open laptop. Objects and decorations revealing a freshman biology student. The room, in complete silence, irradiates calmness. An oasis in the middle of the chaotic city. / An attractive young man, 18, is sitting reading the book The Hidden Life of Trees. He is EDUARDO. To his side, there are notes on the forms of communication and collaboration between forest trees and their possible applications in society. Symbiosis, mycorrhiza, chemical communication processes, the role of collaboration in evolution.

Borders

The river dragged two bodies this morning. Half-submerged, one lies inert facing the bottom of an impregnable puddle of mud. A body turned eternal. The other splashes and drips sweat and drags itself along a shore full of wet, blackened grass. Its sunburnt hands, bloodied by misfortune, suddenly cling to a pair of black boots from which two thick and firm pillars rise, supporting a giant who is used to looking down on things and bodies.

On My First Day

On my first day in charge, I told them it was not possible. Five days on the outside, two months inside the shelter. In no scenario did they survive beyond that. The crowd of faces that surrounded me expectantly was painted in whitish yellow tones, blue and green. The owners of the corporation began to cry, some beat the tables with despair. The scientists showed me the algorithms, the cameras, the studies. They clamored appealing to the first law. I told them to unlock the doors...

Cabalgata nocturna en el desierto

Cascadas de vía láctea caen en pasos de alacrán, donde las pieles de dos especies se vuelven terciopelo marrón, en cuatro patas y dos al unísono. En el silencio cubierto de estrellas espinadas, se escucha el tibio palpitar de dos corazones cabalgantes, epítome de la confianza ciega.

Esmeralda Osejo Brito

Screenwriting

Just A Bird

Creative Writing

Borders

On My First Day

Cabalgata nocturna en el desierto