Claudia Mendez

“Boiling worries” by Claudia Mendez

-They'll never catch me again. Aoife muttered to herself as she approached the door of her small apartment Her heart raced, and her hands trembled as she fumbled for the keys. Before she dared to step inside, she scanned the dimly lit corridor, ensuring no prying eyes watched her. Just because she had experienced worse things that being stared at by strangers, it didn’t meant she had to endure it, not anymore. Definitely not. With a nervous glance over her shoulder, Aoife quickly opened the door. The first time, nobody was there. Still, she...

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“Today, I got a window as a gift” by Claudia Mendez

Today was going to be a day like any other. I wake up at the same hour. I wore the same clothes. I did the same chores. I behaved in the same way. There is only reason why I’m saying it WAS going to be a normal day is because of two events that turned everything upside down: First, today I was getting a year older. I once heard my mother saying that everyone celebrates being one day closer to death, so of course a party was to be expected. Me not taking much part on it was to be expected, too. And so was having to compensate the lack of gues...

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“It's very cold” by Claudia Mendez

Today was going to be a day like any other. I wake up at the same hour. I wore the same clothes. I did the same chores. I behaved in the same way. There is only reason why I’m saying it WAS going to be a normal day is because of two events that turned everything upside down: First, today I was getting a year older. I once heard my mother saying that everyone celebrates being one day closer to death, so of course a party was to be expected. Me not taking much part on it was to be expected, too. And so was having to compensate the lack of gues...

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“It's pretend” by Claudia Mendez

Today was going to be a day like any other. I wake up at the same hour. I wore the same clothes. I did the same chores. I behaved in the same way. There is only reason why I’m saying it WAS going to be a normal day is because of two events that turned everything upside down: First, today I was getting a year older. I once heard my mother saying that everyone celebrates being one day closer to death, so of course a party was to be expected. Me not taking much part on it was to be expected, too. And so was having to compensate the lack of gues...

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“Sombras” by Claudia Mendez

Today was going to be a day like any other. I wake up at the same hour. I wore the same clothes. I did the same chores. I behaved in the same way. There is only reason why I’m saying it WAS going to be a normal day is because of two events that turned everything upside down: First, today I was getting a year older. I once heard my mother saying that everyone celebrates being one day closer to death, so of course a party was to be expected. Me not taking much part on it was to be expected, too. And so was having to compensate the lack of gues...

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“Mrs. Cockroach” by Claudia Mendez

Today was going to be a day like any other. I wake up at the same hour. I wore the same clothes. I did the same chores. I behaved in the same way. There is only reason why I’m saying it WAS going to be a normal day is because of two events that turned everything upside down: First, today I was getting a year older. I once heard my mother saying that everyone celebrates being one day closer to death, so of course a party was to be expected. Me not taking much part on it was to be expected, too. And so was having to compensate the lack of gues...

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“In the roots” by Claudia Mendez

Today was going to be a day like any other. I wake up at the same hour. I wore the same clothes. I did the same chores. I behaved in the same way. There is only reason why I’m saying it WAS going to be a normal day is because of two events that turned everything upside down: First, today I was getting a year older. I once heard my mother saying that everyone celebrates being one day closer to death, so of course a party was to be expected. Me not taking much part on it was to be expected, too. And so was having to compensate the lack of gues...

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“Rated” by Claudia Mendez

Today was going to be a day like any other. I wake up at the same hour. I wore the same clothes. I did the same chores. I behaved in the same way. There is only reason why I’m saying it WAS going to be a normal day is because of two events that turned everything upside down: First, today I was getting a year older. I once heard my mother saying that everyone celebrates being one day closer to death, so of course a party was to be expected. Me not taking much part on it was to be expected, too. And so was having to compensate the lack of gues...

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“Daily Measures” by Claudia Mendez

Dear indeterminate infant: I have written this letter at the request of Mr. Milcayac, who has made it possible for me to receive this box. Here you will find 30 sweaters made entirely from the strands of my hair. Don't worry about hygiene, I make sure to wash it every day. I have used them myself and can attest to their great ability to regulate body temperature. 13 are brown, 7 are strawberry blonde, and the remaining 10 are both. I don't have any more colors in my head so you'll have to settle for those colors.Normally you'd charge a hefty...

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“Do it yourself” by Claudia Mendez

Dear indeterminate infant: I have written this letter at the request of Mr. Milcayac, who has made it possible for me to receive this box. Here you will find 30 sweaters made entirely from the strands of my hair. Don't worry about hygiene, I make sure to wash it every day. I have used them myself and can attest to their great ability to regulate body temperature. 13 are brown, 7 are strawberry blonde, and the remaining 10 are both. I don't have any more colors in my head so you'll have to settle for those colors.Normally you'd charge a hefty...

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“I think I care, or maybe I don't...” by Claudia Mendez

Dear God:Mr. Milcayac and I have finally reached our destination. Fortunately, everything is going well. We have already spent two weeks here, familiarizing ourselves with the place and the premises. My lord, I know that we have not come here to sightsee and I assure you that the next time I write to you, it will be to tell you how your word is accepted in this place. You know that I am not the one who writes to you most often, but I swear that this is not due to laziness or lack of faith. Others may write to you daily, but for what purpose?...

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“Thank you” by Claudia Mendez

Dear God: Thank you for accepting me into your home. I was told that you were very generous, but honestly, I never would have imagined that you would reward me in this way. I'll write to you as much as I can, I promise. I wanted to tell you that I already received my baptism. It was a very impressive ceremony. You've probably already seen it, so I don't need to describe it. I thought it was a good gesture that they disinfected the needles before sticking them in my body. I can take the pain, but the thought of dirt on my body is something th...

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“Today, I got a window as a gift” by Claudia Mendez

Submitted to Contest #97

Today was going to be a day like any other. I wake up at the same hour. I wore the same clothes. I did the same chores. I behaved in the same way. There is only reason why I’m saying it WAS going to be a normal day is because of two events that turned everything upside down: First, today I was getting a year older. I once heard my mother saying that everyone celebrates being one day closer to death, so of course a party was to be expected. Me not taking much part on it was to be expected, too. And so was having to compensate the lack of gues...

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“And the purpose was...?” by Claudia Mendez

Submitted to Contest #78

What time is it? I have no idea. Surely is already late at night. But I can’t fall asleep yet. Tomorrow is the play…and I’m still unable to perform the core scene of my character. It’s a full soliloquy! Even if I’m not the lead role, it’s still something important. Realizing that reading the scrip in the bed will only make it easier for me to end up sleeping, I quickly get up. I open the only window in my room, in an attempt to lose any drowsiness I could have. It works. My face meets a cold breeze that makes me go back to my senses. I shou...

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“N stands for nothing” by Claudia Mendez

Submitted to Contest #74

Her name started with N. That’s all she could remember. It didn’t mattered to know the rest, anyway. Nobody had never called her any name since…how long? She only kept tracks of days thanks to the watch in her wrist, the only possession of hers that proved that she once had a life. Because even if she was still able to feel pain and cold, she didn’t felt alive. She knew that there were many thoughts about life, but she doubted that any of them involved being a piece of meat that always shivered and coughed constantly, looking for something...

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