Mexican Gothic Review Novels & Stories

ADRIAN It was peaceful not seeing Lucas all week. But that peace lasted shorter than I wanted. Unfortunately, I was hit with the heavy reminder that some places carried memories whether you wanted them to or not. Like right now. As I stepped into a place that reminded me of Lucas. The moment I stepped through the entrance of Eclipse, I regretted agreeing to come. Music pulsed through the dimly lit bar, the heavy bass vibrating beneath my feet. Purple and blue lights swept lazily across the room, painting everything in shifting colors. Laughter rose above the music in bursts, mixing with the clinking of glasses and the occasional conversation.

“But I can’t. The boys. They keep nagging me. Night and day. They keep telling me what I can and can’t do. I’m not a child. I don’t want to move into an old folks’ home or a nursing home, but the boys won’t stop.” On their first trip to Mexico, they saw the catacombs. They stayed in Mexico City on November 2nd because Maria wanted to see the Day of the Dead up close. They watched parades with hundreds of people dressed as the Coqueta Catrina and the Elegant Catrin, wearing exquisite

******************************** the street was slightly dark and empty, the only noise that could be heard where that of crickets and frogs the cold night breeze blew past my skin and I shivered, I could feel the Goosebumps growing in on me it was about 8:00 in the night, for some unexplainable reasons, people here at Mexico slept really early the streetlights were all over the road unshed tears found their way through my cheeks, i was still in my nightwear and I didn't have enough time to actually pick up a sweater to cover up, I was freezing. maybe this is what I deserve maybe this is the universe way to punish me for my sins maybe I am not fit to be in this world Fresh tears fall free w

They knocked on his door but he did not answer, they insisted, but they continued without cooperating, suddenly a young boy, badly dressed in a nasty dirty way, and maybe he had a little bit of hallucinogenic substances on him, anyway he answered too badly and shouting at them they had to leave so as not to continue calling the attention of the neighbor, but without a doubt they would return that same day at night to resume the lack of respect that made María De La Cruz so bad-tempered; poor Emiliano Romero was about to die of shock at seeing so much disorder around him. That same night, exactly at two o'clock in the morning when the dark shadows abound in the streets, they went out to look

After seeing the Lombardi fortress nothing shocked me. I was in awe though at the large beautiful mansion as we rounded the driveway. It was ‘Mexico meets luxury’ at its best. It was glamorous yet unique and something you could not find anywhere than Mexico. I was in love. The cars stopped, and the doors opened with the guards in my car hopping off. The valet opened my door, bowing in respect. I placed my hand in his, slipping out to straighten up. The guards rounded the car, standing right next to me.

It’s dim, and the fluorescent lights hung too far apart. I am not OCD but... I am bothered. Men move around with their backs to me, heaving crates onto pallets. I keep my eyes down, because I know better. In this world, the more you see, the faster you end up in the ground. I’ve been in Mexico a year. Long enough to know the rules and the consequences of breaking them. The two guards flanking me murmur something under their breath and then turn to a metal staircase. At the top there was a door. One of them knocks twice and then the door creaks open. I am pushed inside like a sacrifice while the guards shut the door behind me.

"Think about it. If she truly had no feelings for you, why would she have begged us to take you into our home back then?" Edwin let out a helpless sigh. "The Keller family has poor morals, and they're just as scheming and ruthless in business. Sooner or later, they'll fall apart. Rowena's only been deceived by Preston. I'm sure she'll come around sooner or later." He then added, "Besides, you haven't been back to the south in so many years. How could we possibly feel at ease letting you go back alone?" They spoke earnestly, trying to persuade me to change my mind.

I never expected to see Sean again, and certainly not at my personal fashion exhibition. He had lost a lot of weight, and his presence was worn down. When our eyes met, there was a strange look on his face, something between a laugh and a sob. It was almost absurd. By then, though, my heart had fully healed. I could once again stand beneath the spotlight and speak to the audience, with poise and confidence that had always been mine. I had already climbed out of the lowest point of my life. So, I named this exhibition “Rebirth”, a celebration not just of my work, but of my own revival.

But she knew, "before the beliefs that had coalesced above were completely destroyed." Even if she tried, those departed spirits from Mexico couldn't be wiped out, and more importantly, the The souls buried underground couldn't be rescued! Those Mexican soldiers didn't even bother to hurry and bring Camden back. They always enjoyed the thrill of the prey having nowhere to escape. Especially when the prey is weaker and smaller, it gets them excited. "You little bastard, I'll give you one minute to run."

CATALINA Okay. I know I said I'd build my walls even higher….but how could I do that when he's doing all these sweet things for me? The way he looks at me and touches me. Maybe I should bring my walls down a bit? Watch how things go…. I had this fear that things would go back to the way they were once we went back to Mexico. If they did, I'll have to accept my fate and keep the memories of this place buried in my heart.