Hola! My name is Luis, and I live in an art museum in a town called Tarapoto, Peru with my mother and sister, María. The museum is on the bottom floor, and we live above it on the second floor. The museum is called Museo Cautivador, which means "captivating museum" in English. My mom, who I call Mamí, knows a lot about art, and people all over the world know her. She runs the museum; this job is called a curator, and it means that she also picks out the art to show. There isn't much perman...

Hola! My name is Luis, and I live in an art museum in a town called Tarapoto, Peru with my mother and sister, María. The museum is on the bottom floor, and we live above it on the second floor. The museum is called Museo Cautivador, which means "captivating museum" in English. My mom, who I call Mamí, knows a lot about art, and people all over the world know her. She runs the museum; this job is called a curator, and it means that she also picks out the art to show. There isn't much perman...

A brain at rest, random thoughts flickering through its hinterlands, nothing registering, nothing sticking.Then FLASH!A tiny spark in the darkness that begins to burn, growing with every nanosecond, swelling ever larger, impossible to ignore, impossible to push away. It pulls in on itself, condensing, forming, solidifying...A story in its infancy, trying to gather what it needs to survive. Drawing sustenance from the Imagination of the Author. Trying to mature. Tryi...