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The Magazine of the brief & fantasticstood up and walked away a piousalama helped me to rejoin between funof people, I was left in shock. Whathappened to me was horrible, not hate!It's a lie, I'm terrified of clowns. I wantto overcome this irrational fear, I wentto his tent, poked my head. I sawchildren in a cage still locked, theclown cut onion in a table, Iapproached him by the back, disarmedhim value arming myself with myhands and hanged him.-Die you bastard, go back to hellwhere it never should have left.That infernal monster lay lying on theground, dead. I walked over to the cageand inside there was a child but aventriloquist dummy. It was all afigment of my imagination and startedlaughing like crazy standing there.'Ha, ha, ha.Tomás Pacheco Estrada (Mexico)FobialepsiaHe thought it was dreaming when hewoke under the ground.Deisy Toussaint (Dominican Republic)Story of a phobiaThe child is on the carpet, advisedgrandma, pick him up. Don’t go out tothe back yard to all that dirt,commanded mother. Don’t pickanything from the sidewalk, is filthy,chastised the nanny. Always stumbling,have you no legs, grumbled father. Hemarried a scrubber, an aunt disparageda former fiancé. Stock market is on thefloor, grunted an older cousin. I’llswipe the floor tiles with your face,threatened the schoolyard bully. Youngmen, pontificated the dean, you are toexalt the motherland, and you are tostop the underground maneuvers of thebasest interests. Pansies kiss the floor,give me thirty! demanded the academysergeant. We’ll spend the war intrenches, lamented the soldiers in hisplatoon. He kept the banner up, readthe battle report, and he himself stoodthough his blood mudded the dirt. Thisone will reach the highest rank, theywhispered in the officer’s mess hall.General, you’ll know how to keep thegutter scum in place, the magnatesopined. It is for me to erase the telluricatavism of the nation, roared he in hisinauguration speech, and put Her in thepinnacle of civilization. Thepresidential sash must remain on thisman’s enlightened chest, is not to belowered to the demagogic hustling likea scrubber’s rag, is not to befall ontobase, crawling individuals, admonishedthe captive media. And my mortalremains shall be placed standing insidea bronze statue, atop a pedestal at leastsixty feet tall, stated his political lastwill and testament. Kept them all undermy boot, he confessed to the priest, allmay- june, 2013 # 126 Revista Digital miNatura 29