Horror written in dried blood. Worm-eaten theology. Tenderness with teeth. Someone defined me as Mediterranean Gothic. I like it.
First bites (3 quick reads)
- Litany in G Major — Insomnia turns the neighbor’s snores into imperatives—“Come. Open. Finish.” A lockpick kit, a door that breathes, hands on a throat; the letter G as a drone. Relief arrives as a silence that hurts.
➜ https://ausiastsel.com/en/litany-in-g-major/ - The Ringing — Fifteen years of tinnitus: changing pitch by tilting the head, drowning it with apps and appliances. The real horror is doctrinal—what if the electricity called “me” keeps the whistle after death?
➜ https://ausiastsel.com/en/the-ringing/ - I Don’t Want To Die — ER cubicle no. 6: dizziness, numb limbs, a “sweetness” behind the eyes named by his mother. Writing with the IV line swinging, he names the living and admits the only prayer he has: “I don’t want to die.”
➜ https://ausiastsel.com/en/i-dont-want-to-die/
What I write
Ritual dread, blasphemous tenderness, small rooms where the air won’t move. I work in Catalan/Valencian and English. Expect knives, relics, bad faith, and people who pray to the wrong thing with perfect sincerity.
If you want more
- Archive (EN): hand-picked pieces and new work as it lands.
➜ https://ausiastsel.com/en/archive/ - About: who I am and what this project is.
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