Canaryislands Stories

Maya is hiding from something she did. Something huge. But here on La Palma, everything is quiet, and maybe she can finally begin to heal. A series of in-the-moment short stories following Maya and her children as they grow up and live their lives on the timeless isle of La Palma. La Palma is one of the most beautiful places on earth. It's a Spanish island in the Canary Islands off the coast of Northern Africa, with a hot climate tempered by the cold winds off the Atlantic Ocean. It has hundreds of secluded black sand beaches and, while it depends on tourism for much of its economy, it is much more rural and genuine-feeling than the islands on Tenerife and Lanzarote. The waves can be dangerously high but also gentle and clear, and inland the black rock reaches to stunning heights before dipping into the Caldera de Taburiente, which was left after one of the many devastating volcanic eruptions the island has seen. Lining the winding roads are banana plantations, which are the main produce of the island. It may seem barren as you arrive from the plane, but La Palma is full of vibrant life, from the Little Rainforest to the hot springs and teeming rockpools. It's a writer's paradise, and this story was begun there, because it would take more than mortal strength to merely observe and not try to record this incredible place. I wish I could be there all the time, but I'm over here, in rainy Britain, so the most I can do is sit down with a cup of tea and a laptop and try to bring a little of La Palma over here.

▪ Ongoing▪ The members of WG 10, who go together in a boarding school in Germany, have a class trip to Tenerife. Doesn't that sound nice? And except for the teachers, it is for a while also like that. ... Until they just have to wait briefly at an information sign. The others wanted to take a quick look with their teacher to see if they had overlooked any clues during their oh-so instructive snippet hunt. After that, no longer things that could be called normal happend. The group is left alone for ages and they decide to find their way back alone. One crazy coincidence rides itself on the next and so it already gets dark seconds later. Maybe they just didn't calculate the time difference? Or is it because of some mountains ...? You can look for and also find many logical explanations, but does that help? And as if they didn't have enough problems (with such small brains), it turns out that the aggressive prehistoric humans of this island have apparently not yet died out. Or did they?? But that is not important. Because they seem to have answers. However, they will not share these with intruders ... Instead, they will rather be sacrificed to gods ... or grilled ... There is so much that you can do with people you hate. Everyone knows that. So we are all sure that we don't want to end up in this position. But whoever is responsible for it up there seems to have more fun about the act than something like SYmPAthY... [[Includes insults, swear words, and other expressions]] Blurb and totally uncreative title + cover picture by @ 1Keks_ ○ ⊙ ● ○ ⊙ ● ○ ⊙ ● ○ ⊙ ● ○ ⊙ ● ○ ⊙ ● ○ ⊙ ● ○ ⊙ ●

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 , 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐧. 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 ? 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲. --- IN WHICH, a bet turns into something bigger . OR IN WHICH , a dream leads to something better. A PEDRI GONZALEZ FANFICTION started 28/02/2025