AYLA HURST

All the story is available in the link:    http://aylahurst.blogspot.com/p/no-mans-land.html "Matt ran as fast as his legs allowed, he felt that at any moment he was going to fail and fall. The screams grew louder and louder and called him by his name: they were the cries of a woman, mixed with the cry of a baby, and they asked for his help. He went into the forest: he was going to vomit his lungs at any moment. Everything was frozen, he had lost sensibility in the fingers of his hands and he felt wet lips like two ice floes. He used his hands as an amplifier to call her and the ice penetrated his throat like a knife newly sharpened in the fire.   “Matt! I'm here." The voice was weak and sick from the cold and pain. “Don't worry, I'm going to look for you” he answered. He ran as much as he could while the darkness hovered around him, he tried to move faster to avoid losing visibility, but the night was faster than his legs. He put the foot up to his ankl...

All the chapters are available here:  https://aylahurst.blogspot.com/p/no-mans-land.html All the story is available in Spanish here:  https://aylahurst.blogspot.com/p/alaskan-bush-people.html Ever since I arrived in Browntown I hadn’t needed sleeping pills: work and money always kept me awake, spinning in bed with my eyes wide open until dawn. In Alaska I didn’t have those worries, I didn’t have to discuss contracts or meet deadlines, there were no agendas or budgets ... I recognize that the first days, sleeping was a challenge: not only was all my frustration for being useless and a failure, the discomfort of Matt's bed, the cottage and the noises of the northern night prevented me from getting better sleep. I didn’t know exactly how long I had been there, whether it had been days, weeks or months ... But when I started working side by side with the Brown family, I felt so exhausted at nightfall that I fell asleep almost instantly to lie on the bed. Matt's cabin was smal...