Sora Sans


Born in 1983, in Ronda. Lives and works in Malaga, Spain.

A story beneath the story: that is Sora’s aim. She has chosen the short story as a medium to create literature because she feels life has become a rush and we have no longer enough time to read long descriptive novels.
Nevertheless, she likes the way novels can create more rounded characters that develop and evolve throughout the story, due to the fact that novels give us the possibility of creating different spaces in different times within the same book. So, in order to create more rounded characters and several time-places, Sora has broke the structure of her short stories by dividing them into little chapters. That way, she can create several leaps forward and backward that allow characters to evolve, to change. That is a way to enrich the form, but what about the content? Symbols and metaphors are essential in her literature. We can see symbols all around us in our life; we just need to look carefully.
Sora’s short stories are full of symbols which convey a different meaning to the situation, creating a story beneath the story. This way, when she is describing the experience of a young girl with a mosquito, she is really talking about the mental disorder she suffers because of an unresolved situation in her life. Or when two friends are playing with watches, they are really trying to understand the mechanism of human mind. When she writes in Spanish, she uses puns of words which might mean one thing or another, so that the story grows and became a little novel written in less than fifteen pages. A new form of literature for a new world, that’s what she wants to create.

THE VILLAGE ON THE PRECIPICE
The village on the precipice is an allegory between the mechanism of clocks and watches (time) and the human mind; a puzzle of mystery in a dreamlike atmosphere. This short story treats the theme of suicide in a village where the precipice seems to attract people in a devastating way, where the reason for their suicidal personality is not in the village, it is far way, hidden in their past. Time and place are mixed in the form of a photograph.

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