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Palindrome

No doubt people Microinvitados of this batch are soundly. My computer problems have been quietly popping up when they appeared and showing their joy, so characteristic of microbloggers. Before leaving to A Coruña I will settle debts with three of them. The first is next door, locks in piquín of Asturies. Puts his name in lower case, its , but Your Álvarez should do it with capital letters, with the letters of some importance that fill his blog. Fresh, bright, northern, be read with sincerity, with a few words, as good microstories. "Playing between stories" navigating the rough seas that suggests thousands of stories into one, browse freely for you to read it.

STORIES FROM PLAYING

pirouetting among the stars I'm still hanging in the smile of the moon, traveling on the backs of the clouds ... watching you from up here when you're busy ... waiting between games though sometimes entertaining, I miss seeing you down. Today I have wanted to get back to who you like, pirate, princess, superhero ... whatever, invent a story together again. Today I'm going to see you, you will write letters and I ... I as always sail in them.

microstories and other Stories is a blog Pedro Alonso is left to follow, just read you've begun to realize that their stories will fill, they are not unfriendly, are enjoyed anywhere, in any situation. Is a blog that you will gutting his melodies, singing with you as its author hum the next, leaving you wanting more. "Fire!" is perhaps the little tunes that fills your head notes of rhythmic music. Leela, you're taking too long.

FIRE!

" Everyone prisoners of our fears " , had written on the wall of his cell before moving on. Looked at the dawn release puffs inhaled and closed his eyes waiting for the order.

David Figueroa writing is compelling. Do not let deterred. is clear and concise. From his pen heart out different stories, but with a common soul, that soul that puts the writer in each line drawing. His blog Relatosenlínea , I chose the micro "Incosecuencia." I love folk tales, these stories of children, but this ...

Inconsistent

A handsome young man who kissed her lips gently, on the fifth anniversary entry into coma, when nobody visited him, suddenly awoke, looked annoyed, and after a loud belch almost eternal, became Toad, plunged into a depression leaving incurable.

David has started a new venture with new blog. In the first two links you can go to the new and the third to the former. And nothing else, I'm going to rest before Botulinum Toxin for my disease. Live happy in Gijón, I invite you to visit, but my visits to A Coruña also have ...

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MICROINVITADOS

Overrides moon

love.

The aroma,

void moon.

Forgive, but again I made a play on the computer. They do not find fault and I can not do anything. Next week I go to my second home, A Coruña, in late June again have to make a decision: try to find fault or buying a new CPU, the second is to win. I'm overwhelmed, knackered and off, I do not know if tomorrow I reproduce the error again. I leave with my first palindrome I want to devote to MJ, who has taught me of its existence. I hope on Thursday to make my last post before I rest my microinvitados pending. Sorry for both incident.


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In Girdles Older Women

El primer cadaver apareció con un cuchillo de cocina clavado en su espalda. Pasado algún tiempo, se encontró a una prostituta del parque penetrada por unas agujas de ganchillo en su corazón. Fue una viejecita la que encontró al siguiente cadaver, venía de echarles pan duro a los pobres del parque cuando gritó al ver a un joven rodeado de botellas de ginebra, estaba ahogado en tan etílica arma y sostenía un relicario clavado en sus manos piadosas. Mientras la policía levantaba el cadaver del chavalillo, un corredor de fondo vio como su cuello era sesgado por un alámbre datado en el siglo XV ...

time wore on and the police stopping right and left, convinced that crimes were brought together by chance in a park. Look I made sure to leave clues to who had no doubt that this was a psychopath. Each time I killed one, tried to run over the tricycle, skateboard, bike ... According to his statements in the press, were all circumstantial evidence did not prove anything. I do not know, next time I will have to pass over with my walker, because it would leave my DNA and degrade them.

Forthcoming publications: Wednesday

4, sensations Road Bar
Friday 6, microinvitados

Baby Blue Rim Around Brown Eyes

MURDER IN THE PARK SLIDE MICROINVITADOS

Patricia floods my computer wonderful lyrics that manage to sweeten the evening. Patricia makes every day I raised it difficult story I will cherish. Patricia is poetry, friendship, a person, is ... all the good you think and something else. Patricia in this to see ensures a pleasant reading. As shown it button The Shining Reza book , this micro full of magic and spells a reality that surrounds us all, the reading is of potions, poems, gossip, adventures ... You read it shut up ...

THE BOOK LIGHT REZA

" In full moon for seven days, should the frog perfume with the compound obtained from the maceration of seventy seven hundred flowers blossom in water droplets. And will transmute in Prince . "


"He knows he should be in the basement, covered in cobwebs and bat droppings, like any other of your condition.'s Under the sun, clean and open, deployed its magic light. Wait. Pray to God Books of Good Intentions for someone to read it and decide to use quality materials that he proposes. But go to his side, without paying attention, thousands of small green creatures covered in mud in the lagoon and the flies buzzing around are happy. "

On 23 June last year began this section and in its fifth edition appeared and my next guest. So it was with a haiku, now does it with a micro. Torcuato rests on his blog any ideas that occur in his head, not a writer of a line, but all within its reach. Already in the title of the blog, All new under the moon , makes us a wink to us about what we will see in it. I like his approach to the micro: sincere, utterly, as strong and fit in your blogpersona adjective. Its micro Bureaucracy is stark, yet it presents you with such normality that makes you think ... better keep quiet and let you read it.

Bureaucracy.

They charge in that row to the left, if you please. Today I will have repeated a hundred times, but without losing the smile. Do you like my smile? My teeth are white and even, and my eyes are not bad. Right? What fool! Why do you ask? However, I know. I've noticed in the way you look when you've come to my desk. You are very beautiful and I look forward to tell me about yourself. Quiet, will only be a few miles and come out when we get the boot and you come off of that nasty gag. What stuff! I hate my job but thanks to him I found out your address.

Tomorrow Saturday publish fiction in two microphones in the not yet published, I hope to start a line microphones do not repeat my blog.

following publications:

Monday 2, short story: Murder in the Park

Wednesday, 4, feelings: Road Bar

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CONTRAPUNTO

came to éxtesis with his violin, he touched it with such force that when he approached the allegro ma non tropo , stumbled.

Forthcoming publications:

Friday 29, microinvitados.
Monday 2, short story: Murder in the Park

On Saturday 30 micros publish in the original fiction in "Weapons" and "Makeup." I look forward to from now as well, trying not to repeat micros in both blogs.

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We promised eternal love and until then I'd met. The days chosen were on Tuesdays and Thursdays. The venue, which hid a small apartment furnished our faithfulness. Justification, some classes music you shared with Prof. Rufino Rato perch. None of our rich unsuspecting spouses: maintaining our high train of married life, as usual. That afternoon the rain seemed to follow a man ; took a taxi - the cello squeezed me against the window -, the driver could not stop looking at me in the mirror, the site was near to stop sent him and paid him back. Everything went as normal, a few drinks, bath and bed. For the first time the bell called while we were there. I put on my bathrobe. I walked slowly down the hall. A mother and her child wanted to give them the flute lessons. I indicated that there was taught the cello. Since then cease to knock at our door, not even after plate removed entry announcing that Rufino was flutist Alcanda Rato.

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Next entries:

Wednesday 27, in short: Counterpoint
Friday 29, microinvitados

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not stay away ...

not far from me, moon,

when the night we

thin clothes in their clothes

indigo.

caught not far from my touch

childish when I wake up stunned

emanating essence of feeling.

not stay away at night,

when the stars do not stop laughing when

slash my beautiful

your crimson ribbon. Upcoming

publications (if breakdowns permitting): Monday

25, short story, untitled
Wednesday 27, shorted: Counterpoint

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SOUVENIR

The maharajah from Bombay , his family and his entourage filled two hotels of high standing in their summer vacation. That year, his Excellency had decided to change out a summer resort and for the first time in his native India to direct his steps to the Arabian desert. The fatigue of being in aristocratic pools combined with visits to cafes and the Grand Bazaar, where he always found out some bargain to decorate his palace filled. A revolt began to go all the Arab country, jeopardizing the riches that the maharajah had brought him there and interrupting his trip to protest strongly at the hotels and chartering two private planes.

Back in his palace, the maharajah found that nobody was in his room, locked each of its bars and took a souvenir purchased with great secrecy in the grand bazaar. It was a magic lamp in the words of the merchant and belonged to a certain Aladdin. You should gently rub its surface plated with gold and wait for the magic works the rest. The maharajah rubbed, and rubbed and rubbed and rubbed tired of, was about to call a servant too tired to continue work. When I had the key in the door, smoke started coming out of the lamp. The genie is out of the lamp and the maharajah ordered to serve his three wishes. The genie looked at him incredulously, and he flicked his tongue out of his way. Today the massive riots continue caste in India, where the maharajah created the famous Party for Parias which was widely applauded among its neighbors.

This computer must be jinxed and has become a mess, or perhaps continue crashed and the passage of time (did not reach a week) failed again. Who knows? I hope not happen again, but I can not say. Until Friday of next week will not see microinvitados, although these are the last two weeks as the holidays starting this Thursday until next Monday will start again no normal week. Next

publications (supposedly):

Wednesday 20, sensations, not far
Monday 25, short story: Murder in the Park

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MICROINVITADOS

Today, on my birthday, I have two microinvitados I have shown patience by delayed publication 15 days. The damage is what they have.


Puck Gardens are like all the parks, different depending on the season. Its flora and fauna changes according to season, but as literary garden is also open to states of mind, to dream, to the sway of feeling ... at so many things that make it a place where I would lose all the nooks, indulge and enjoy. Puck never tires, is vital, divine, caring, dedicated ... In its micro Awakenings us on a journey to a dream world, a world that fills his blog and it comforts us.

Awakenings

When I awoke I knew something was wrong. As I rose strongly support the skinning foot and I felt my face to see that I had become a gigantic insect Kafkaesque. I rubbed my eyes and looked at my reflection in the mirror of the cabinet. There it was. It was a ghost. Was to turn around when I understood everything. Lying naked on the bed, slept a beautiful woman. Please let me wake anyone.


Now we're The Coyote Den , a place that breaks new ground. Cybrghost has spoiled us to write simple yet worked, do not know why but I was attracted by this way of understanding the words, with the warmth that makes you read everything fresh Cybrghost makes you imagine. In The Last Combat ring you closer to a quiet life with stunning, shock bombs will make you meet a character full of experiences that you can dream.

THE LAST BATTLE

looked up and looking her image in the glass. It was pitiful. Poured another shot of "Jack" who just happened to fall into the glass to his throat. He stood up and haltingly made it to stand in front of her mirror. Unbuttoned shirt with difficulty and to face stiffened. His arms still enjoyed a considerable size and kept hard in order. Lifting boxes and kept them, but were so slow that even a child can avoid them. His chest was left to the seriousness and belly fell limp. He reached out to the bottle and drank until his breath failed him. Began to see two mirrors in front of him. It was not throwing in the towel, rather to realize that lay on the ground long ago. He gave a right against the glass like the old days, when he aspired to a belt. Blood seeped through his fingers and tears down his cheeks. Technical KO.


Forthcoming publications:
Monday 11, short story: Souvenir
Wednesday 13, sensations, not far

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A dole, TV Catholic, Quile quilete, being the queen with his Cabinet ...

Upcoming releases:

Fri 8, microinvitados

Monday 11, short story: Souvenir

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PROGRESS (2)

never thought size was reached forward from the days when the Internet became common in homes However, every day, they will innovate and achieving incredible goals. Last week I bought a cellphone whose operation I tried to explain the dependent, not that I did much attention. I knew that companies were brought to a fight between them abducirte at the time that payment of your call is greater: Movimoon abducía you for international calls, Torange in national and local Olafone on. You got up belonging to a company and you were sleeping being another, passing along the journey through all of them depending on how many calls you make. And boy how it went with the charge that carried out the sign up.


days ago, my brother went to the base rental space of five Star The Ventorrillo, who was on the dark side of the moon. Had just arrived, I called to collect the resulting huge profits for the company. I said in another cutting I would not catch my embarrassing brother. I called him yesterday with my phone via the company more expensive interstellar collect calls. At first I heard nothing, not a miserable spatial noise roaring through communication. I thought I had to wait for the usual dunk typical telephone rate on Earth. I felt a grudge from my phone and I returned a macanudo anger. Someone was swinging my hump in silence and taking me by a rolling stone. The silence was what I Mosque. My inferiority complex by the cell smoothly surfaced. A feeling of severe cuckold greeted me on my forehead. Suddenly, the call went dead. That seemed the most practical joke in the history of telephony. I contacted the company and nothing else to hear your response, I knew about words.


Forthcoming publications:

Wednesday 23, in short: not as Child litany
Friday 25, microinvitados

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MICROINVITADA

After the short time interfere on other tasks, I return to this section as desired by me. Much remains to be passing through here, but with some debt is already huge and I am prepared to pay. There is a selection of the best, because it would be very bold by any it that way, are those that I will fill the afternoon with their microphones and manage blogs sweeten life. One of them will not appear today because I have not yet confirmed their willingness to participate.

The other I can make a voodoo doll and nail as many needles as are just. Marialuisa is one of the first microbeads with whom I've met in cyberspace has always been a writer who left for another week, because it is a quiet woman, closer to the ants. Today we do justice, or so try. The first time I read it let me taste slightly extending the tongue and leaves you a simple flavor. It simply meet every pore of his lyrics, the simplicity so difficult to achieve and that many of us were surprised to find it. Always re-read to try the micro. Secret Garden is a blog you can visit and you'll be pleased as micros A Genius that duration is short but long reflection.

A GENIUS

The genius rubbed the lamp. From it came the tramp days ago she made a wish: "I want to be a genius."

But I think that one is not enough, Pardon the micro where Marialuisa has left its mark inserted in it. Enjoy and then visit your blog.

PARDON

always looked into the eyes of their victims a few seconds before the strike. He liked to feel the fear, supplication and despair. Only once could not. Lamb reminded that a TV commercial.

Forthcoming publications:

Monday 21, short story: Progress (2)

Wednesday 23, in short: not so long string Child

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For every silence,

thy silent accomplice

life.

For every look,

your eyes

accomplice of hope. Views of silence



caring for your touch,

your sighs

and your dreams.



Next entries:


Friday 18: Microinvitadas.
Monday 21: short story: Progress (2)

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PASSENGER WISH BIRTHDAY

That

railway line ran only on weekends. On Friday carrying miners to their homes scattered throughout the plains and returned Sunday the desolate mountain. The routine was always the same: the train arrived at the mountain, kept blowing his whistle, miners slowly approached the station master shouted the miners left behind, the 25-seat passenger was late and the train started. Nobody knew where the passenger sat 25. Although the ticket made it very clear where he belongs, the passenger to ignore the indication. Into the great river, the beginning of a great line, all poked their heads out the windows and saw the 25 passengers leave the train. It was always the same. They could even tell which tree height was thrown. And in return, in the same line turned up. Nothing strange in such mysterious behavior, but everybody knew some story told in whispers. That afternoon, 25 passengers arrived late as usual and disappeared inside the car. All according to the monotony. When the train reached the line, approached the door they saw a passenger jump into the void. All were silent. The 25 passengers got off at the last station.

Forthcoming publications:

Wednesday 16: Feelings: I

Friday 18: Microinvitadas

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The window through which food passed in both directions let me see his face all day every day, just as he left his office for lunch. It was the only joy I was getting in my work, stuck as it was in my wheelchair and dishwashers that shabby. Her sweet look at the letter, reading the newspaper waiting for you, your chewing sensuously rhythmic, tipped his farewell smile. Today was his birthday: January 15, as he was going to forget. I left a flower on her site reserved. Maybe I looked in his eyes caress love. There I was, punctual as always. Have you seen the flower. The smells. I tried to choose a flower with natural essence. The waiter brought the letter. She thanked him. But he added that the flower was very pretty. No, no, it was me. I have not been able to approach the window and scream. Wheelchair will not let me stir it in that joint. Have been tonight. And me? The head chef has scolded me for the dishes accumulated. Worse for her, you will accumulate more. I made a decision.

This micro was made for birthday Your and had a beautiful picture that was not to get to my blog.

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WORK HIGH-FLYING

The ogre, with its prim jacket and tie, flimsy, moves to the office thinking about the day the bodies of their efficient apples.

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Train to ...

The train driver watches the road disappears. 200 meters. Sudden stop. 150 meters. Creaking wagons. 100 meters. Sparks coalesce. 50 meters. A scream invades bloody fear. 0 meters.


The driver stops the train slid to a dead end. It appears the station master. Making the sign of stopping. A child runs out of the cantina. Solo. Silent. His suitcase in hand. Open. Empty. The station master sends the driver got out. The boy grabs the engine, close the bag and leaves.

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Their wings were unusually agitated. In the valley smelled the proximity of livestock. From their mouths issued some volleys of fire. was preparing for an imminent attack on the sheep. His eyes scanned the horizon hungry parts hunt. The fire faltered. Appears a face of anguish and ferocity of a dragon is gone. Their wings vary the course. Just coordinate your flight, and their roar aullentan their ferocity. A mosquito lands on her back.

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Text search in your page with Javascript

If you search for text in web page or blog can easily be done through Javascript, which is a great value to the usability of your site especially if it addresses issues with lots of text, usually in many browsers can be done with window.find function (), but to work in almost all there is to include a small script. Var

Example:



Code:

Script:

\u0026lt;script language="JavaScript">
was crowded null

busca function (str) {
if (parseInt (navigator.appVersion) \u0026lt;4) return;
was strFound;
if (window.find) {

; strFound = self.find (str);
if (! strFound) {
strFound = self.find (str, 0,1)
while (self.find (str , 0.1)) continue
}

} else if (navigator.appName.indexOf ("Microsoft ")!=- 1) {

if (Trang ! = null) {
TRange.collapse (false)
strFound TRange.findText = (str)
if (strFound) TRange.select ()}

if (Trang == null ("Opera does not support search")
return;

} if (! StrFound) alert ("String '" + str + "' not found")
return;}


Form: \u0026lt;input
name="t1" value="Texto to Buscar" /> \u0026lt;input onclick = "search (document.all.t1.value)" type = "button" value = "Search" / >


Important: The script and the form you can put anywhere on your site, but we recommend that you include the script in the \u0026lt;head> \u0026lt;/ head> of your page, but not quite necessary, as you see in this blog that does not copy the script in the \u0026lt;head> but if I put it first in the entry and working properly.




As you can see the text box has the name = "t1", so the button is in the OnClick event searches function which sends the object's Value t1 .

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Mumbai monsoon rains away from her. Are just some slight drops that glide with extreme lightness. The streets are full of people Jaranera. The contest comes to pimples one hundred forty-two EDITION. Elephants all over India had come to compete. It was the most renowned event on the continent. He is best known for its impartial jurors came and exemplary organization. If nothing prevented, would be a hit with audiences and critics. There was only one slight problem, the winner was hospitalized in his hometown. It is not known if the prize is pick up the president of the nation or a saint. There currently are phoning the champion to the hospital. In their hands. Mowgli decides.

Saturday I posted this microstories unison in Microstories in Brevedades and this my blog. It is a completely new micro wrote before putting fallow my blogs. I think back to repeat the experience of publishing at the same time a new micro in the three posts because I find it interesting. On Monday February 28 normally again publish my blog so I hope. Greetings.

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Print a page with Javascript


This trick is very simple, if you want your page to be printed with a single click, you can add some code to a button and go.

Example:

Code:

value="Imprimir" /> \u0026lt;input type="button" onclick="window.print()"

The important code here is onclick = "window.print ()" which stated in the event Clicker to print, so you can add to cualguier another label in the same event, or other similar OnClick.

Examples: Print

Code: Link:

\u0026lt;a href="" onclick="window.print()"> Print \u0026lt;/ a>
Image:
\u0026lt;img border="0" onclick="window.print()" src="http://ruta_imagen" />

(you can use an image that's already online if you want to upload one, you can look at server images or icons as Iconfinder.com and copy the URL)

In a Cell \u0026lt;td
onclick="window.print()"> ...\u0026lt;/ td>

And in many other labels more.

I hope you use it, because it is very useful for many types of pages and blog to print content.