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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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Upcoming releases:

Fri 8, microinvitados

Monday 11, short story: Souvenir

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