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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.


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