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My review about... The Sandman Vol #1 Lord Morpheus by negativefeeling Lord Morpheus has left his throne. His wills were discarded like useless limbs while the subject who made the tricks to trap him dances his victory dance. Lord Morpheus, Sandman, has lost his crown. The Ruby from his hands was truly gone as well as his magic dust that he kept in a tiny sack in which it would never end. Your cape, Lord Morpheus, has been thrown away by the hands of the stupid mortal who laughs and laughs without knowing that the vengeance would be cold served. Keep planning, Lord Morpheus; meanwhile this ignorant still rejoices himself in laughter ig

Disclaimer: I do not own Mass Effect or any of the characters here portrayed, they belong to their creators. I just took them for a while to practice my writing skills. Bigger picture.- by negativefeeling John woke up with a scream. The eternal night on the skylight window showed him that he, as well as Earth, were just tiny grains of sand in that humongous space. The vision of it all was calm and alluring, like the sea when the water makes ripples on the surface and their eventual waves. He tried to imagine his small planet among those stars he could see. But there was still something that bothered his heart. "Bigger picture made of small p

Mis recuerdos se reducen a un oscuro pasillo con dos lucecitas: una de ellas, al fondo, procedente de una puerta abierta con una solitaria bombilla que cuelga del techo. La otra lucecita está más cerca de la entrada y proviene de una puerta cerrada con cristales rugosos, como con escamitas, sucias e irregulares. Si te acercabas un poco, veías figuras cambiates como en un test de Rorschach, solo que nunca eran sólo blancas y negras, sino amarillentas y parduzcas. Ambas puertas se encontraban en la parte derecha del pasillo. El olor viene después. No es desagradable, pero inunda el corredor. Es como un olor a

Disclaimer: I do not own COD: Modern Warfare 2 or any of their Task Force 141 characters, they belong to Infinity Ward. I just took them for a while to practice my writing skills. Expect some little sense in the dream part... It's a dream and I tried to keep it sensible, but, you know, dreams are not made that way. I myself had to learn to sleep in intervals and learnt to have quicknaps while working along with the Army. I'm trying to be as accurate I can, but since I haven't got the game anymore I just can remember parts of it and for the more technical bits, I made some online research. So if you see something OOC, please tell me. Otherwis

What Dean knows- by negativefeeling Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters here portrayed. They belong to CW and Eric Kripke. This is just a fan fiction to practice my writing skills. Sammy dreams. Dean is awake, lying on the bed next to his brother. It's been so long since they had a quiet night. Most of the times is either because himself or his younger brother have nightmares and shake in their sleep. The other wakes the troubled one up and checks if he's alright, and then both go back to sleep, once the fear has faded away. Tonight it seems that everything's got back to normal. For once. Dean doesn't want to move. He

Estimado Sr Velasco, No creo que mi nombre importe mucho, ya que soy como otros que se sintieron alguna vez maravillados por sus libros. Sin embargo, me gustaría ponerle una introducción personal para que sepa cómo le conocí: El otro día me encontré en la librería de casa de mis padres (ya hace tiempo que dejé la casa familiar) un libro viejo con las pastas despegadas de las hojas, y en cuanto vi la portada lo recordé: Este libro me había tenido en vilo durante varias noches mientras intentaba desvelar el misterio de un secuestro. Recuerdo que mis padres me compraron est