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Weighed
Average (?): (8/10) |
Average
Rating: (9.5/10) |
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Reviewer:
JimmyJump
(Edit) |
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Jun 25, 2010 |
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Ariel's mind is a swamp. Not the dangerous, smelly kind, but the sort that contains big pockets of imagination gas; pushed to the surface those pockets break free as large, transparant bubbles, gently floating on the frothy slopes of Ariel's brainwaves. The sparks of Ariel's thoughts paint translucent rainbows on the sides of the bubbles, and when you look closely, you can see Ariel gliding along those rainbows --grasping and plucking at pieces of thoughts, embers of imaginings-- cheerfully flapping her Elfin wings while squealing in high-pitched delight because of the tumble in her tummy as she rushes along those colorfull edges... "Mistress Morphea" is one of those fragile bubbles which conveniently bursted its contents all over an A4 sheet of paper. JJ (10/10)
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Reviewer:
Dryhill
(Edit) |
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Jun 23, 2010 |
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i am quite annoyed about this story, why can i not get such nice dreams? Great story, well written with just a little touch of mystery about what is going on. (9/10)
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