The Adventure Of Black Peter دوشنبه بیست و نهم اسفند 1390 21:55

The Adventure Of Black Peter I have never known my friend to be in better form, both mental and physical, than in the year '95. His increasing fame had brought with it an immense practice, and I should be guilty of an indiscretion if I were even to hint at the identity of some of the illustrious clients who crossed our humble threshold in Baker Street. Holmes, .......

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Bank Holiday جمعه بیست و پنجم تیر 1389 13:41

Bank Holiday
A stout man with a pink face wears dingy white flannel trousers, a blue coat with a pink handkerchief showing, and a straw hat much too small for him, perched at the back of his head. He plays the guitar. A little chap in white canvas shoes, his face hidden under a felt hat like a broken wing, breathes into a flute; and a tall thin fellow, with bursting over-ripe button boots, draws ribbons - long, twisted, streaming ribbons - of tune out of a fiddle. They stand, unsmiling, but not serious, in the broad sunlight opposite the fruit-shop; the pink spider of a hand beats the guitar, the little squat hand, with a brass-and-turquoise ring, forces the reluctant flute, and the fiddler's arm tries to saw the fiddle in two.


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Harry's World جمعه بیست و پنجم تیر 1389 13:40

Harry's World

It's best to be here early, especially on Saturdays. Peaceful then. The rising pitch of the kettle is whistle joined with the faint hiss from the little blue camping stove. Twenty years old, that stove, found the receipt in a drawer just the other day - a bargain at four pounds fifty - but it always pays to hang onto the receipts. The first cup of tea is the best, early on. Little chance of any interruptions then. Steam rising from the teapot, fresh ... tell from the smell when it's ready. You can do that with tea....


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The Thing You Want جمعه بیست و پنجم تیر 1389 13:39

 

The Thing You Want
Outside of what was left of Atlanta, they discovered the great brick house, hidden in a thick grove of walnut trees. The grass was so high in the yard around it that the blades had fallen over into brown clumps beneath their own weight....



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Hope And Comfort جمعه بیست و پنجم تیر 1389 13:37

Hope And Comfort
Charley Foley calls into the Mater Misericordia Hospital to visit his wife.
     'How are you feeling?' he asks, sitting at the bedside, close to Dolly who is smiling up at him, her black hair resting against the white pillows.......


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The Archipelago چهارشنبه بیست و سوم تیر 1389 11:33

In the remote southern seas there is a cluster of islands. The weather is fair, the land is fertile and the ocean is rich with fish. Each island is inhabited by a different race of people. Although physically they look alike, you can tell them apart by their styles of dress, their distinctive dialects and even their most casual gestures. A cursory tour of the archipelago reveals that each island has its own unique form of architecture. If there is any.........


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The Star چهارشنبه بیست و سوم تیر 1389 11:31

When the world started to end, you were ashamed of yourself for weeping bitterly in your bedroom for an entire day. You saw the president crying and begging on TV and it sent you into a panic. You lay in bed with the blankets pulled up to your nose, crying, refusing to answer the door when the maid, your manager, your assistant, and finally your parents begged you to come out.........


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Things We Do Not Want To Hear چهارشنبه بیست و سوم تیر 1389 11:27

She turned around on the bed to avoid the light that came from the window. She embraced the cushion she had set aside during her nap and kicked the sheet until releasing her feet from under it.
     "You are awake already." he said, appearing at the door of the bedroom.
     "Almost...." she whispered. She could have slept forever.
     He came in and sat on the edge of the bed. It squeaked.
     "Could you prepare some tea?".............


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My Beloved Edith چهارشنبه بیست و سوم تیر 1389 11:27

Arthur stood at the gates and waited for the man to come. He was early today, keen to get started. He rubbed his hands together to stimulate the circulation and peered through the railings. Finally, the man arrived and unlocked the gate. He pulled at the heavy iron frame and it slowly opened.
     'Mornin' Albert, how are you feelin' today?'..........


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Someone To Care For سه شنبه بیست و دوم تیر 1389 23:4

Someone To Care For

My friend Natalie can't see the point in you. She says that all you do is burp, fart, dribble, grin inanely and emit a series if unintelligible noises. Admittedly she hasn't seen you at your best, but I still think that's a little harsh.......

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