Showing posts with label Fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fiction. Show all posts

Mar 3, 2009

George Orwell - 1984 (ebook)

It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him.

The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall.

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Chronicles of Narnia (ebook)

This is a story about something that happened long ago when your grandfather was a
child. It is a very important story because it shows how all the comings and goings
between our own world and the land of Narnia first began.

In those days Mr Sherlock Holmes was still living in Baker Street and the Bastables were
looking for treasure in the Lewisham Road. In those days, if you were a boy you had to
wear a stiff Eton collar every day, and schools were usually nastier than now. But meals
were nicer; and as for sweets, I won't tell you how cheap and good they were, because it
would only make your mouth water in vain. And in those days there lived in London a
girl called Polly Plummer.

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Stephne King - Skeleton Crew (ebook)

This is what happened. On the night that the worst heat wave in northernNew Englandhistory finally broke-the night of July19-the entire westernMaineregion was lashed with the most vicious thunderstorms I have ever seen.

We lived onLongLake, and we saw the first of the storms beating its way across the water toward us just before dark. For an hour before, the air had been utterly still. The American flag that my father put up on our boathouse in 1936 lay limp against its pole.

Not even its hem fluttered. The heat was like a solid thing, and it seemed as deep as sullen quarry-water. That afternoon the three of us had gone swimming, but the water was no relief unless you went out deep. Neither Steffy nor I wanted to go deep becauseBillycouldn't. Billy is five.

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Stephen king - Salems lot (ebook)

Old friend, what are you looking for? After those many years abroad you come with images you tended Under foreign skies Far away from your own land George Seferis 1 Almost everyone thought the man and the boy were father and son. They crossed the country on a rambling southwest line in an old Citroën sedan, keeping mostly to secondary roads, traveling in fits and starts. They stopped in three places along the way before reaching their final destination: first in Rhode Island, where the tall man with the black hair worked in a textile mill; then in Youngstown, Ohio, where he worked for three months on a tractor assembly line; and finally in a small California town near the Mexican border, where he pumped gas and worked at repairing small foreign cars with an amount of success that was, to him, surprising and gratifying.

Wherever they stopped, he got a Maine newspaper called the Portland Press-Herald and watched it for items concerning a small southern Maine town named Jerusalem's Lot and the surrounding area. There were such items from time to time.

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Stephen king - Riding the bullet (ebook)

I've never told anyone this story, and never thought I would-not because I was afraid of being disbelieved, exactly, but because I was ashamed . . . and because it was mine. I've always felt that telling it would cheapen both me and the story itself, make it smaller and more mundane, no more than a camp counselor's ghost story told before lights-out. I think I was also afraid that if I told it, heard it with my own ears, I might start to disbelieve it myself. But since my mother died I haven't been able to sleep very well.

I doze off and then snap back again, wide awake and shivering. Leaving the bedside lamp on helps, but not as much as you might think. There are so many more shadows at night, have you ever noticed that? Even with a light on there are so many shadows. The long ones could be the shadows of anything, you think. Anything at all.

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