شنبه 21 دی1387
Return to Paradise
She had married James right here on this spot three years ago to the day. Dressed in a simple white shift dress, miniature white roses attempting to tame her long dark curls, Lisa had been happier than she had ever thought possible. James was even less formal but utterly irresistible increased summer trousers and a loose white cotton shirt. His dark hair slightly ruffled and his eyes full of adoration as his looked at his bride to be. The justice of the peace had read their vows as they held hands and laughed at the sheer joy of being young, in love and staying in a five star resort on the Caribbean island of the Dominican Republic. They had seen the years blissfully stretching ahead of them, together forever. They planned their children, two she said, he said four so they compromised on three (two girls and a boy of course); where they would live, the travelling they would do together - it was all certain, so they had thought then.
But that seemed such a long time ago now. A lot can change in just a few years - a lot of heartache can change a person and drive a wedge through the strongest ties, break even the deepest love. Three years to the day and they had returned, though this time not for the beachside marriages the island was famous for but for one of its equally popular quickie divorces.
Lisa let out a sigh that was filled with pain and regret. What could she do but move on, find a new life and new dreams? the old one was beyond repair. How could this beautiful place, with its lush green coastline, eternity of azure blue sea and endless sands be a place for the agony she felt now?
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پنجشنبه 12 دی1387
happy new year
happy new year
for 2009.
i was in a hurry and did not search well for a better pic.
so you add a one to 2008 and change the pig to
what is this years animal
.
waooooooooo
how much do i know about the new year
.!!!!!!!
سه شنبه 3 دی1387
Saturday Shock
Carlos felt something strange. What was wrong?
He woke up late that Saturday, as usual. The street sounds sailed through his window. People were talking loudly. He heard laughter, mothers calling for their children, kids playing, someone yelling. The music blared from the stand at the corner. What was wrong?
In his apartment, everything was silent. He didn’t hear his wife fussing in the kitchen. Rebecca usually made a big breakfast on Saturdays.
He didn’t hear his daughter, Katie, bumping her shoes or fists into Jerry’s door. He didn’t hear his son screaming for her to stop. Even the dog was quiet. What was wrong? No radio. No conversation.
Carlos looked at the clock across the room. Ten o’clock. Something was definitely wrong!
He pulled on his jeans and ran his hands through his hair. He went slowly to the door and listened. Nothing. He opened the door a little and looked around. Nothing. He slid his body through the opening. His heart was pumping. He could feel it pound his chest.
He started toward the kitchen. His feet moved slowly from heel to toe.
“Beca? Jerry? Katie? “ He thought he heard a scuffle in the kitchen. He inched his way through the kitchen opening. He jumped back startled.
“Happy birthday, to you, happy birthday to you!!!” His wife and children were grinning from ear to ear. They let the dog loose. The little terrier jumped into Carlos’ arms.
Sitting in the middle of the kitchen table was a box. The gift wrap was bright red. It had a silver bow on its top. They all looked at it and held their breaths.
Carlos walked to the box and slowly opened it. Inside were the keys to a dirt bike. The bike wasn’t new, but it was his! Everyone had chipped in to buy it. Carlos was speechless.
Soon his friends and other relatives began to drop by. They stood on the sidewalk, smiling, whistling and screaming.
Carlos could not hear them. He could not think, or talk, or even eat. But he could drive. They watched him round the corner. The sound of the motor was sweet music. He had all day to hear it.
by Leecy Wise
