Tag: hotel
member name: Haim Kadman
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February 22, 2008 01:55 AM EST --
I've read the Rev. Brad second love letter with his witty remarks, and enjoyed his humor and wise conclusions. I've been courted too by that envoy of some greedy men (or was it her tween?). . . .
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March 12, 2009 03:11 PM EDT --
It’s him again… Paul realized disappointed, as he watched the small middle aged man approaching him, pushing his way through the crowd on the train platform. The way in which this operator of his . . .
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July 03, 2009 10:18 AM EDT --
Something must have happened, it can't be a question of disobedience, I know them too well… Then why in the prophet's sacred name didn't they show up? Karim didn't expect them to be . . .
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January 03, 2008 11:08 AM EST --
'The Death Sciences'- an excerpt
So close to the border am I, right under their watching eyes ? and yet I'm free! Samir thought quite satisfied. It was a strange feeling no doubt. After . . .
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October 09, 2008 01:58 PM EDT --
She could have called room service~
but she preferred to visit the restaurant
at this late hour;~
to teach those provincials
how to behave,~
make them sweat round her table.
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July 06, 2009 12:30 PM EDT --
Aviva recovered a bit taking a long breath of air into her lungs and wiped the tears off her cheeks.
‘Good God how it frightens me Erellinka, how it frightens me; what about the offices . . .
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May 13, 2009 12:42 PM EDT --
But this morning Erella woke up rather early unexpectedly, contrary to her habitual time of waking up. Strange rustles sneaked into her dreams, doors were slammed in the corridors far from . . .
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April 23, 2008 09:52 AM EDT --
'I don't know where we're bound yet,' he remarked smiling at her, getting over his feelings of disappointment rather fast. She was still there, beside him after all and he could sneak . . .
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June 24, 2008 11:44 AM EDT --
Here is one more excerpt of my best novel in my humble opinion of course, though it deals with a most delicate issue, without bias, putting straight down the hard facts - it had just one . . .
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November 12, 2007 04:35 AM EST --
‘Recuerdos’ an excerpt
In other circumstance, in close range it would have been a stupid mistake, but they may conlude from that far range that I’m impressed by those rare sights. . . .
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August 16, 2008 09:48 AM EDT --
‘It’s quite interesting that the one she didn’t fire was her rival, she fired all the others and left her…’ Ruvke noted on their way to their parked car.
‘Do you mean Smadar, as far as I know it . . .
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August 28, 2008 04:39 PM EDT --
As Karim and Samir reached the table, the two men stopped eating and raised their heads, to have a look at him – to check the brand new merchandise, which was sent to them across the channel. . . .
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November 09, 2007 01:56 PM EST --
an excerpt of a rather long short story 'Recuerdos'
Near the hotel entrance just before crossing its threshold, Sam with his back to the reception counter, swerved from side to . . .
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December 08, 2007 08:29 AM EST --
Summer tempest – an excerpt
Having completed packing her personal effects, Erella descended to the hotel’s restaurant for a light late breakfast, and a cup or two of black . . .
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August 28, 2008 03:39 PM EDT --
Those busy bodies~
~would tell anyone,
who would cup his ear,~
what big patriots they are
~over a dish of shrimps,
. . .
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March 28, 2008 06:36 AM EDT --
After two days of relaxation in the Ethiopian capital, a rather short briefing (they'd their reasons no doubt). Thus we had enough time to meet several good friends of ours. We had a great delegation . . .
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September 18, 2007 11:50 AM EDT --
The Death Sciences – an excerpt
Time elapsed quickly, some twenty minutes passed when Samir left at last the Rits-Carlton’s lobby, through its main entrance. On the pavement beside that huge . . .
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August 03, 2007 05:55 AM EDT --
I’m spending long hours in my studio lately, although those long hours haven’t proved to be fruitful. Most of the time I’m seating next to my easle buried in my thoughts, while . . .
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