Roald Dahl
Posted on October 19, 2007. Filed under: Gothic, Murder, Roald Dahl, Short Stories, Thriller |
by ROALD DAHL
The room was warm and clean, the curtains drawn, the two table lamps alight-hers and the one by the empty chair opposite. On the sideboard behind her, two tall glasses, soda water, whiskey. Fresh ice cubes in the Thermos bucket.
Mary Maloney was waiting for her husband to come him from work.
Now and again [...]
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Posted on October 18, 2007. Filed under: Murder, Roald Dahl, Short Stories, Thriller |
by ROALD DAHLThe room was warm and clean, the curtains drawn, the two table lamps alight-hers and the one by the empty chair opposite. On the sideboard behind her, two tall glasses, soda water, whiskey. Fresh ice cubes in the Thermos bucket.
Mary Maloney was waiting for her husband to come him from work.
Now and again [...]
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Posted on October 12, 2007. Filed under: Roald Dahl |
by ROALD DAHL
It was getting on toward six o’clock so I thought I’d buy myself a beer and go out and sit in a deck chair by the swimming pool and have a little evening sun.
I went to the bar and got the beer and carried it outside and wandered down the garden toward the [...]
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Posted on July 19, 2007. Filed under: Roald Dahl, Short Stories |
by Roald Dahl (1916-1990)
Word Count: 5072
DOWN below there was only a vast white undulating sea of cloud. Above there was the sun, and the sun was white like the clouds, because it is never yellow when one looks at it from high in the air.
He was still flying the Spitfire. His right hand was on [...]
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