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چهارشنبه 24 دی‌ماه سال 1399 18:20
Hey... old Friends... is anyone out there?
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چهارشنبه 4 بهمن‌ماه سال 1396 19:34
دنیای عجیب واروونه...
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تظاهر
شنبه 7 فروردین‌ماه سال 1395 12:54
بر میخیزم از سکوت شبانگاه به صبحدم رسیده هجوم شعر خورشید بر سبزه زار میتازد ولی... بدون تو... شعر من فقط یک تظاهر است!!! (An old poem)
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تا رهایی
سه‌شنبه 11 شهریور‌ماه سال 1393 09:54
شاید باید سکوتی خموشی دردی فراقی شبی تاریکی اهریمنی دیوی مرگی پایانی شاید باید تا رهایی
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What makes writers?
شنبه 2 شهریور‌ماه سال 1392 21:20
What makes a writer? Story? Life? Need of money? The truth is a writer is always alone... We are more emotional than any people around us and everything hurts more than what it hurts other... But what we do, we do it all to share our loneliness... To get Audiences' attention, to be read... A service, done for nothing...
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A scary story, part one, The Carnage
یکشنبه 13 اسفند‌ماه سال 1391 09:55
The rush of Adrenalin… His back was cold… his whole body was becoming cold... He could feel the fright in his veins… The boy was scared. He had heard it. It was in the darkness. He didn’t know what it was, or how big it was… but he knew it was there… standing in the darkness, looking at him with its eyes… it had first...
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I am, Are you?
یکشنبه 13 اسفند‌ماه سال 1391 09:54
I am a queen I am a king I am a prince I am a princess I am an angel I am the god I am what you never could be And yet I am no one to be No one to count of No one to think of I am a human Among seven billion more Are you?
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A very old short story, for a very old friend and BROTHER
دوشنبه 8 آبان‌ماه سال 1391 09:42
"Bang…" Bang… It was the last sound I heard! Bang. But was it the big bang's sound? What bang was it? Bang and everything went black. I woke up in the street. It was still dark. I don’t know how much I had slept, but wait… I don’t have a bed! Why am I on air? I was floating on air. I turned around. There was...
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پیرمرد من
دوشنبه 10 مرداد‌ماه سال 1390 09:09
تقدیم به همه ی پدرهای دنیا قبل از شروع این داستان،دلم میخواد یک خاطره واستون تعریف کنم. یک خاطره از یک سوال تو یک کلاس. سوال این بود: "شما اگر بتونید، روزی چند ساعت با پدرتون صحبت می کنید؟" هر کس تو جواب این سوال یه چیزی گفت!یکی گفت یک ربع. یکی گفت بیست دقیقه و من هم به دروغ گفتم نیم ساعت. اما چیزی که باعث...
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Snowman
دوشنبه 10 مرداد‌ماه سال 1390 09:01
I was a snowman Made of two children’s love Who lived under the snow for a day and a half Before the sun melt him down When one sixth of my time passed I learnt how to read And I read about children’s love When two sixth of my life passed I became a man For I had been with my first snow-woman I was a child when half...
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“What is death?” asked the little angel
چهارشنبه 19 آبان‌ماه سال 1389 11:57
“What is death?” asked the little angel “What’s death?” He asked the question I said: It’s not living anymore He asked: “What is living?” I said its adoration He asked: “what is adoration?” I said: Without adoration, it means death And then he asked me again “What is death?” But I had no answer for the little angel...
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Sadness
یکشنبه 28 شهریور‌ماه سال 1389 10:31
Sicker than death Heavier than burial place As dead as carcass As grey as darkness, My sadness burden is on my reverse
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Tomorrow
یکشنبه 3 مرداد‌ماه سال 1389 11:21
Tomorrow Silence of midnight was all I could hear. Sitting on the station, I was the only person not home at that hour. Even the animals had left the roads and were in their nests. But me, I was still sitting in the dark station. For an old man of 77 it is so hard to sit somewhere in the darkness for a car to pass by...
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به تو
شنبه 4 اردیبهشت‌ماه سال 1389 01:41
به تو می اندیشم هنوز بوییدمت بوسیدمت بعد فهمیدم که نبودی !!! من به تو اندیشیدم به تو “ توهمی از بودن ” و تو آمدی و چه ساده گفتی " تو توهمی نه من " میلاد کامکار
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Who calls death?
شنبه 28 فروردین‌ماه سال 1389 22:41
I call… Pass… Threw… And then all my money was gone. I came out of the casino and thought for a moment. I felt nothing. I had nothing to deal with now and so I had no feeling. Like you know, the feeling starts at the moment when you want to have something and now that I had lost all my things I had no feeling. I was...
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ما
جمعه 25 دی‌ماه سال 1388 01:30
"ما" یکی از اون بالا پرتش کرد و اون هم غلت خورد و غلت خورد و غلت خورد... هنوز نریسیده به زمین همه به سمتش حمله ور شدن. اول سفیده که از همه بهش نزدیک تر بود چنان دویید سمت جایی که پیش بینی می کرد می افته که قبل از رسیدنش به زمین زیرش منتظر خوردنش بود. قهوه ای با یه حمله به سفید، سفید رو پرتش کرد اون طرف. اما...
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Relativity
شنبه 28 آذر‌ماه سال 1388 10:24
Relativity Once it was the idea of relativity That the hardest moment will pass the longest Now it passes million years of my funeral And I’m still dying
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و من آرام میخزم
پنج‌شنبه 12 آذر‌ماه سال 1388 09:00
"و من آرام میخزم" و من آرام می خزم، برگ ها به آرامی فرو می افتند و روز ها هر لحظه کوتاه تر می شوند آسمان لطافتش را به خاکستری ابرها می دهد و دیلم سخت باران بر سنگ قبر شادی می تراشد می خراشد و در هم می شکند سکوت تابستانی مرا من اما هم چنان می خزم و می تنم می تنم و می تنم به امید بهاری که همچون رویایی دور در...
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برف ها
پنج‌شنبه 7 آبان‌ماه سال 1388 10:38
برف ها مستانه ببارید برف ها... مستانه ببارید بر غم و اندوه تن من بر سر این کاشانه ببارید برف ها... برف ها پای بکوبید بر تن بی جان من آرام بکوبید بر غم خسته ی این تنها آرام و شادمانه برقصید بر تن بی جان من آرام بکوبید برف ها,آرام ببارید... میلاد کامکار(سانتا)
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The Last Dream
دوشنبه 23 شهریور‌ماه سال 1388 22:07
In the name of god The Last Dream Once upon a time there was a daydreamer boy. Except this feature of him, he was just like all other boys of his age. He had so many ideas and dreams and loved to write books and short stories out of his ideas. You know, he once told me that his source of books were his dreams, but the...
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The Question
دوشنبه 2 شهریور‌ماه سال 1388 22:23
World is a question for life The answer is hidden inside YOU And you don't want to find it Because the moment you find it Is your death time Life is a question for you The answer is inside you And you don’t want to find it Because if you find it You shall understand that life is inside you- And YOU are not inside life...
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سه شب
یکشنبه 18 مرداد‌ماه سال 1388 18:11
شب اول از دست آدمها خستم. وسط فیلمی که همه دارن بهش می خندن پا میشم و میام بیرون. میام تو اتاقم ‚ پنجره رو باز می کنم و به درخت چنار تنهای باغمون خیره می شم. دلم گرفتست. نمیدونم چند ساعت گذشته ‚ اما دیگه دلم داره می ترکه. می رم سمت در اتاق. در رو باز می کنم و از پله هامی رم پایین. اما کسی تو هال نیست. تنهای تنهام. شب...
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Hatred
شنبه 10 مرداد‌ماه سال 1388 11:11
Hatred Driving down the valley, I felt dizzy. I was driving the whole day and now it was 10P.M. I drove another 30 minutes till… Shall I stop? It's already 10.30 and there won't be cars passing in this road till morning to give him ride. I stopped the car and signaled him to come in. Neither I said a word nor did he....
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“As easy as it is going to be”
چهارشنبه 17 تیر‌ماه سال 1388 12:50
“As easy as it is going to be” “Will you do me a favor?” Asked the husband. “Sure honey, what is that?”Asked the wife. “Will you bring me a glass of water?”Said the husband. “Oh, sure honey, in a jiffy.” Said the wife and went toward door. “Ummm…, it’s better to make him some lemonade; he’d love that more than simple...
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پیر مرد
چهارشنبه 16 اردیبهشت‌ماه سال 1388 11:05
پیر مرد در خونه کاهگلیش رو باز کرد.دستاش رو دید که رو دستگیره فشار می آوردن. دستایی که یه روزی لطافت غنچه های گل سرخ رو داشتن اما حالا زمخت پینه بسته با کلی چین و چروک. پاشو گذاشت توی کوچه. روی اولین پله ی گلی. کل کوچه رو برف باکره پوشونده بود. پوتینای گرمش پاهای پیرش رو حسابی گرم کرده بودن.شال سرمه ایش رو کشید جلوی...
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Umbrella
سه‌شنبه 8 اردیبهشت‌ماه سال 1388 11:06
“Umbrella” Her father had bought the umbrella recently. It was a beautiful, trendy red umbrella. She was so happy and proud of it and loved it that much that if you had asked, I would say in those moments her umbrella was the most important thing in her little world. It was pouring cats and dogs, but because of the...
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Lonesome Camel
شنبه 24 اسفند‌ماه سال 1387 10:10
The lonesome camel There was a need of being alone in me. And the most wanted place was a desert. To feel its hot, hot weather. To let its wind dance its sands under my feet, to not to feel hungry or thirsty, to not to need somebody. But the need was to be alone in the shape of an animal. And me, I was a camel, a...
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Sins
یکشنبه 1 دی‌ماه سال 1387 08:41
“Sins” It was exactly midnight when I heard its first frightening yowl. I was scared to the death. All the neighbors’ dogs had started to bark as it ululateed its first yowl. The fright’s arrow cut my bone and I felt the cold fire of hell on me. Its frightening sound cut my flesh and the only shelter I had to go was...
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Short Stories
یکشنبه 19 آبان‌ماه سال 1387 08:42
Suavity The dad donkey would always tell his son: “your grand father was a suave donkey” Once his son asked: “dad, how was my grand father that you say he was suave?” The dad donkey thought for a second and said: “what do suave persons do? Tell me some of their characteristics.” He said: “they would read so many...
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Literature - Short Story 2
سه‌شنبه 7 آبان‌ماه سال 1387 09:51
زندگی من تازه از خواب بیدار شده بودم. چند روزی بود که اصلاح نکرده بودم. گرسنم بود. چهار روز بود که همونطوری رو تختم خوابیده بودم. نمی دونم به چی فکر میکردم یا اصلا فکر میکردم یا نه! چشام سیاهی میرفتن ‚ اما از گشنگی نبود‚ از فکرایی بود که کرده بودم‚ اما اصلا نمیدونستم به چی فکر میکردم. گیج گیج بودم. اصلا حواسم نبود...