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Arwen Aungle

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Aloka

Weekly Contest #340

(This is my imagination about the early life of a real dog, Aloka the Peace dog. Who was found in India by a group of Buddhist monks doing a walk for peace.) Aloka. That is my name now. I never had a name at first. I was just another street puppy in India. My mother was all about finding the best food scraps from rubbish and sometimes from friendly people. She would leave us for a while, hidden under a pile of tyres. Or underneath a car. And she went boldly searching for our food. Sometimes beggars were given food that we should have had. So...

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1213

Weekly Contest #336

The street number of my apartment. France versus England in medieval times. Apparently, the Fifth Crusade began then. I googled it and read a bit but then became overwhelmed by the information that followed. I always thought that the Catholic church had always had Communion, but apparently there was a massive “council” meeting in 1215AD Rome about the issue of transubstantiation with many abbots, bishops and archbishops. Almost 1000 abbots attended. The total number of attendees was 1383. Imagine it! Where did they stay for the duration of t...

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The Lady Guest

The great hall of the castle was quiet even though it was full. So as not to be unholy on this eve of the birth of the Most Holy, Jesus Christ, the Lord and Savior. The guests moved with subdued solemnity between the rows of long yellow beeswax candles on golden stands; the walls adorned with evergreen holly garlands. The flickering candlelight and the massive fireplaces along the stone walls created a warm and festive atmosphere. There was an implicit dress code of simplicity, as it were. The ladies in their full-length golden kirtles dyed ...

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Bill

Weekly Contest #277

This contains violence, sexual abuse and alcoholism.Bill wanted to be a Bill more than anything. Except his name wasn't actually Bill. He joined the Society of Bill's under false pretences. Bill was actually named Bhandanattaram by his mother when he was born. Bill desperately needed his name to be Bill. He believed that by being Bill, instead of being Bhandanattaram, he would somehow succeed at everything in life. He lived with this hope burning inside. His eyes shone with the fervour of it. The light didn't know him either. The light that ...

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When it Rains, It Pours

Weekly Contest #267

When would the rain ever stop? It seemed to have rained for weeks on end. The water was needed in other places, you know. Why did it happen like this? That those in need of water hardly got any and those who only dwelled in their homes, cars, shops and workplaces always got too much of it. There should be some kind of reckoning in the people to shift to the places without much rain when they didn’t need it as much. And then the people who did need the rain for their animals and food crops could collect the surplus and store it away for when ...

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Heatwaves

She could see the heatwaves shimmering over the surface of the road. Why did she choose to travel here? Of all places. Everything was messed up, even though she tried her best to fix it. Her rental car had broken down in the middle of the desert. She was used to travelling solo, but she had been sorely tested during the weeks she spent in the heart of Australia. She had to drive on the left-hand side of the road, which she wasn’t used to. She expected to see more people around, but the heatwave was really intense, even for the locals with si...

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A stitch in time

A stitch in time, saves nine.  That’s what I told her when she complained about the new clothing being tatty looking. She didn’t laugh. She looked childishly annoyed. Everyone poked fun at her. All the time. Why was she the object of their attention? She cradled herself and rocked on the floor. Fluffy bunny (her favourite toy) had been lost in the confusion of the visitors. They were the ones wearing the awful new clothing! At the age of fifteen, she was holding onto childhood by the skin of her teeth. She didn’t even have a boyfriend. ...

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