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Toby Ireland

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Bodhicitta's dream

Weekly Contest #360

When Abishek woke up there was still the taste of cherry Vișinată in his mouth. Hundreds of bird species sang happily from the sighing ferns, disturbed only by the buzzing of an insect inside the tent. He strained to check his solar watch, blurry eyed to see it was still only 4am. And yet, his legs were already being cooked in the feather weight sleeping bag like a portable sauna. It had been a hot, but comfortable night among the mountains and under the influence of the cherry vodka. And for a while, alone, he had left the others by the fir...

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Eric Cantona

Weekly Contest #322

Note: This story is meant as a fictional depiction of one man's perspective, regardless of their height or size and is not meant as derogatory or discriminatory in any way, rather more as a celebration of a human life and what it means to be a human and part of human society as a whole, for good or bad. The story begins.I am a short guy, I’m no dwarf, but am short enough for it to make a difference. Sometimes I see a ‘real’ dwarf walking down the busy main high street in the city downtown, carrying a sleeping bag and I wonder ‘where do you g...

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The wolves way

Part 1It was five days ago that three colleagues, Simon, Simon’s wife Jayne and John were sat surrounded by the dahlias and rhododendrons around the garden table as the sun went down somewhere in the Cotwolds.‘Dracula is dead; let’s get one thing straight about that. So there’s nothing to be worry about entering the castle. But the only thing is with the introduction of restrictions on the territory by Romanian government, we’ll have to walk there.’’We don’t have accreditation.’’We are able to enter the vicinity with visas under the protecti...

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The Santiago De Camino and the Costa Del Morte

Weekly Contest #310

A person who is authentic does not need silicone or the most expensive clothes, or the lip injections or the four by four KGM the size of a small coach. What set her apart was her big feet and thin ballet like posture. Just like Audrey, she loved clothes, but desired Audrey's aristocratic air and delicate voice. Jana herself always kept a cigarette holder in her handbag, even though (unlike Audrey) she didn't smoke. She chose dresses that she liked, usually vintage, and didn't need to 'fit in' with current fashion trends. Somehow, she made i...

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Lost and found in a world of opportunity and regret

Weekly Contest #307

The wind whipped up long Welsh grass on ground about five hundred meters high, and hissed vipers among wind chime leaves of thick oaks and sycamores three miles from Knighton on the ancient Offa’s Dyke path (welsh: Cladd Offa) towards Shropshire, following the Clun river to Bishop’s castle and Montgomery. The path which was forged in the 8th century during the reign of the Saxon King Offa roughly follows the border between England and Wales, although some say it is the ‘actual’ border. Who was Offa? Why did he order the structure, which the ...

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The Black Mountain

Weekly Contest #301

The invisible fingers of the cool morning breeze played the leafy trees as a lonely traveler moved through long grass coated with heavy dew. The sky was overcast, although occasional burst of sun provided a pleasant relief from the cold and wet. It all began so well for James. He actually loved these overcast misty summer mornings, adding a certain mystery to countryside and with the hope of hot sun later on. His boots were a problem though. His attempts to keep dry his well worn boots were wasted by his morning expedition through these...

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The beast of Landrinio

The sun scolded down on anything in its reach, any human, beast or insect and the glistening on-flowing river, eastwards, shimmered by like a mirage. Suddenly through the haze of the desert like temperature, burst the gargantuan frame of a beast that was both angry and well muscled in every department. In fact, the thing was horned and fiery eyes blazed red. It stopped its mad rush into the middle of the field and slowly turned its head towards me, curious. I cautiously watched the movements of the beast, its pointy sword like tusks at least...

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Shadows of a ghost

Weekly Contest #55

We found ourselves in the Romanian - Slovakian town of Alesd in the region of Bihor in the Eastern part of Romania. 200 years after the Otommon empire killed off Romanian men, there were meadows and fields, so in 1821 when the empire had significantly weakened, they called on Slovakians and Chech people to come and work and live there in the country. So during the Austro - Hungarian empire, coming to Romania meant a much better life as everything was there for them.The rain had held off so far, on this warm, but grey Sunday morning in the mo...

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Building sand castles for charity

Weekly Contest #54

‘No regrets’ spouted the words from the TV box as an advert about chocolate completed its 30 second cycle.'Again'. Ono sighed. He was sat on a small cushion meditating in the morning sun on the small terrace, when weirdly the TV had turned on by itself. New technology? He tried to ignore it as he focused on his meditation from the third floor apartment, while overlooking a grey solemn London in the year 2049.It was something about the words 'no regrets' that sent a shiver down his spine, a memory, perhaps and thought of regrets of how his li...

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Summer time blues

Eight year old Sera was what you would call a bit of a firey character, but definitely began the day with a shaky start. In fact, it was going to be one roller coaster of a day for little Romanian Sera. First, as soon as she was introduced to the adults who had arrived at the garden party, she uncharacteristically bent her head shyly towards the ground and then had even let the blue ice popsicle she held in her hand, melt in the hot mid afternoon sun. When everyone said hello she mumbled soft greetings in her native Romanian, 'Buna Ziua'...

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