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The mysterious fairy foresters was a name that was whispered among the kids in my elementary school. It regarded a group of kids who’d grown close after a specific summer camp eight years ago. I grew up in a small town, nestled between a giant, sprawling forest. In many a ...

Part 5 Day six began with an encounter with a familiar face. It was the old man I’d met on day two. Today, he wasted no time and sat down in front of me right away. “Guess you’re still on here,” he said. “Same as you. Guess we both enjoy ...

Part 4 The morning of day five started fantastic right off the bat. I was hungover; the tram was overcrowded, and the collective noise of all the passengers cut through my head like a searing knife. Eventually, I just didn’t care anymore. I pulled out bottle number two and decided ...

Part 3 With the sun up, I tried my best to get comfortable and catch some sleep, but before long, the first people on their way to work entered the tram. In frustration, I set out for another toilet break before things got too crowded, and also to change my ...

Part 2 After last night’s encounter with the group of thugs, I was quite shaken. I’d prepared myself for angry glances and insults, but not the prospect of being beaten to a pulp. Still, I continued on, not knowing what day three would hold in store for me... I still ...

Part 1 After sitting on a tram for over twenty-four hours, I realized just how beautiful my city truly is. It’s breathtaking, full of old architecture, nice little parks, and a riverside panorama few other cities can compare to. That morning, I actually took my first toilet break. I don’t ...

I came up with the idea for the Long Ride a few days ago. My friends and I got together on Friday evening to share stories and have a few beers. Before long, I ended up completely plastered. As I sat there, trying my best not to fall off my ...

Many people would agree that getting lost at a trade fair is easy, especially if you’ve got a terrible sense of direction. The day I got lost was entirely different. I was working. Theoretically. My colleague Frank and I were sent to represent our food company at one of the ...

What do you do with a room full of old, musty suitcases? This question came to my mind after I’d had a look through my late uncle’s estate. He’d recently passed away, and as his only living relative, his home fell to me by default. I knew I wouldn’t find ...

I always loved the flea market in my city. It wasn’t because I needed anything; it was just nice to go there with a friend. We’d have a look around at all the things available, have a beer or two and enjoy the weather. The best time to go was ...