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Backpacking on Little Money (A Novel)

Backpacking on Little Money (A Novel)

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The backpacking novel to end all backpacking novels!

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  • Cybele's Weensy Odyssey (1st Movement, #4)

    Posted on Wednesday May 16th, 2007 at 22:00

    '. . . So I dragged my tired legs over the rain water rolling down the streets again, and this time sneezed and shivered from the cold. My socks were wet and clung to my feet like soggy leeches. There was a crowd of Greenpeace people protesting in f...

  • Cybele's Weensy Odyssey (1st Movement, #2)

    Posted on Tuesday May 15th, 2007 at 05:06

    '. . . run faster little girl , the old man shouted, run, run after my chinelo . So I hurled myself at the sandal just as the gutter was going to swallow it and out came this HUGE ugly rat with one big red eye and the other eye missing that s...

  • Cybele's Weensy Odyssey (1st Movement, #1)

    Posted on Monday May 14th, 2007 at 15:29

    'I walked a lot,' said Cybele, 'and every now and then I would look at things I could later remember to find my way back, but after one hour of walking and looking at so many things, I mixed them all up, and I realized I was lost, and the rain just k...

  • Cybele's Weensy Odyssey (Small Overture, #2)

    Posted on Sunday May 13th, 2007 at 13:24

    We heard the gate open, then close, then Jelly moved out from under the rain and into the house and collapsed his umbrella. 'Why's you all crowdeds like that, with that look on yer faces?' I told Jelly what Cybele had done. Jelly said, 'You means to...

  • Cybele's Weensy Odyssey (Small Overture, #1)

    Posted on Saturday May 12th, 2007 at 12:29

    I opened the gate and the girl hobbled in. 'I've . . . never walked . . . so much in my life.' 'Baby, where are you hurt?' I said. 'Oh, it's not that bad, it only stings a little. Help me in, I want to rest.' 'But there's blood on your hands.' Inside...

  • Hostel Card Game Scene (Ellipsis Device)

    Posted on Thursday May 10th, 2007 at 22:58

    At 8 PM Cybele wasn't back yet and the rain was worse. From the sitting room I could hear the neighbor's labrador whimper every time a flash of lightning lit the darkened sky. The dog was afraid of the thunder that followed. Tracy had her deck of...

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