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The Oxonian Review Short Story Competition, 2011

November 8, 2011

Submission Deadline: November 11th 2011

Prize: A book! (and some good networking opportunities!)

What you need to do:

[Taken from the Oxonian Website...]
Entries should be emailed to oxonianwriters[at]gmail[dot]com, with “Short Story Competition Entry” clearly marked in the subject line.

Competition Rules

The competition is open to anyone. Entrants are not required to hold any affiliation to the University of Oxford.

Entries must be in English.

Entries must be the author’s own work entirely.

Entrants may submit no more than two stories.

Entries must be page-numbered and include a word count.

Entries should not exceed 2,000 words.

Each entry must be a complete story.

Entrants must not include their name in the document they wish to be considered. Judges will consider anonymous entries only.

http://www.oxonianreview.org/wp/oxonian-review-short-story-competition/

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Snow, piano and the habits of birds.

March 10, 2010

It snowed. In Barcelona.

I move here to escape the bloody cold and this is what I get:

I’ve not been posting much because I’ve been really busy studying Spanish – it’s tough but the pay off is good. I was amazed to understand a bit of the lyrics to Caldestino by Manu Chao – This song is looping like crazy in my brain right now … On the bus, on the train, on foot, by the ocean, by the mountains, in the sunshine and under the mimosa trees. I’m wandering and I’m lost and in fact I have no idea what I’m doing or how I ended up in Barcelona falling in love with Castilliano.  But here I am.

Wish I had this album :) Video is shite but the song is really, really good.

Also been listening to this. A lot.

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Odd and Even

February 27, 2010

Sabina is my favorite character in The Unbearable Lightness of Being … I feel/worry/hope I may be living out her story as I move from city to city, country to country,  life to life. I think a lot of us women – the ones who move around, are unlovable(unlivable), frustrated, artistic and  curious are bound to her fate. Quietly noting the lack of insight of our lover has as he fails to see the irony of our tipped bowler hat. Bowler hats always mean more. In equal measures knowing my life is playing out like this makes me smile and deepens the sense of loneliness I feel momentarily as I get ready to board the next airplane, take a solo seat in a coffee shop where everyone turns to stare, in lecture theatres, in my published writing.

The quite in question starts at “Betrayal”…

If I had to narrow down what this blog is about, I would have to say it’s about inhabiting the life that so many young women, so many of my friends, are now living. Breaking ranks, quietly betraying home for a lonely but wholly satisfying life.

I don’t know. Barcelona is still amazing, back at Uni today to buy books and study Spanish under the same orange trees. Tomorrow is sightseeing with my host family and then a squat gig in the evening.

Love

Mizi xo

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I accidentaly moved to Barcelona…

February 26, 2010

Bear with me…

I’m writing, just doing so with a pen and a Cafe Solo under the branches of the Orange Trees outside the Cathedral Gothic… Untill then …

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Walking, again.

January 24, 2010

I went for a walk, from my house out across the fields and back again. Past all the snow melt and confused looking cows standing on the edges of the huge puddles, the ones  that are now spread out over the low-lying water meadows.

I found this wooden palette next to the allotments that  lie on the other side of the new ring road. They were full of brussels sprouts and winter peas and hard compacted mounds of earth protecting some kind of other root crop deep inside. I would love an allotment, the waiting list for a piece of land is now about 15 years! Can  you believe it?

 

Where I live is so flat. It could not be more different from Hiroshima, which is ringed by mountains and  spills out onto the ocean. I really love mountains – I am missing them.

 The path I took goes through Witches Wood and across Troll Bridge. My Dad and I named these when I was little and we used to ride our bikes along the pathway. When we took my nephews to Troll bridge, Dad pretended the troll had gotten his leg and it was pulling him down. They ran screeeeeeeeeeeaming across the fields!

 

Love

Mizi xo

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Happy Birthday to me

January 20, 2010

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Snow, positivity and CAKE!

January 14, 2010

So, my nose stud fell out and I, like the child I am, had a mega strop. I sat on the edge of my bath and cried and cried because the whole sky was falling down – my nose had broken (clearly.) My acne is of course irreparably awful, India is postponed until next year and I am clearly a terrible mess of a person destined to live in Thame forever.
So, to cheer myself up – I made cakes, took photographs and generally had a wonderful time covered in icing sugar, soy cream and listening to beautiful music.

Tday I re-pierced my nose and have begun to get myself organised. Photography, writing, drawing, reading – It feels a little directionless which is killing me (I like direction, or an excuse to be directionless, such as living in Japan! That was a bloody good reason to be directionless!)

So, floating on a sea of notknowingwhereI’mgoingness I made an egg and milk free cake and spent half the morning photographing the lovely thing.

It was yum.

Taking pictures, baking, drawing. It’s a pretty sweet life and I’m really, really enjoying it. I keep wanting to peer around the corner to see what is  coming next but right now, It feels right to be patient (and positive).

Love

Mizi

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