Generator Dublin Hostel Novels & Stories

, I didn't understood what she said, I just nodded my head. "Ya came talking about Steff, ya think in ya head, like she's dah only motherfucker that stays here right", she continued. "I am so sorry, it's Stefflon Douglas, she said it's room two hundred and fifteen, like 215", I decided saying it in numeral cause I didn't think she would understand me. "Okay, just keep going straight, turn by your left, you will see a t-junction that separates two hostel, the one by your right is Hostel B...."

I closed my eyes hoping I didn’t get sick on the way over. The hostel consisted of double occupancy in Prague, strangely I was paired with Julie. ‘But aren’t you and Darcie travelling together?’ I asked her puzzled ‘Yeah, I thought they were supposed to keep us together’ she replied ‘Oh it’s fine, I’ll room with Ruth for this time. It's fun to switch things around!’ she said in a high pitch voice. Ruth’s face reddened but she turned to grab the key from Isabella. Julie’s concerned frown matched my own, but we didn’t push the subject

Harvey’s men are confined to the guesthouse, exactly where I ordered them to stay. That leaves the two of us. In my office, the bottle of Jameson Gold Reserve sits on the mahogany table, one-third empty. I’m sunk in the leather armchair, legs stretched out, staring at the map of Dublin projected on the wall as if the red dots marking Lang’s positions could reveal secrets under sufficiently intense observation. This is my city—every street, every alley, every pub where my name opens doors and shuts mouths. The irony corrodes me from the inside.

The exchange speed can only be likened to that of exam cheats exchanging. I looked around to know if I would see Temi and Jenny, or at least, just one of them--not that I would talk to Jenny if I see her. Well, I didn't see any. I found it hard to believe my luck, I had not encountered Osmosis since we arrived. I wasn't even aware of his hostel. There were two gigantic hostels for males: Herbert Maculauy Hostel and Chinua Achebe Hostel. Well, I prayed not to, at least not that morning

I keep moving. I need a place to sleep. A place off the grid. I head for the Old Quarter. The buildings here are crumbling, held together by laundry lines and spite. It is Vitale territory, but it is also the place where people know how to keep their mouths shut. I find a hostel. Pension Rosa. It smells of cabbage and mildew. The woman at the desk doesn't ask for ID. She just holds out a hand for cash. I give her fifty euros. "Room 4," she grunts. "Don't use the hot water. There isn't any."

“Come on. It’s just for the night.” He hesitated, then nodded. “Fine. Let’s go.” The hostel was tucked off the road, nestled between overgrown hedges and a gravel path. It was old wooden beams, chipped paint, and a flickering porch light that buzzed as if it were trying to die. But it was shelter. They stepped inside, the door creaking behind them. The lobby was small and dimly lit, with a dusty couch and a vending machine that looked like it hadn’t worked since the early 2000s. Behind the counter stood a very small man with thick glasses and a serious expression.

he replied and slid the first of the two smaller books in front of me. On the cover was a shamrock with the silhouette of a howling wolf and the words ‘The Howling Shamrock Galway.’ I looked at it and traced my fingers over the embossed lettering. “What is this?” I asked. “It’s a pub, a tourist attraction really,” Alpha Colin replied and slid the second of the smaller books in front of me. The second book was identical except the lettering read ‘The Howling Shamrock Dublin.’ “So you’re saying that we own two tourist attraction pubs and that supported nearly a thousand people?” I asked suspiciously.

Dean and Sean dozed off the moment their plane took off, feeling tired from their busy schedule the whole week. The day before their trip, the two decided to go to Norway and that night Sean already booked a hotel accommodation at Marken Gjestehus in Bergen. Sean used to stay at Marken Gjestehus when he was traveling and he really liked the place so much. It gives a warm cozy atmosphere with the theme of nature. The hostel is locally managed. Homely and a perfect location as it is located in the heart of the city. The rooms have wallpapers in Scandinavian Surface, a provider that uses elements from Norwegian nature. Sean thought that Dean would really like the place; after all it was awarded

German is such a hard language to understand. The cabbie dropped me off in front of the hostel I asked him to take me too. you can see that it is a very old building. It hasn't been painted in years. Most of the paint is starting to fall off of the walls. That is never a good sign. I hope the rooms look better. On the website, it said that it was 5-stars, but I think this is a false advertisement. The name of the hostel is comfort hostel. When I look at the building I can understand why the cabbie looked at me like I lost my mind when I gave him the address.

She knew, she'll be alive once again after this city will accept her. The cab finally reached the hostel and she paid the driver. The old building which had maximum three floors looked full of busy girls. There were several creepers around the building whose branches were covering the most of the structure, making it look green everywhere. There was a small lawn at the front where girls were sitting on the grass. And finally a large metal gate was in front of her which boldly presented the name of place in metal carved figures "Gilmore Girls Hostel". As she stepped closer to the gate, a warning was nailed into the wall, which had something written in red.