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Weekly Contest #344
It was a noisy evening in a pub; everyone was sitting in small or large groups, celebrating the fact that they had found a moment to see each other. Beside the counter, there was a young man watching some locals with an explicit concern on his face, and tossing a coin in his hand. From time to time, he looked at his watch and a tablet in front of him. He tossed a coin once again. It was beautiful and ancient, made of pure gold, engraved with letters few people could even read, let alone comprehend. Not just a coin, some may call it an artif...
Weekly Contest #284
It was a cold November evening. Rain was showering on the street, creating a constant background noise. People ran from cover to cover, and residents of the building gathered near the window, admiring the incredible scenery outside — except for Karl. Karl spent what seemed like an eternity examining his mug. His favorite mug, the mug he had for several years. Yet there was something strange with it. Using something for a long time, you remember small things about it: little cracks, stains, tiny pieces of something edible that was stuck...
Weekly Contest #186
Edin took a few sips of his beer, closed his eyes, and tried to enjoy the moment. He was a bit loaded with work past weeks and would soon have a "business meeting" at that tavern. Anyway, he had some time for himself. His hobby was strange and seemed more like a reason to start a good fight. He liked observing people. And due to his unique skills, he could do it even with closed eyes. Even then, he knew what people were talking about at the nearest table, their clothes, their attitude, and whether they were glad to see each other. They were,...
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