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Weekly Contest #373
Vera gave her father the less burnt toast.“I like mine crunchy.”“That's load-bearing,” he said, examining what she'd kept.Sonya sent a photograph of lecture notes obscured by her thumb. Vera replied with a photograph of her breakfast. They'd been exchanging unhelpful information since they were seven.On her desk, yellow scissors lay beside the fleece she'd cut into bedding for the shelter cats. She brushed a scrap off her bag.Fourth-year lectures lasted until three. Vera helped Sonya with a calculation; Sonya found the mistake in her answer....
REPORT ONE — MASON HALECASE NUMBER: 26-0919-418INCIDENT LOCATION: 46 Larch StreetINTERVIEW: September 20, 2026, 00:36LOCATION: Interview Room 2INTERVIEWING OFFICER: Detective R. WardWITNESS: Mason Hale, age 25Description: Approximately 6 feet 2 inches; thin; unusually pale complexion; straight black hair; dark eyes; pronounced cheekbones and narrow chin. Gray sweatshirt and blue jeans, both clean. Steady eye contact. No visible signs of intoxication, fatigue, or emotional distress.WARD: Tell me about your evening at Anthony's house.HALE: Ant...
Weekly Contest #372
She was glad she could hear people.The compartment had four seats, and three were empty. Her suitcase lay in the overhead rack; her laptop bag occupied the seat opposite. She had taken off her wet coat and hung it beside the window, where it dripped onto the carpet. There was room to put her feet up. She had been awake since five.The storm had flooded the roads out of the city. Two taxi bookings had been cancelled; a third driver had called to say he wasn't going anywhere near the northern bypass. But the trains were running, and someone fro...
He left for work at eight, wearing his coat because it was cold.The bus took twenty minutes, and from the stop he walked past a shop and a café where he sometimes bought coffee. The woman behind the counter had red hair and was usually pleasant.At work he checked invoices beside a tall woman, with an older man at the desk near the window. They talked about the weather and things that had happened at work.He ate his lunch at his desk and stopped at the shop on his way home. His apartment had a kitchen, a living room, and a bedroom, and he lik...
Weekly Contest #359
November 27.“Bright light. Everything is blurry. The only thing I can make out is a swing. An empty swing. I’m standing behind it, pushing the empty swing. Children’s laughter is the only sound I can catch. I felt so happy.”A strange dream. Why do I keep seeing the same strange dream over and over?Okay. Put the book back on the shelf. Get out of bed. Turn off the second alarm before it starts blaring again. A few stretches—just enough to pretend I’m being healthy. Brush teeth. Deodorant. Razor. Morning routine before breakfast is done.Still ...
Weekly Contest #347
Evening. A family dinner. The quiet dinner had curdled into something heavier. The head of the family let out a weary sigh.“Bobby, do you understand this could literally end your career?”“Yes.” The eldest son gave a faint nod, finishing the last piece of bread.“And you’re still going through with it?”“If I succeed—”“And if you don’t?” his father cut in.“If I succeed, I’ll fulfill my dream.”“Son…” His father nervously wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. “You have to understand; I’m worried about you. This might be too much....
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