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Weekly Contest #358
Nobody believed in me. That was their first mistake. And it took the town of Greer decades to get over it.The thing is, I don't blame them. For not believing in me. I mean, I get it, I do. It's hard to believe in the girl who's covered in dirt with two black eyes and a penchant for tripping on the last stair leading to the library, every damn time. I wouldn't have believed in me either. If I were them.But what's a girl to do? Sit back and wait for them to believe? Sit back and take it? No way. Not this girl anyways. So I made them believe.Th...
Weekly Contest #348
The photograph has no date on the back. No name. No record number.I turn it over again.The protocol for falsified evidence is clear. I have been trained to identify destabilization tactics. The resistance uses manufactured intimacy as a weapon — false history, constructed memory, the suggestion of a life unlived. I know this. I was briefed on this. I set the photograph on the desk and look at the wall instead.I look at the photograph again.The girl has my nose. The angle of my jaw. The particular way I sit, cross-legged, spine straight even ...
"Fuck you, Sallow!"Spit hit Amara's face. She blinked, her yellow eyes unperturbed. Always reactive, she thought."Protocol 37 states octaves above 500 hertz require one month of civil service and a 5000 ring fine." She wrote out the ticket and handed it to the man. His hair flamed red with rage, and his eyes were full black. He licked his lips and tore the ticket into pieces in front of her.Amara adjusted her helmet to relieve the discomfort of the metal on her smooth skin. This wasn't the first time a Colorbrat had tried to get a rise out o...
Weekly Contest #344
BUG-734: Preschooler countdown timer triggers action at 0.5 seconds remaining Severity: High | Priority: P2 Steps to Reproduce1. Issue reasonable request to Preschooler (put on shoes, pick up toys, come to table)2. Preschooler ignores request3. Parent initiates countdown: "I'm going to count to 5. One… Two…" Expected Results: Preschooler begins task by count of 3. Actual Results: Preschooler remains motionless through counts 1-4. Zero acknowledgment. At approximately 4.9 seconds, Preschooler springs into action, completing task as if it was ...
Weekly Contest #343
Sensitive content: Miscarriage The candles are lit.Someone dims the lights and the room contracts, everyone pressing inward toward Grandma and her nine decades represented by nine flames. Ginny presses in with them. Holds her wine glass. Smiles.Happy birthday to you—Over forty voices singing together in off-tune harmony. The Calhouns always did everything big and loud — family first. Ginny mouths along, shapes the syllables without sound, the way she used to mouth prayers as a kid when she'd forgotten the words but didn't want her mother to ...
Weekly Contest #340
I only have 28 words left.The woman behind the glass taps her long pink nail on the counter between us and stares at me. Waiting for me to speak. The man behind me looks bored. His eyes keep darting between the clock and me while he adjusts his tie.I see a woman five people back talking on the phone. She keeps waving her hand in my direction and looking at the diamond on her finger. A child tugs on her mother’s dress and whispers “What’s wrong with her mommy? Is she almost out?”I've been in line at the Bureau of Citizen Services for 4 hours ...
Weekly Contest #339
Marilyn smiled.Beside her sat her husband of ten years, Adam. Under the table, his hand was on the thigh of her best friend since grade school, Jenna. Both of them were chatting to the others sitting around. Everyone was laughing at the joke Adam told about the housewife and the monkey. Everyone oblivious to him slipping his hand under Jenna’s skirt during the punchline so her gasp felt natural.Marilyn saw.She'd suspected it for weeks, kept telling herself she was paranoid. They just worked together. Marilyn had asked Adam to put in a referr...
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