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Weekly Contest #367
The Elevator Incident The morning air was crisp and fresh. With not even the tiniest cloud in the sky, the afternoon promised to be hot. This summer had been unusual. The heat was ruthless and the nights did not do their job of cooling the city streets off properly. “Thank God it is Friday,” thought Michael as he entered his office building in the business district of Pittsburgh. It was a massive 46-floor concrete giant, with wall-sized windows, soft dark grey carpets and artificial plants in every corner. The publishing company he worked fo...
Weekly Contest #360
The Amount of Hope I HaveI am running out of time. There is only 0.1% battery left in my bracelet. I know what that means. When it dies, I will not be able to recharge it. It has remained powered for 536,281 Earth years, that is exactly how long I have been on this planet.The bracelet is thin but very sturdy. You won’t find any scratches on it. The little embedded screen with numbers glows slightly. The glow is warm; it usually calms me. It brings back happy memories.It is the only thing I have left from the spaceship. It has been with me f...
Weekly Contest #359
I Don’t Speak the Language At the age of 18, my beautiful daughter became a homeless addict. Not that it was unexpected. The years that had led to that were tumultuous, filled with disbelief, shock, denial and false hopes. These years were filled with consistently changing plans of “how to handle the situation”, celebrating some small victories, holding the line and letting things slide but mostly with the feeling that I was trying to stop a roller coaster train with my bare hands. It was not totally unexpected but as someone said, “I knew i...
Weekly Contest #356
The New Shoes Sometime around 2018, when Nadia had been living on the streets on and off for two years, we developed an odd, irregular communication. From time to time, I would message her on Facebook. Some messages were later marked as “seen.” Most of the time, there were no replies and I could only guess what might be happening with her at that moment. The green circle on her Messenger profile showing she was online became my beacon. It meant life. Usually, the circle was grey. Regardless, I continued to send my texts. They looked overly p...
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