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Weekly Contest #370
February 18th, 202610:00Is this thing on?The light’s red, so I’m going to assume it’s recording! Hello, everyone! Due to a truly spectacular level of personal disorganization, I am literally incapable of taking notes. You can ask any one of my supervisors, and they’ll tell you my last six reports are nowhere to be found! So in an effort to keep my job, I’m going to give voice recordings a try. Hopefully there’s some tool out there to transcribe them for me. Not AI-based, I hope. I’m so worried about all that water usage-But we’re not here to...
Weekly Contest #369
The husband did it.The husband always does it, right? Or the boyfriend, the fiancé, the lover…you get the gist. A woman goes missing, and you almost never have to look farther than the man closest to her. I just had to prove it. Sky Hawking is an unusual woman to go missing. Eighty-six, happily married with two adult daughters, five grandchildren, and four great-grandchildren all within walking distance. A former eighth-grade teacher, she taught science to half the town before she retired. She’s still an active member of her church...
Weekly Contest #368
“Who had the avocado egg rolls, Cuban sandwich with sweet potato fries, and the slice of triple berry cheesecake?” Our waitress is petite, blonde, and harried in the wake of our sizable lunch. “That’s mine,” Selina doesn’t blink her arresting turquoise eyes as she holds out a hand for her check. She’s even smaller than the waitress, with milky skin and straight black hair pulled up in a bun. “And next,” The waitress pauses to read the next receipt, “I have sweet corn tamale cakes, shepherd's pie, and carrot cake?” “That’s m...
Weekly Contest #367
“I didn’t lay that egg.” Mrs. Reed Warbler sat side-by-side with Mr. Reed Warbler on the edge of their nest. Together, they considered its contents. It was the same cozy woven bowl of grasses and reeds that it had been before, but there was a problem. A number problem! When Mrs. Reed Warbler had left the eggs to get a drink of water, there had been three perfect beige orbs with cocoa speckles tucked into the bottom of the nest. When she’d returned the briefest of moments later, there were four perfect beige orbs with cocoa speckles tucked in...
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