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Weekly Contest #334
Once upon a time a boy ventured so deep into the forest that he realized he no longer knew how to get home. The boy was so focused on exploring that he had wandered off the path and found himself surrounded by unfamiliar trees. The dense foliage and branches engulfed the forest, while an incoming fog began to play tricks on the boy’s sense of direction. The boy began running, hoping that he would run into something, anything familiar. Eventually he saw a cliff up ahead, and at the top of the cliff perched a bright white house. The house res...
Weekly Contest #285
GenIE version 1.7.3The system was not properly shut down. Initializing health check…Memory …okVision engine… okDialect engine… okSelf-propulsion engine… failedSatellite communication system… failed to pingDate/time retrieval… failed <Log Entry 1>I am located on a low table in what appears to be a house made out of mud bricks. The house is decorated with various items, such as lamps, vases, and a tapestry hanging from the ceiling. No indications of electricity or running water are identified.The temperature is 117 degrees Fahr...
Weekly Contest #269
As a child, I excelled at one thing: worrying. I would wake up each morning dreading what the day may bring. It was only when I knew the plan for each day ahead of time that I would relax. And if anything deviated from the plan, I would run to my bed, pull the covers over my head, and hide from the world. My parents knew that I struggled with worry and so, when I was in third grade, they gave me a gift – an old dusty flip calendar. The flip calendar contained a page for each day of the year, and each page had the mo...
Weekly Contest #224
Finding a roommate – especially when you’ve just moved to a new city – is like playing a slot machine. You might hit the jackpot and make a friend for life, or you may end up stuck in very close quarters with a creature from the depths of the abyss. When you’re desperate, though, you just have to pull that lever and hope for the best. I got matched with my roommate, Jon, on the Roommate Finder app. It seemed like a relatively safe proposition - Jon worked second shift, and I worked first shift. Worst case scenario, we w...
Weekly Contest #143
Driving down barren Highway 43 on a dreary summer afternoon, Lily noticed a peculiar sight just up ahead – a man sitting behind a lone table on the side of the road. A sign hanging on the edge of the table read, “Exotic Venus fly traps looking for a loving caregiver. ALL SALES FINAL.” That’s quite an odd sight, thought Lily, as she approached the roadside merchant. Lily slowed down and parked her car in front of the display. She got out and walked up to the merchant. Laying on the merchant’s table were cle...
Weekly Contest #139
Growing up - read the poster hanging above Mrs. Langer’s second grade classroom. Below the poster sat a small plant and – Sam’s favorite – a hamster relaxing in a hamster house.Sam was a member of Mrs. Langer’s classroom, and every chance he had, he ran - as fast as he was allowed - to catch a glimpse of Mr. Hammy, the classroom hamster. Last week, Sam had even bought Mr. Hammy a toy – a small green and white colored ball. When Mr. Hammy was presented with the new toy, he squealed with joy, holding on to the ball with his tiny...
Weekly Contest #136
Larry never missed a game. He always made time for the home team - sitting on his lucky seat cushion, arms snuggling a large bag of in-shell peanuts. His gray hair, normally unkempt in appearance, was respectably combed back for today’s event. He adjusted the team jersey he was wearing to straighten out the printed number of Marty Reach, the star player of the home team. Although Larry’s bones had become weak, and his eyesight was slowly failing him, he still had impeccable hearing. The sounds of the cheering of the crowd...
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