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Weekly Contest #345
There is a baby crying on the plane.The baby’s mom is crying too. I look over and she is sobbing in seat 24C. The dad (Boyfriend? Coworker? Random dude?) is staring at his feet and holding on to her hand. His pinched face and bony knuckles are turning white.I take out my earphones and listen. I notice there are two camps on the plane. One camp includes the people praying. The other one has the people weeping. Okay, maybe there are three camps. Because some people (like me) are doing neither.My father turns in his seat and whispers in my ear ...
Weekly Contest #344
Astronaut CrewCC: Capsule Communicator (“Houston”), Bruce McCandlessCDR: Mission Commander, Neil ArmstrongLMP: Lunar Module Pilot, Edwin “Buzz” Aldrin Man in the MoonLG: Lunar Gardener (Below is a portion of the transcript from the the 1969 moon landing) CDR: The hatch is coming openCDR: Okay. Houston, I’m on the porchCC: We’re getting a picture on the TVCC: Okay. Neil, we can see you coming down the ladder now.CDR: I’m going to step off the LM now.CDR: That’s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.CDR: Yes, the surface is fin...
Weekly Contest #341
Her name was in the end credits. I almost missed it.After the film ended, Ellie and I stretched our arms out to the ceiling of the theater and yawned. The triumphant music swelled as the scrolling list of names came up on the screen. I was barely paying attention. “You want to get something eat now?” I asked Ellie. “Sure,” she said, as she tried to touch her fingers to her toes. “I could eat.”I got up and was about to head to the door when I saw her name. It was right underneath the title “Set Designer.” I sat back down. Hard. “You all right...
Weekly Contest #340
As running shoes, we stay grounded. We do not have lofty ideals to be a hat or a pair of glasses. The top of Derek’s head is too high a pedestal for our personalities. During our evening runs in the park, we notice the figures of people placed on elevated stands for all observers to admire. But few do. Most people walk by them without a glance. We don’t even want to be put in that position. Too much responsibility for a “thing” to have. We are not too big for the feet that fill us. We’re content with being shoes. We are not consumed with def...
Weekly Contest #339
"Coffee makes killing easy."At least that is what Aidlen’s mentor used to say. As he watched the chocolate-colored drops fall into his favorite chipped mug, the voice of his teacher, Blarero, whispered out with the steam. “There are only two tools you need to make it in this job,” said the grizzled old man. “A weapon and cup o’ mud. Coffee makes killin’ easy.” Aidlen had scoffed, back then. It sounded like an exaggerated simplification of the necessary skills a hitman (or hitwoman) needed. How to clean your gun, the patience to watch your ta...
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