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Weekly Contest #38
Hector ate his soup, but he did not care for it. It came in a bowl designed for the microwave his son bought him last year, but no soup should be warmed with a device such as that. Soup should be simmered on a stove top or over a fire, and it should make the house smell like the ingredients that loving hands placed inside the pot. Hector remembered the way his house would smell as a child when his mother would make her albondigas or posole soups. But then his father would come home and the smell of chicken or pork would give way to the smell...
Weekly Contest #36
4/3/20 Dear diary, I’m not sure a professional log entry should start like that, but my grandmother would have been pleased. It is now 0210, EST, and I am wide awake. I have been subjecting myself with the experimental drug Diprazamine in an effort to cure my insomnia. After four continuous days, I am still not demonstrating any improvement with my condition. My vital signs remain constantly in the normal range, but the computer has registered anomalous variations in my brain waves usually associated with REM sleep. Clearly, I have not yet a...
Weekly Contest #34
My name is Tony. My dad is Big Tony, and I have an uncle and two cousins that are also named Tony. Nobody who is smart messes with Big Tony, and part of that respect trickles down to me. At school, kids walk up and voluntarily give me their milk money. Like I would ever drink milk. So I figured the family across the street was just showing their respect when they invited me for dinner and game night when my old man was out of town because he had this thing to do in Jersey. Their youngest kid was my age and he seemed like a stand-up kinda guy...
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