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Weekly Contest #351
What if man ruled time? There exists now, in this hour, in this minute, the same number of hours in a day as did at the beginning of the world. Measuring time was not so important in the beginning. The rise and fall of the sun was enough. Lifeforms that lived then did not care about when things got done. They cared only that there was food and water, shelter and peace. But then, the humans came, and they had other ideas. Slowly, the humans decided on what was important for them to measure. When humans say they don't have the time or they ran...
Weekly Contest #345
“That's a photo-enlarger. It's used for working on photographs.” My father and I were in the attic looking for spare parts for a project we'd been working on. The attic was a mixture of boxes full of strange and unusual stuff. Everything from electronics and love letters to World War II photos of relatives. One night in the attic, while sifting through a box of old photos, Grandma and I found a rainbow lollipop made from twisted taffy. It was so big that the heavy round of candy wouldn't even fit in my hand. Grandma said that Grandpa had bou...
Weekly Contest #340
Courage is not the absence of fear, but the mastery of it.Mark Twain When you’re a kid, most birthday gifts are opened, played with, and soon forgotten. The toy we think we want so badly turns out to be nothing like the TV advertisement that made you drive your parents crazy until they finally got it for you. Maybe that bike turns out to be of no use because you learn that you have an insurmountable problem with balance. But if you’re fortunate, there are a few gifts that stand out, and one birthday gift memory has stayed with me through the...
Weekly Contest #339
The door opens with a whoosh of air, and I'm surrounded by a comfortingly exhilarating calm of an aroma found only in coffee shops and bookstores. No matter where you’re from or what you call them, whether you drink coffee, tea, or a variation, coffee shops have become so much more than a place to consume beverages. The coffee shop has become a place where we work, we read, we find fellowship and inspiration, surrounded by an atmosphere we cannot generate anywhere else.“OK, but why do you want to leave?”“Why do I have to go?”“Yes, because yo...
Weekly Contest #327
Hello,I don't know if you are aware, but I can see you making silly faces at me through the glass doors. You want me to come over to the glass and pay attention to you. Don’t you? Please be aware that I do not respond to such taunting. Well, no matter, since you're not going to leave, I've decided to tell you something very interesting that happened recently. I doubt your ability to understand my form of communication, but that is exactly why I have no problems telling you the tale. If you could understand, you might be inclined to think me ...
Weekly Contest #311
From the time I was very young, summer vacations were spent over the bridge and across the Allegheny, at my maternal grandma's house, a redbrick two-story with a bit of ivy on the front and a small gray cement porch on the side. The house was not at all like the traditional farmhouse where Grandma grew up. Great-grandpa's house was painted wood with a wrap-around porch and plenty of untilled acres for horses. Grandma and grandpa's house was red brick with ivy and a large vegetable farm. The farm was grandpa's passion; he'd till the soil and ...
Weekly Contest #288
The Weather in Punxsutawney: A slight breeze wafted in through the screens in the kitchen door, ruffling the edges of Aunt Maude's apron as she stood at the kitchen table removing the thin brown skins from freshly boiled potatoes. Steam was circling in the air just above the blue and white tempered glass bowl as she tossed in the newly peeled potatoes. Grandma was dicing half a dozen hard-boiled eggs, carefully adding them to a separate bowl of finely chopped onions and celery. All of these ingredients would be gently mixed into an amazingly...
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