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Weekly Contest #340
You don’t know me, I don’t know you, but this is serious.I don’t want to exaggerate. I just hope this description helps prevent anything worse.Well… please read it carefully.It was a depressing day. The sun kept hiding behind the clouds every half hour. Was it really necessary? Hardly. What for? Just to come back ten minutes later, as if nothing had happened. Why not stay bright all day long for once?It even rained. I didn’t quite notice until I saw a rainbow. A rainbow! That’s when it hit me: the rain had simply been added to everything unp...
Isabelle inserted the flash drive labeled “NEVER” into the computer and, after a moment’s hesitation, pressed Enter. The image broke through the hiss and blur — a street-cam feed, unstable but real. From the very first seconds of the video, Bella realized she had always been looking the wrong way. She had built her life around tomorrow — blind to what lingered behind, never daring to uncover the buried pieces of her past.The smart sensor on her desk blinked red and chimed, registering her rising pulse and cortical activity.There — on the com...
Weekly Contest #338
The door opened slightly and then closed again.“Sh-h-h. He’s asleep,” his mum whispered.“Nothing left in his bed this time, huh?” his dad said, half-questioning.“Nothing,” she confirmed.“Are you sure? Let me see.”“I’m sure. I told you! Let’s go.”“Good. That’s not what a real boy should be interested in. I’m tired of it, honestly. I mean, if he reads about sports, that’s fine, I guess.”“Okay. You’re right,” she said, as the sound of their footsteps faded away.This small fragment of his childhood had followed Leo for years.And now, riding the ...
Weekly Contest #336
That morning, on his way from the bus stop to work, he didn’t know she was moving toward him from the train station, unhurried.They crossed paths in the crowd, only a few meters apart, unaware of how close they had been.She was his only hope after everything that had happened.Work helped him stop thinking — about her, about his son, about things he couldn’t change. People say you can watch water flow and fire burn forever.But any woodworker knows it doesn’t compare to watching the shavings curl from the wood — warm and golden — as the crafts...
Weekly Contest #335
Today was the happiest day.Her middle school team, the Wildcats, had finally won the city volleyball championship.The last game was brutal, stretching to 26–24, but they made it.Yes."Oh, we-e-e a-a-re the cha-a-ampions!"Tess was on cloud nine.After the congratulations, the team celebration, and a quiet family dinner with Grandpa, who had deliberately driven hundreds of miles to watch her game, she went to bed early—tired, full, and happy.She smiled at herself, remembering how upset she had been just a few days earlier, when a teacher humilia...
Weekly Contest #334
The road had outlived its purpose.Yet he had never left.Under the scorching sun and the pouring rain.He was on duty.A keeper.How many were there, really?Being a keeper was supposed to be an honour. It sounded right.He had seen a lot in his life, but he had never seen another keeper.He had only heard of them. How? He kept to himself.For centuries, he had watched these places —the fields, the forests, the hills, and the rivers.He remembered the times when this road was full of carts, carrying goods from the village in the valley.Now only ruins...
Weekly Contest #332
He waited for her in the rain, sheltering under the narrow roof of a lonely bus stop. They had been dating for about a month. Well, not really dating — more like meeting as good friends. Both felt a little out of fashion when it came to relationships. A few times Anika had been late; a couple of times she hadn’t come at all, and the “date” had quietly dissolved. They were both slightly eccentric, slightly mysterious, each trying to solve the riddle of the other.It looked like she was going to be late again.The rain came from every direction,...
Weekly Contest #330
The first time my son called me “Daddy” was also the last time he ever did.It happened today — a single word that felt like the end of all hopes.I’d dreamed of this moment for so long.Yet now all I feel is a bitter, heavy regret. Let me tell you the truth. It all began years ago.At the time we had a good family. I had a stable job.Tommy was almost three, and we — like any anxious parents — worried that he still hadn’t spoken a single word.In our family, the past was always up for debate.My wife’s stepmother insisted that children had develop...
Weekly Contest #329
Alex wasn’t in a hurry.After work he could take the metro, catch a bus, or walk home the mostly-straight forty-minute way.Tonight he chose to walk. It had been an ordinary day—almost too ordinary—and he wanted a bit more of that simple, easy quiet.The sun slipped below the horizon, the heat of the day finally letting go, and the evening carried that soft, late-May coolness he always loved.His paycheck was enough, Sarah didn’t bother him anymore—he helped regularly—and Johnny, now a first-grader, lived with his mom but saw Alex every Sunday. ...
Weekly Contest #328
“Idiots! If they only knew whom they’d rejected!” Adi was pacing the room. Gusti listened in silence.“You’re talented. Just don’t give up,” he said, trying to encourage his friend.“Maybe I should try again… But if it all repeats… I’ll make them see justice!” There was a fire in the young artist’s eyes that August had never seen before. The Academy had declared Adi’s skills insufficient. He burned with outrage and hurt. But things were no easier at home. “Drawing is work too,” his father said loudly, with reproach. “Although it is far from th...
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