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Weekly Contest #340
Nuuk, Greenland. In the warmth of a peaceful home, Maren happily squeezed the little teddy bear she had received from her father. He had named the bear Ursi, and the name was well-loved. According to Maren’s father, it meant "bear" in a very ancient language that everyone had long since forgotten, or almost everyone. They soon became inseparable. They played together constantly, and Maren took him everywhere; they even visited Europe once, though Maren didn't know that the little bear had been there before. But he remembered. He had been a m...
Weekly Contest #339
Nuuk, Greenland. Maren didn't consider herself a nag, but still, how long should she wait for Lars to start something on his own? Or perhaps, to actually finish it? – she wondered, fixing her gaze on her husband, who was buried in his laptop. "Lars, honey, if you’re done browsing Temu, do you think you could start on the fence today?" "I’m not even on Temu, I’m talking to ChatGPT, Maren. It’s incredible, it’s a whole new world, a real oracle!" "I’ve called Olaf over to help fix the fence, but I’ll tell him not to come if your new friend is s...
Weekly Contest #337
Nuuk, Greenland. Maren punctuated the end of the argument by slamming a cast-iron skillet onto the stove. "Lars, you’re an old fool! The fog is so thick out there, even the seagulls are walking! What do you expect to catch? Pneumonia?" Lars only sighed, pulling on his salt-crusted parka. "I have to go, Maren. Olaf is already waiting." "Of course he is! You’re only going out so you don't have to fix that fence!"Maren tossed a plastic bag at her husband’s head. "Take that Temu junk of yours too! At least your hand won't freeze to your beer can...
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