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Weekly Contest #369
"Suicide? But how? I can't believe it." "Maren, I know it's hard to accept. But I saw the whole thing," said Olaf. "You saw it, and you did nothing!" "There was nothing to be done. By the time I understood what was happening—" "Everything was fine this morning, everything." Maren pressed the dishcloth to her mouth. "What did we do wrong? Tell me, guys, what we did wrong." Lars just sat there, staring at nothing. Olaf said nothing either. "Maybe it was a momentary thing," she said, quieter now. "Maybe if you'd tried. Maybe if we'd paid ...
Weekly Contest #367
"All we know is that communications are down." "What would you like for dinner?" "Seventeen days? Sir, we can't hold out for seventeen hours!" "Lars?" "They're coming out of the walls!" "It's already at the door!" The doorknob turned. Lars screamed and threw the remote at the attacker. The TV flickered silently on. Maren stood in the doorway. "What is this monstrosity?" "Aliens," Lars gasped. "This is the best part. Something is already in the room with them — they just don't know where." "I never know where anything is in this roo...
Weekly Contest #343
Nuuk, Greenland. Maren shook her head in disbelief. Her husband, Lars, was reading Gemini’s reply out loud: “Focus sunlight onto the fence area using mirrors, and the snow will melt.” “But where am I supposed to get that many mirrors?” Lars muttered under his breath. “I hope you’re not thinking of tearing the bathroom apart. I’d be happy if you finally fixed the fence, but I have better things to do next week than picking mirror shards out of the garden!” Maren said from the doorway—just as she nearly bumped into Olaf, who had just arrive...
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...
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 i...
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...
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