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Weekly Contest #370
“Your watch is wrong again.” She’s got my wrist turned over in her hand, and the clock says 7:40. I’m way behind. I set it right and loop my arm around her, running a hand along the length of her hair. Canned laughter buzzes on the television. She’s laughing, too, head shaking on my shoulder, and her hair has fallen in her face again. She blows at it dramatically, so I sweep the hair back behind her ear. “Got a hairband?” she asks. “No,” I say, “they’re all upstairs on the bedpost. You know, if you didn’t keep dropping them, I wouldn’t have ...
Weekly Contest #298
He always knew the exact moment to press record. Just before the crying started — but not too far before. Tape couldn’t be wasted on people who weren’t going to cry. Only the truly sorry cried.The chairs were arranged in a wide circle at the centre of the room, and every seat was taken. It was early, and the faint smell of instant coffee still lingered throughout the Community Centre. Most people had spoken today, but they hadn’t gotten to him yet. The old man never spoke. His silence had become something people worked around, like furniture...
Weekly Contest #252
The old man’s eyes had seen too much; the young man knew this, because the skin around his eyes was deep, and dark. The old man’s hands had felt too much; he knew this, because his hands were leathery and pocked full of scars. The man had lived for too long; his crooked and broken posture betrayed this secret even from a distance. The young man had met him at this bus stop every morning for the past three years, and with each year that passed, the old man appeared to have unnaturally aged by five. The young man pitied him, but there was also...
Weekly Contest #224
“Just listen, don’t talk. You need time to wake up, for your eyesight to return. Everything will be a little hazy and you might not remember how you got here, but you need to focus on my voice. My name is Dr Yadav."I tried to lean forward, but my body felt as if it weighed 100 tonnes. I barely moved an inch before I slumped back into the bed.“This is going to be a lot to hear at once, but it’s important that you know these things right away. In 2043, your body was suspended in an experimental bio-amber, freezing your body until woken. You pa...
Weekly Contest #210
ANTOFAGASTA, CHILE '33 Dr Johannes Korhonen, principal senior researcher at the ELT telescope, thought that people would call him a madman. He had even begun to think so himself. If he published his findings, he told himself, his credibility in the field of astrophysics would be eviscerated. But the results of the spectrographic scans were undeniable: dozens of stars were disappearing from the night sky.“Maria!” he shouted at the door. “I’ve found something remarkable!” Maria, assistant researcher to Dr Korhonen, came bounding into the offic...
Weekly Contest #209
The cashier of the Tex-Am gas station slammed the side of the crackling television set. The signal, which seldom reached this far into the deserts of New Mexico, began to fade again, before buzzing momentarily back into life. “40 days on, and theories on where June’s comet landed are still abound. We’re here in Artesia New Mexico to ask local people their thoughts on the phenomenon.” The news reporter announced, approaching an elderly woman in the street. “You - miss - any theories on June’s comet? A sign of good things to come, perhaps...
Weekly Contest #144
She clicks the button of her film camera, capturing the gleeful faces of graduates huddled together in the lobby of the university. The lobby, sterile, colourful and featureless contrasts sharply with the warm humanity captured inside these photographs. She clicks the button of her camera again, and she clicks it again and when the click weakens she knows that there is no film left. The pride on the faces of the graduates washes away at the hollow click, leaving only disappointment. This almost breaks her heart. “I’ll be back”, she says, doi...
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