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Weekly Contest #357
I completed my rounds. First, I pulled the panel off the life support grid. But it wasn’t enough just to know all the toggles were lit up green. I closed the panel and walked down the corridor to actually see what was going on at AQuality Deck, and slid open the warehouse doors. The CO₂ converters, the size of a landing field on the moon, with enough space for six ventilating craft from the X23.5 generation, were pushing air.Next were the food generation fields on the solarium decks. The rows of corn stretched under the white grow lights. Tw...
Weekly Contest #351
The boat left and twenty students in the retired seniors class were on the lawn. One of them asked me if I was the monitor. Sure, I said, and slipped to the rear. This was before the professor showed up, but soon an older man took the lectern.He peered out at the class over the top of his tortoise shell reading glasses. “We are judging your Creativity Assessment today. Some of you will not be moving forward to graduation commencement.”A lady in pink sweatpants and a gray ponytail raised her hand.The professor stroked his chin. He wore the sl...
Weekly Contest #346
Year 2130 CEYear 2130 CE The high-rises in Abu Dhabi rose into the gray sky and lost themselves. Were they real? Amir Rabah cocked his head at the shimmer on the building's edge. This was the giveaway he decided. What is real and what isn't? It was exhausting to live in a world where truth no longer mattered. He stared up and when he did he stumbled on the marble steps he was climbing. The steps were real. The World Supreme Court was real. Above him were the words carved into the Romanesque architecture. They didn’t shimmer. It was just he ...
Weekly Contest #329
Even though it was two in the morning, Martha Wilkins finally turned off the lights at Enterprise Car Rental. A small Idaho airport, Enterprise waited for the bus when airlines couldn’t land, like now, in a snowstorm. She told Jessie about his Uber fare waiting once he came out of the men’s room.“Where is she?” Jessie asked.Martha threw a thumb at the entrance. “Another reunion gal I suspect. They’re gathering like flies to honey. You should go to the reunion yourself, Jessie. Hoot it up, see some old high school friends.”Jessie glanced back...
Weekly Contest #326
Don’t get me wrong, I loved my first wife, Martha. But she passed—bless her heart. My second wife, Fanny Mae? I’d never say I loved her more than Martha, but maybe I did. And it wasn’t just the double D’s, whatever people thought. Or the thirty-five year age difference, her thirty and me sixty-five. No, I needed her—for my son. After Martha died, my boy and I struggled to communicate. But he was a man now, just turned thirty himself. All this sounds harsh, and crude, but nobody can judge me harder then my own self.Anyway, he’d say something ...
Weekly Contest #324
Dr. Takahashi removed his stethoscope from Billy’s back. “You’re good to go,” he said. “I’m releasing you today. But remember, you’re not the hotshot you once were.”Billy, his face drawn and colorless, his stiff gray hair matted to his forehead, hunched forward on the table. His ribs ached when he breathed. “I’m not dead yet.”“You nearly were,” the Doctor said. “You forget that?”Billy didn’t answer. He flinched as he buttoned his shirt and stared at the floor.“You’re seventy, Billy. What would Frances say about you sailing alone?”Billy grunt...
Weekly Contest #314
A gray mare carried a twelve-year-old girl through the town of Evalsne. Horse troughs lined the empty, dust-strewn street on either side of her, and gray pine buildings bore false fronts in the old Western style. Mountains, majestic, but drought-stricken, rose in every direction and formed a kind of hollow where the town lay. The girl rode bareback, guiding the horse with a halter and the pressure of her thin thighs. There was no bit, and her bare feet couldn’t reach the stirrups.She neared a blacksmith shop where flames spiked in a forge. A...
Weekly Contest #312
If the adage was correct, ‘I think, therefore I am’, I suppose we had some pride in the method of our demise. This, of course, reminded me of another adage, ‘pride before the fall’, which was ironically just then punctuated by both the thumping sounds of feet on the roof above and the pounding on the door, both of which were the beasts trying to get in.CHU+, my research assistant, hadn’t interjected into the dialogue in days, leaving me only AC& to talk to. But AC& is just not that interesting. He’s in charge of security, which means...
Weekly Contest #311
East Berlin, 1952 Amidst the sound of dripping water and boots on stone, two guards dragged Gestas Milovik down a prison corridor.“Los!” barked the tall guard, and sharp garlic spilled from his breath.In front of a rusted steel door, the second guard rattled his keys and a door squealed open to reveal a wide chamber. The guards dragged Gestas to join two ragged men who were on their knees facing a far green-streaked wall. The guard’s thick hands pressed him down to take his place in line.He stopped breathing for a moment. This was how they d...
Weekly Contest #307
"BLUE ROSES" is a contemporary Gothic tale of guilt and transformation set against the ancient backdrop of Puglia, Italy. This atmospheric story weaves together elements of psychological horror and magical realism, exploring themes of atonement, family loyalty, and the price of immortality.______The Real Estate Commission circled like vultures. I'd drained escrow deposits of over three million dollars—money meant for new homes, for retirements, for my friends' futures, and worst of all, my sister's life savings. The investigators were asking...
Weekly Contest #306
Farewell AddressRain tapped the windowpanes in soft pulses. The sound of a lone siren rose and fell faintly in the distance. Inside, the Oval Office lights were harsh.The president sat at his desk with his sleeves rolled up. In his hand was a printed copy of George Washington’s Farewell Address from 1796, double-spaced and underlined in blue ink.He started to read from the document, but then looked up to finish what he’d memorized. “The name of American, which belongs to you in your national capacity… must always exalt the just pride of patr...
Weekly Contest #304
May 2025I remember the breaking heat, a late spring reminder of the summer to come. After parking, I made my way to the Pentagon, trying to ignore my gnawing anxiety about the weather. The article in The Times was on my desk. It broke hot as well. Like the weather, it had its own early message.OpenAI was buying IO, a startup run by Jony Ive—the man who helped develop the iPhone. Six and a half billion dollars. This gave me pause. As the Chief Technology Officer for the National Security Agency, the NSA, I knew every coder’s career in the wor...
Weekly Contest #296
The bank of diagnostic equipment blinked and hummed in Harold’s garage-lab. He crouched at the center console in a wall of consoles. The screen cast an eerie green, a waveform which pulsed like something alive. Something hungry. And the signal was there—buried in the digital noise.His cellphone buzzed. “Dad, stop being paranoid. Mom’s fine. Everyone’s fine. You’re the one acting strange.” They think of me as a retired curmudgeon, he thought, at first for leaving his cell phone at home, refusing to watch TV, ignoring social media. But who say...
Weekly Contest #295
“Dreams are dangerous things to steal,” my grandmother cautioned, smelling of roasted corn and burning copal in her shop on the The Plaza de Armas. “The ancients knew dreams needed to arrive willingly, like a warm caress in the night when you’re sleeping comfortably. When you force them…” She trailed off, her eyes distant.“Not so dangerous we couldn’t steal more, and keep the best for ourselves,” I said, thinking my grandmother could do better.She grabbed my wrist, her weathered hands surprisingly strong. “Don’t be an idiot, Morfeo. Is your ...
Weekly Contest #293
Congressman David Chen found himself where he never guessed he'd be: the dining car on The Express, a high-speed train humming through the Hungarian countryside. A patchwork of browns and gray-dirty snow flashed by. Abandoned Soviet-era factories passed surreal in skeletal frames, riddled with broken windows and crumbling walls. David’s head pounded. Nausea caused him to sweat. He hated trains, but loved his wife, and the Prague conference was over. Just one more meeting, and then he and his wife could take a river cruise out of Budapest.Stu...
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