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Weekly Contest #53
Laboratories will remain closed for now. Please let all your material in the respective incubators/refrigerators and we'll be contacting you soon with more information. Be strong. Kind regards, Doctor Anya Sánchez-Jones. The sign was stuck to the door of their lab. Ale heard whispers around her. Some of the undergraduates were cursing under their breath. Summer was essential for them to process their samples and graduates were much the same. Alejandra was one of these graduates. She had come from the other side of the world to finish hi...
Weekly Contest #51
The stars weren’t the right shape. He kept drawing them and staring at them but they never quite looked the right way. He was about to rip the page when Sandra came to his desk. "Do you always work like this?" Sandra said. "I like working," Marcelo said. He was coloring the sketch the teacher had asked them to do. Pencils, erasers, a sharpener, and a ruler were scattered around his desk. He was working on a corner. Something wasn't quite right. The moon was meant to be pink and the eyes of Super Boy weren't the deep green he had thought of. ...
Weekly Contest #50
The smell of disinfectant clung to her nostrils. The place was as beautiful as terrifying. Clean and cold like a clinic. People weren't cold, but there was a distant air of superiority coming from those that walked by her. A woman walked by smelling of perfume. She smelled rich. Rosa schooled her expression into a mask of deference. The woman reminded her of when she’d presented her first project; a tiny mollusk community study. She had delivered a poor speech, sweating through the entire panel when the panelist made a list of all her mist...
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