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Weekly Contest #370
Jeremiah Wellman, or Jerry, loosened his tie and instantly felt better. Sweet Jesus, was the AC broken in this wretched office? Like Satan’s flaming arms had him in a headlock. Jerry glanced at the thermometer: 68 degrees. He snatched his keys, grabbed his briefcase, and fled the building. The cute receptionist wished him a nice weekend on the way out, and he muttered ‘yeah’ before emerging in the fading light. His shirt stuck wetly to his back, and his feet ached as he descended the stairs. Why, after six years, was he still parking way out...
Weekly Contest #367
Elementary Error Monday Her name was Melody Maxwell, and she was the cutest girl in Ms. Claire’s sixth-grade class. Every day, Thomas Cross — or Tom, as everyone called him — stared at her. Ms. Claire had arranged the desks in a half-moon, and Melody sat directly across from Tom, a pretty backdrop against Ms. Claire’s lectures. He could look at Melody all day and still appear to be watching the teacher. But he also liked Ms. Claire. She was young and seemed more like a big sister than an adult. One Monday, Tom decided he could wait no long...
Weekly Contest #359
The Raft Idea Jason Maxwell and his younger sister, Melody, watched a wall of grey clouds darken the distant mountains. Hunkered in their tent, eleven-year old Jason announced, “It’s a super storm, a real soaker. The river’ll flood, and we’ll have to take down the doors to build rafts so we don’t drown.” Melody giggled, but even at seven, she thought her brother was making things sound worse than they really were. Still, she liked camping in the living room with him, with the tent’s see-through blue walls, and the floor softened by blankets ...
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