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Weekly Contest #249
"Call me Ishmael.” Kai’s teacher asked the class why this was one of the most important lines in literature. He knew that it was one of those lines that came off like fireworks. It went off with a bang. Left you wanting more. Promising lots of sparkly stuff later. But what if it had read, ‘Call me Isabelle,’ he thought to himself. Would it have had an even bigger impact? Nah…People wouldn’t have accepted it back then. Shoot, they didn’t accept it now. He sighed and tri...
Weekly Contest #138
Sila called out the headline title, “The day the sun will no longer rise.” The first line dramatically read, “At 1:30 AKST this afternoon, the sun will set, and Barrow will enter a 65-day period of polar night. The sun will rise again on January 22 next year.” It happened every year, but it never ceased to amaze him how the town reacted. It was like a scene out of Deep Impact where Morgan Freeman announces that the mission has failed. He gravely tells the people that they h...
Weekly Contest #137
“Father was on another one of his great mysteries in Nigeria when he found me. Our country is quite beautiful. It is known for its elephants, buffalo, and forest monkeys of all kinds. But it is most known for its Bigisu Arabica coffee. This is how our community and farmers support themselves.” Nanny listened very carefully, for Alora rarely spoke of how she been forced to leave her country or how she had become adopted by the man they called Father. “When ...
Weekly Contest #136
Sophie lay in bed with her 16-year-old daughter Kalei. “Hmmm, Mom. I want to show you something.” Her daughter looked at her tentatively. “Sure Baby, what’s up?” Sophie flipped the television channels, hoping to find the perfect mother-daughter movie. She had been working a lot of hours lately and hadn’t been able to spend as much time with the kids as she might have liked. She was looking forward to some bonding time. “Well, I think that you shoul...
Weekly Contest #135
Yanti was terrified. Her heart was beating so loudly in her chest that she could physically feel it. She could feel the panic of those around her. Her own panic escalated. She listened to the noise and turmoil around her. The waters were rising. Huge amounts of water came gushing down from the Gandhi Tal to the Mandakini river at about 8:30 PM the evening before, washing away everything in its path. The rains were unprecedented and unlike anything they had ever seen. People were afraid to leave at night, but a few did. Taking the only ponies...
Weekly Contest #134
Sila was exhausted. He walked into the galley, stretching his arms high over his head, then bringing them down to rub his eyes. All he wanted to do was curl back up in bed and pull the covers over his head. His eyelids were still heavy, and he swayed a little as he reached for the coffee. But even more than being sleepy, he was just plain tired. He could feel it deep down in his bones. His legs and arms felt heavy and ached, as if he had run a marathon.Yanti took one look at him. Her voice sounded muted to him. “Let me guess, my crystal ball...
Weekly Contest #133
Hot and Spicy Cocoa Cake.... So, he wants chocolate, does he? Yanti pounded her fist into the bread dough. She raised her forearm over and over, her fist clenched, beating the poor dough mercilessly. She looked out the window. The snow was coming down in heavy blankets. The sky was darkening and settling in like a foul mood. Like the one she was in. Why weren’t they back? “No, Yanti,” she muttered to herself. Her head shaking dramatically and pronouncin...
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