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Weekly Contest #359
Milan poured some warm water with half a packet of dissolved yeast into the flour. It was the last flour he had, but he didn’t care. Today was his Slava, the day of St. John the Baptist, 20th of January according to the Gregorian calendar. And there is one simple rule for celebrating a Slava.No one gets turned away.Your home is open. Everyone who comes is a guest and is greeted warmly. Kissing each other on the cheek three times is practically obligatory. Everyone is greated with a traditional serving of cooked wheat of which they eat a spoo...
Weekly Contest #305
The final intersection on my return from school was just an ordinary and unremarkable intersection. To the right was the familiar row of houses, the last of which belonged to my mother. Behind me was the well-traveled road to my beloved elementary school. Forward was the ultimate abyss, the nothingness that swallows everything. But to the left… My mother always warned me: Never take the left turn. Always take the right and you’ll be home in just five minutes. I never knew what lay to the left. It always gnawed on me why mother never allowed ...
Weekly Contest #271
Josh slumped in his chair. He had just downed his third beer and was only getting started. By now he was so much of a regular that people stopped noticing him.It’s been six months since Josh’s wife abruptly stopped yelling at him. He almost missed the days of hysterical screaming and bitter disappointment whenever he failed to return home in time. Now they were living parallel lives. Josh knew that divorce would soon be inevitable and he was almost resigned to this. His meagre unemployment benefits were certainly of no use to her or his chil...
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