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Weekly Contest #375
There is a smell that still stops me cold, twenty years later. A whiff of burnt matches, a candle put out, or even a hint of something like it, takes me back to that parking lot on the outskirts of Mumbai in 2006, and I have to remind myself to breathe. Back then I had a Yamaha RX 100 motorcycle, bought with two years of savings, and I loved her more than was probably healthy. I still say her. Whatever happened on that lot happened to both of us, and in twenty years I have not found an explanation for it that holds up. My favorite band, In...
Weekly Contest #347
I always believed that most kinds of fears were learned. Mostly passed down from parents. My son's pediatrician confirmed this. Children are born afraid of only two things, she told me: falling and loud noises. So when my son Ayaan was little, I made it a quiet mission to not teach him any more fears than he came with by default. Never flinching at spiders. Never hushing my voice in the dark. Never letting him see me hesitate at a strange sound. If fear was taught, I wasn't going to be the one teaching it. It worked. Until he was five, it...
Weekly Contest #341
Matt's apartment smelled of overheating electronics and stale coffee. He stayed slumped in his chair, watching the final performance metrics for the latest code merge crawl across one of his three screens. He clicked Submit, and the mechanical clank of the key felt like a heavy period at the end of a very long sentence. To the rest of Silicon Valley, he was the lead engineer at a company that had finally cracked the "Ghost in the Machine" code. To himself, he just felt like a man who hadn't eaten a real meal in three days. He pushed his ch...
Weekly Contest #132
"Are you there, God? It's me, Joe!" “Hey, Joe. What’s up?” Joe sat frozen in his seat for a few seconds or it may have been minutes. Then he turned around and looked at the back seat of his car which he quickly realized was foolish. Of course, he was alone! He was headed home from his office, alone, the same as every day. He’d got stuck in traffic which seemed to be moving slower than usual because of an accident or something up ahead - he could see the red and blue lights flashing a few miles ahead. The weather was cold, the car heater...
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