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Weekly Contest #355
When Shandol Gelbil spotted a kid sidling toward a pie she had left on the windowsill, she shouted "STOP THAT!" with such volume and ferocity that mischief of any kind, anywhere in the village, ceased instantly. There was also at least one incident of wet undies, those belonging to Drubel Snubel (yes, really), though Drubel vehemently denied it. Even before that, Shandol's voice had been famous in the village of Wood; famous, sometimes annoying, and often feared.So when Shandol yelled "QUIET!", the Village Hall got quiet in less time than it...
Weekly Contest #354
Spencer Reay floated back into Lewis's view and waved, his left side brightened by the sun, his right in shadow blacker than black. "So long," he said, and Lewis didn't even have time to be confused. There was a pair of heavy shears in Reay's hand. Why the hell does he have those? Lewis thought. Then it was done, the tether cut. The capsule and Spencer Reay began, slowly but absolutely irreversibly, to drift apart. "Control, Reay has cut the tether, repeat he cut the tether." Lewis tried to keep his voice neutral, factual. He expected he fai...
Weekly Contest #353
"My name is Arie, and I'm a merrow. My friend James says in some other cultures, my distant merrow cousins are called mermaids." --From Arie: A Myth Come to Life by James Gray (unpublished) She had been waiting, her long, green hair drifting lazily in the cold water. She fanned her tail idly, stirring the seaweed. She should've heard the signal by now, the series of clicks and moans, stuttering, then drawn out, the "hello" in her own language. The sounds were made by a human. Or rather, by a machine the human used. She recently learned a few...
Weekly Contest #352
This was to be the most important day of Fudmul Schruck's short life: the day he performed the Ritual of Growed Up, the day he formally changed from being a kid to being... well... growed up. Fud was puzzled - annoyed, actually - by the clunky use of the non-word "growed" instead of "grown"; he assumed the origins were lost to antiquity. His father claimed lots of things were lost to antiquity - Respect for Elders, for instance, or his good razor. Some of Fudmul's friends had already performed the Ritual. He remembered how nervous and worrie...
Weekly Contest #351
Becca Hickman didn't know why she picked up the grubby-looking book in the first place, and she couldn't possibly articulate why she kept it. She thought about it often, later. Thought about the chain of events, the decisions. She would try to recall what she thought and -- just as importantly, she realized -- how she felt as things unfolded. It was lying just behind the Theater building, at the edge of a service drive; she saw it as she took the shortcut from her Physics class to Mountain View Drive. She made the walk every day - Physic...
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