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Weekly Contest #335
Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! “This is the fishing vessel, North Wind on Emergency Channel 16. I am in trouble. Come up anyone.”Peter grabbed the microphone of the VHF radio. He recognized the voice of his friend, Mario Garibaldi."North Wind, North Wind, this is the fishing vessel Sea Gypsy. What is your situation?""Sea Gypsy, this is North Wind. My engine is out, and the current is pushing me on Duncan's Reef. Can you help?"Peter knew if North Wind grounded on the rocky shelf, Mario's survival chances were almost nonexistent. Heavy ...
Weekly Contest #329
Intrepid Tick-Tock Tick-Tock Tick-Tock Throughout the long night I sat in the dark bedroom listening to the relentless, staccato pulse of the grandfather clock. Tick-Tock Tick-Tock On top of the small desk before me is a loaded .22 caliber, Colt revolver. Reaching out, I softly caress the gun feeling its impersonal, cold blue steel. Tick-Tock Tick-Tock My head feels as though it is being squeezed in a giant vice. Everything is crushing in on me. The past few days have been a whirling blu...
Weekly Contest #328
The Box There are only three kinds of people in the world: Those who make things happen, Those who watch things happen, and Those who don't know what happened.Old proverb The door stood open beckoning me into The Box. I took off all my clothes, folded them carefully, and laid them on the ground. Then, as though I were Caesar crossing the Rubicon, I stepped inside, closed the door behind me, and slammed home the heavy, locking bolt.There is no turning back.I don't remember when I decided to build The Box. I do recall being in the backyard...
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