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Weekly Contest #370
A soft knock at the door of his study caused Robert E Lee to lift his head from the desk, where he'd just finished writing to his sister, explaining why he could no longer remain an officer in the United States Army.“Colonel Lee, may I enter?”Lee stood, staring at the stranger standing at the door.“Do I know you, sir?”“You do not, sir. I wish to discuss your decision to resign your commission and place yourself at Virginia's service. ““I have explained myself to President Lincoln’s envoy, Mr. Blair. I do not wish to entertain any further dis...
The low hum of the containment grid shifted into a bone-rattling shriek.“We don’t have time for this!” Joe shouted as he slammed his palm onto the primary console, overriding a minor warning toggle just to clear the display. “The containment field is down to twelve percent and dropping! We need a decision now, not a committee to discuss the ramifications!”“Calm down, Joe,” Ella said, not lifting her eyes from her screen as she cross-referenced readings with pre-approved responses listed in the manual. The pulsing red emergency strobes bathed...
Weekly Contest #369
Jamal took the last framed photograph off the wall and placed it next to the cardboard box on his desk. He looked at it closely, not knowing why he’d left that one until last.He stepped back from the desk and the pile of mementos, looked around the bare walls of the office, and sighed softly.Charlie stuck his head into the office, coffee cup in hand. “How’s it going, Master Chief?”“Just finishing packing the last couple of boxes. You can send the working party in and have them cart all of it out to my car once I’m done.”“Roger that, Master C...
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