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Weekly Contest #299
PUSSYCAT CHATHello, Kitty, is that you? Oh good, I had hoped your number hadn’t changed. Yes, it’s Pussycat. How lovely to talk to you. It seems ages. I just wanted you to be the first to know that Owl and I have split up. Oh, I’ve got over it now. I realise it was a huge mistake. I mean, it was all very exciting to start with, and you know I never could resist a clever man, and he did have plenty of money and a beautiful boat. Yes, a boat. A forty foot yacht, actually. It sounds very exotic, I know. But, my dear! What a villainous shade of...
Weekly Contest #220
"Are you hungry?"That’s Jay, my brother. I’ve just woken up, and he’s come into my bedroom with my birthday card and a monster pack of Snickers, my all-time, world-championship favourite. I sit up in bed. "Hell, yes", I respond. I am starving most of the time. Well, I'm sixteen. Too bad that most of the foods I like best seem to end up in one gigantic zit right in the middle of my forehead. Of course, when I fell asleep, I was twenty-four, but eating for two, hungry all the time, three months gone with a lump in my s...
Weekly Contest #216
England has many a village like it, but we like to think that Little Wattlingham, hidden deep in the inner recesses of the Herefordshire countryside, is something special. If you want to pay us a visit, don't drive too fast. If you blink, you'll be through the village before you know where you are. And don't even think about stopping to ask for directions. The people who live here or hereabouts can be very secretive indeed. We have always prided ...
Weekly Contest #212
15th August 1945 America To: Christopher Cheshire, Oxford, England Dear Chris, I’m glad you got back from Germany in reasonable shape. It must have been Hell to be a POW. And I know what Hell is like – I’ve seen it. First the war with Germany, then the war with Japan after their attack on Pearl Harbour. Five years of destruction, killing and wasted lives. Finally, last week, Nagasaki. And now it’s all over, at long last. ‘Anti-Hero Hito’ has just announced that Japan has surrendered. It seems the Ja...
Weekly Contest #211
“This is Michael Thompson,” I said. “He tried to teach me German.” Viv did her utmost to look interested. We were visiting my old school, Repton, and it had been a three hour car journey on a hot summer’s day. There had been a formal reception for the alumni of fifty years ago. There had been speeches and toasts. We had been able to reintroduce ourselves to each other after half a century. There had been plenty of “Can you remember….?” We had recollected the personalities of our day – the Australian...
Weekly Contest #210
The Commander was at his work station. There was a lot to do. With a sigh, he absorbed the contents of the report he had requested: “From the Institute for Space Exploration To the Commander-in-Chief, Space Exploration. Honoured Sir, Planet 451.23 Our brief You have directed us to investigate this planet, its constituents and life forms, to determine whether it might be profitable for our people to visit it in the name of peace and commerce. Limitations on our investigation The subject planet is surrounded by a protective shi...
Weekly Contest #209
THE OPEN DOOR It happened 40 years ago, but the memory remains fresh in my mind. A newly-qualified young barrister, living in South Wales, I was on my way to Tredegar Magistrates Courts in the Rhondda Valley for a contested motoring case. I wasn’t thrilled at the thought of the day ahead of me. Like all young tyros, I liked to win, and the case I had studied the night before was a clear loser. The client was irrationally clinging to hope against what appeared to be overwhelming evidence. He was not alone in that, by ...
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