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Weekly Contest #231
The quarter sized hole in the window allowed each season to seep into the workshop. Ellie could have easily repaired the glass, but she hadn’t. The glass cracked more each year, though it had yet to break loose from the frame. The frost encouraged the hairline fractures to grow and deepen, cracking like thin ice. Each year couples and new families spent their summer holidays on the island. They rented cabins along the beach, took tours of the lighthouse, and came to Ellie’s workshop. They would leave the island with a sunburn and a glass blo...
Weekly Contest #227
I put the coffee mug in front of you. It’s your favorite mug, the one with that stupid over-grown mouse on it. I open the thermos and fill the mug with hot chocolate, leaving enough room for seven mini marshmallows. Seven is a magical number, you used to say. Now you say nothing at all. I know that under the snow are the fragments of the mug I brought you last year. I can see a white spot of pulverized porcelain against the granite. At first, I thought kids might be doing it, breaking the mugs every time, until your mother came. ...
Weekly Contest #184
“Houston, we have a problem.” “It’s not funny. It’s never been funny.” “Come on, Houston.” “I know you’re upset, but it wasn’t your fault.” They looked down. On the bottom of a custom-built perch was a beautiful, dead parrot. “Do you think my boss is going to care? I was supposed to take care of Apollo. I had one job.” “Technically, two.” “If we don’t figure this out, I’m going to have no job. Please just focus, Eric.” “I’m focused,” Eric said. He laughed but tried to cover it with a cough. “I’m going to lose my job and you’re laugh...
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