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Weekly Contest #344
The Progress spacecraft was the first human-made vessel to reach a quarter of the speed of light. It was designed and built as part of a highly advanced space exploration program to test the limits of current technology and expand our understanding of space. This mission was not only a major technological milestone but also a strategic step toward the larger goal of exploring distant star systems and searching for habitable exoplanets. Specifically, The Progress was designed to reach Proxima b, the closest known exoplanet to Earth. On March...
Weekly Contest #338
Jack Sparrow made his way to the podium, greeted by warm applause from his colleagues, friends, and family, all gathered in the elegantly decorated salon. The room was filled with colorful ribbons, balloons, and bouquets of flowers, creating a lively, joyful atmosphere for the special occasion. It was a celebration of his retirement, a milestone he had eagerly awaited. As he marched toward the podium, he felt a deep sense of pride and nostalgia, grateful for the journey that had brought him there. When he finally reached the podium, Jack gen...
Weekly Contest #337
Jero was asleep on his inexpensive bed in his small, cramped room, which measured only about six square meters. The space was cluttered with a jumble of belongings he had gradually accumulated since moving in. Suddenly, he jolted awake at the sharp ping of a voice message notification. He wondered who had sent it as he stirred. He blinked blearily and asked, "What time is it?""It's 6:05," Alice, his companion AI, replied."Who could have sent me a message at this hour?""It's from Petro," Alice replied. "Should I open it?"Although he desperate...
Weekly Contest #335
The prison guard directed Edgar into an interview room and asked him to take a seat. The room was sparsely furnished, with two metal chairs and a table with nothing on it. As he tried to pull a chair out and sit, he noticed it was bolted to the floor, but it didn't startle him; all the chairs, benches, and tables in the facility were bolted down. He obediently sat and stayed silent."The shrink will be here soon," the guard said, then left the room, locked it, and stood guard outside it. After Edgar settled into the cold metal chair, he began...
Weekly Contest #326
At 4:30 pm, thirty minutes after the prison's scheduled visiting hours ended, Jack Green was summoned to the visiting area. If this had been any other day, he would have been surprised by the call. Still, given that he was scheduled for execution the next morning by lethal injection, it was a usual exception for inmates who were facing their creator the next day. Reluctantly, he left his confined cell, escorted by two guards, and trudged toward the visitation area. Their footsteps echoed along the cold, gray walls of the prison corridor, a r...
Weekly Contest #323
I first noticed her on the train a little over a year ago, and from that very first moment, she left a lasting impression on me. She looked stunning, with a look that was both eye-catching and effortlessly elegant. Her style was a wonderful blend of trendy and casual, showing good taste. Her demeanor radiated poise and grace; she carried herself with natural confidence and ease, as if it came second nature to her. She appeared calm and self-assured, creating a composed and likable presence that naturally drew people in. I found myself unable...
Weekly Contest #321
"Good evening. I'm Graham Finch, and I warmly welcome each of you to another exciting Sunday night episode of The Debate. It's always a pleasure to have you tuning in for another session of The Debate, where we cover some of the most thought-provoking topics of the day. Tonight, we're exploring the fascinating and complex topic of morality, a theme that influences every aspect of our lives, from everyday decisions to our most profound beliefs and values. We're truly honored to welcome a distinguished panel of guests this evening. First and f...
Weekly Contest #319
It was dawn, and the sky was brightening with soft shades of pink and orange as the first gentle rays of the sun touched the horizon. As David veered off the Great Ocean Road onto a less-traveled, rough, and gravelly road toward the visitors' parking lot for the famous Twelve Apostles viewing platform at a speed above the limit, the car skidded on the loose gravel. The vehicle fishtailed left and right several times before he regained control, but because his mind was filled with gloomy thoughts, he paid no attention to his reckless driving....
Weekly Contest #314
Former Navy SEAL sergeant David Harris sat in a luxury leather recliner at Dr. Wright's office, a well-known psychologist respected for his compassionate approach and extensive research on PTSD. The room was spacious and tastefully decorated in calming shades like muted blues and soft greens, accented with minimalist artwork featuring abstract designs and soothing nature scenes, creating a peaceful and inviting atmosphere. Soft, indirect lighting came from hidden fixtures along the edges of the walls, casting a gentle, diffuse glow that enha...
Weekly Contest #313
It was a cold, sunny day in July in Melbourne, a city typically known for its unpredictable weather. While many parts of the world experienced scorching heatwaves, Melbourne was uncomfortably cold for that time of year, with a brisk breeze adding to the chill. The sun shone brightly, illuminating patchy cumulus clouds in the blue sky. Despite this, the temperature remained surprisingly low, prompting residents to wear their winter jackets as they went about their daily activities. Mark, carrying two steaming large takeaway cups of coffee, w...
Weekly Contest #312
Megan used the key hanging from her lanyard around her neck to unlock her apartment's door. The once shining golden key was now dull and worn out. The lock had been acting up ever since she moved in, often sticking or refusing to turn fully. Over time, the problem worsened, and she had to spend extra minutes fiddling with the key—twisting it left and right, pulling it out and reinserting it until the tiny dents in the key's blade matched the lock's biting pattern, allowing her to open or lock the door. This daily routine had become tiresome,...
Weekly Contest #297
The clock on the wall read 5:10 AM. The dark sky, once a deep navy, gradually lightened, signaling the approach of dawn. Alexander had spent most of his working life as a bus driver, typically starting his shifts before sunrise, especially during the colder months when the days were shorter. He favoured the sunrise over the sunset, probably because it leads into the day instead of the night. However, everything changed when he was diagnosed with lung cancer, which ultimately compelled him to stop working and focus on his treatment. After end...
Weekly Contest #293
My father and I were sitting in the car with the engine idling for over ten minutes, waiting for my mother to arrive. My mother's second cousin, who recently moved from Singapore to Sydney with her husband and young daughter, invited us to dinner. It's worth noting that my mother is a Singaporean, while my father is a white Australian. His family originally comes from Scotland, having moved to Australia for a better life, likely to escape the dreadful Scottish weather. "What is your mother doing, Jess?" Dad broke the silence and asked. ...
Weekly Contest #290
On a busy street in the city's heart, nestled between high-end boutiques and trendy coffee shops, was an old yet charming bookshop named "The Hidden Words." It was beneath a small shopping mall with designer stores. In an age dominated by electronics and mobile devices, this bookshop somehow managed to hold on to its customers and avoided the fate of most bookshops in the city, which either closed or began selling stationery and other novelty items besides books. It was Tuesday, and like every Tuesday, John walked down the stairs of the book...
Weekly Contest #288
As she had been trained, Elara systematically checked the integrity of her spacesuit and its comms one last time before starting the airlock sequence. "I'm ready, John," she informed the station commander. Colonel John Wood, a veteran Air Force pilot and experienced astronaut, had served as the International Space Station commander for the past year. John had spent more time in space and zero gravity than anyone else on the space station."You're clear to go," John replied, watching her movements on his monitor 40 meters away in the command c...
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