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Scott Christenson

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The Catch of the Day

Weekly Contest #370

31/08/2026 04h30 AZOT  The alarm clock behind Seaman Second Class António Silva‘s head went off like a hand grenade at 04:30. Jolted out of a deep dreamless sleep, that of the truly exhausted, he sat bolt upright in his bunk on the NRP Francisco de Almeida.  In the process he bumped his head against an overhead pipe. The pipe hissed, indicating that it, too, was a proud patriot of the Republic.  Antonios despair deepened as he stared at the orange and green Portuguese naval emblem emblazoned on the ship’s bulkhe...

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Last Call

Weekly Contest #369

On an overcast chilly Saturday in October, Contessa Eleonora moved into the apartment across from mine in Manhattan. At the time, I didn’t know she was a Contessa, just that she arrived with an absurd quantity of belongings and a regal confidence in the way she ordered about the half-dozen people carrying her things into the apartment. I watched through my peephole after being woken by the commotion.After a few minutes, I returned to bed. Working as an options salesman on Wall Street, I woke at 6:30 a.m. and returned home most nights after 9...

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The Greek Resistance

Weekly Contest #367

I’ve recently been fascinated with the life story of John Kiriakou, and what follows is a dramatized retelling of a real-life event drawn from his life. While grounded in historical fact, my retelling takes liberties with reconstructed dialogue and interior monologue to bring this historical episode to life. *** The question that occupied young John Kiriakou as he neared adulthood in small town Pennsylvania was simple: how can an ambitious young man, raised in a Greek-American family of modest means, find his place in the world? Fascina...

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A Visit to Yangshan

Weekly Contest #366

Part I: Serena’s POVMy first mistake is hitting snooze at seven. My second is lying awake, listening to my mother's treadmill whir while she sings along to Leslie Cheung's "Monica," the lyrics leaking from her earphones.I open my bedroom door and Theresa appears. "Good morning, Ma'am. Coffee or tea?""Not now, Theresa.""Yes, Ma'am."Theresa vanishes and I head to the kitchen to inspect the refrigerator myself.At twenty-nine, why am I still living at home? Technically, my parents can't stop me from leaving, but then who would take care of them?...

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Five Farces of Locally Sourced Ingredients

Weekly Contest #365

Berkeley, CaliforniaThe waiter approached the back table at Chez Vanisse and set the bread basket down with the gravity of a man delivering a prognosis.“My name is Henry and the sourdough starter for this bread,” he said, “was begun by Stephen in 2019, during his divorce. He feeds it only on Tuesdays while listening to Colin Stetson. You will taste the sadness, but also the hope.”The couple, Mark and Sheila, nodded nervously.“The butter,” Henry continued, “was churned by Gary’s niece, Adriana, before she left for Morocco to find herself. The...

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Diary of a Bro-caster

Weekly Contest #364

Ever since he was young, Zach liked to ask questions. At seven, asking his parents about the language the next-door neighbors spoke (it was Vietnamese) led to a fascination with foreign languages, and later studying Arabic in university. Asking a professor what companies hire students fluent in Arabic, led to him learning that without a geology degree, not many, but try the government. Asking every government department he could find if they had any job openings (multiple times a week) led to an HR person complimenting Zach on his tenacity, ...

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The Calm Before the Twitter Storm

Weekly Contest #363

As I sit at my window in Hoboken, snowed in and trying to focus on rewriting the final draft of Lindsey Graham’s memoir, my mind keeps slipping away to the shitstorm I had unleashed. Despite writing the (now posthumous) memoir of one of America’s most famous politicians, it was getting involved with a local, not even a real celebrity, Emma Larson, that caused my national disgrace.For you to understand what happened, I think I need to explain a few things.First, Emma Larson is one of those online zero-waste influencers, sort of a Brooklyn ver...

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RBS London – The 2:00 p.m. Alarm

Weekly Contest #360

Snippets from my childhood play out in a dream like a movie montage. “You only care about music and reading books; you’re going to be a failure,” my dad tells me. “If you want to be a success, you need to learn math,” my older brother advises. I ignore them, and then, years later, graduate with a degree in engineering and move to Wall Street to prove them wrong.I jolt awake and process where I am in an all-enveloping darkness. A London hotel room in late December with the curtains drawn. Recollections of flying in yesterday and struggling to...

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Cat's in the Cradle

Weekly Contest #358

“Nobody believed in me. That was their first mistake,” Zach told his wife Michelle, retelling the story about setting up a command bunker in Baghdad Iraq during the war.She smiled patiently. “You are an American hero. Now, can we please watch some TV?”He leaned back on their living room couch, and with her familiar warmth at his side, he felt deeply at peace. And that evening, for once, the three secure lines downstairs remained blessedly silent. From somewhere, the giggles of his daughter Isabella, drifted in, busy with whatever it was teen...

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A Fitting Tribute

Weekly Contest #355

For the robber, it felt fitting to steal from the Hoboken True Crime Podcast Club on the evening of Bob Horowitz’s wake. A touching tribute. A murder could have been even more appropriate, but one member was already dead, and the club’s numbers had shrunk to the point it was teetering on extinction.They were meeting on a Tuesday night as usual. “HTCPC” meetings were held on Tuesdays so they “wouldn’t interfere with anyone’s plans,” but, in truth, no one, had any other plans.Eight HTCPC members huddled around a table of in the back of Pete’s ...

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The Last Tide

Weekly Contest #353

The morning chill stung her face. The branches hung unnaturally still, a sharp reminder of how alone she was. Lalik was acutely aware that the broken branch grove was an unlikely choice of place to meet. It wasn’t safe to be alone in a land where predators roam. Her stomach churned; yet if she hadn’t come, she would lose her only chance to meet him alone.She felt a vibration in the air, an energy emanating from the birds in the branches, before he appeared. Abruptly, he burst out, full of impatience. Tight muscles rippled around sharp, bony ...

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The End of the Beginning

Weekly Contest #350

With an IQ of 145 and 800 on my SATs, I’ve never understood why Dad insists I’m “just a child in a grown man’s body.” Take action. Be a man. Do something with your life…blah blah blah.Amidst the vast entropy of the universe, what’s the point in working, or meeting the rigorous societal requirements to have a girlfriend, when I can simply stay at home in Antioch, thinking deep thoughts? (and playing the occasional game of League of Legends).At the present moment, I sit at the table in my family’s darkened kitchen, illuminated by a forest of g...

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The Milk Upstream — Hannah’s Diary

Winner of Weekly Contest #349 🏆

My hands were shaking worse than usual the day Todd Schultz first noticed me. Not from nerves, but from the milk. Twenty years of living downstream could do that to anyone.It all started when I was refilling the punch bowl at the Elkhart Lake community center's monthly dance night when he lumbered over. “I’m Todd. I’ve heard about you.”“What have you heard?”“That you're from downstream,” he said. “And that downstream girls know how to keep a man happy. That true?”I smiled the way that mom taught me, small and grateful. “I guess that depends ...

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The Atheists of Dayton

Weekly Contest #347

The heavenly aroma of freshly roasted Ethiopian Yirgacheffe wafted in the air as Jake, an aspiring sculptor, made latte after half-skim no-whip-oat-milk latte. He carefully etched his personal triangle design into the foam before sliding each cup across a polished counter to a waiting, thirsty customer.Cafe Kumagaya, the Japanese single-origin gourmet coffee emporium, felt like the most exotic place to work in Dayton, Ohio - at least until after you put in a few months of 12-hour shifts.As he fell into the rhythm of his work, and the morning...

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The #944 to Tabriz

Shortlisted for Contest #345 ⭐️

As the train departed Isfahan station, Amir reached into his suitcase and felt it. Pulling it out, he carefully examined the colorful shard of ceramic between his fingers, remembering its history.That morning, his apartment shuddered; dust and plaster raining down from the ceiling. He decided to leave before it was too late. As he hastily packed his suitcase, the yellow fragment glimmered on the floor and he plucked it up, a memento of the home he had lived in for seventeen years.The American bombings were unlike anything he had ever witness...

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