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Weekly Contest #257
Had I known I was about to destroy the world, I would have kept my glasses on. The lady working the coffee shop cash register, Rebecca, wore a low-cut blouse. I’ve come here every Thursday morning for the last five years and have never seen her display cleavage. She has changed hair styles, necklaces, and lipstick, but her taste in shirts has been consistent. To avoid the temptation of a subtle glance, or God forbid outright staring, I removed my glasses and slipped them into my jacket pocket. “Good morning, Fezziwig,” Rebecca said as I app...
Weekly Contest #256
Has your mind ever gone completely blank? Probably. But has your mind ever blanked onstage in front of 2,000 people? Not to mention the twelve television cameras broadcasting a live feed to another fifteen million people in three different countries.That was a fun Thursday night.I should have been the youngest person ever to win the Continental Spelling Masters. Instead, I will be a footnote on some Wikipedia page. Fourteen-year-old Myles Jasper holds the unique distinction of being the only participant in the history of this spelling bee wh...
Weekly Contest #255
A stream of hot tears showered the linoleum floor, washing away a layer of grime at Robert Dey’s feet. His socks and sandals were damp, and his oversized Hawaiian shirt billowed as he convulsed, hunched over, in the old steel chair. Another half dozen mustard yellow padded seats formed a semi-circle around Robert, occupied by the sympathetic faces of other middle-aged men. Sobbing and an oscillating fan were the only sounds to echo off the exposed beams of the church basement. The air was humid, like stepping off a plane in a tropical desti...
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