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This is a heads-up for a contest by something called the Centre for Quantum Technologies based out of Singapore.
It is a short story writing contest with prizes up to $2000 Singapore Dollars (currently about 80% the value of USD). They are looking for stories up to 1000 words. There are already lots
of stories on the website and most are fun and lighthearted.
I am currently doing casual research before submitting an entry, and am posting this here to encourage other users to aswell!
Short Story Contest
http://shorts.quantumlah.org/
[rcarty, Aug 02 2013]
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If they would only take poetry, that $2K would
certainly be in my pocket. As it stands, I'll have to
dust off that Double Slit Experiment screenplay and
see if I can convert it into a short story. |
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I have already not entered. |
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Hey thanks [rcarty]!
I've been mulling over a new idea that would fit the bill nicely. Getting a thousand words out of the premise might pose a problem though... |
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You don't suppose they would take a picture _worth_ a thousand words do you? |
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Thanks for the encouragement, rcarty. I am already halfway aswell! Though that will not make it easier to fit into my quantum shorts. |
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A subatomic particle is confronted by its own image. Bosons
and fermions have I none, but that particle's baryon is my
baryon's saxion. What particle am I? |
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//ultimately, there is no casuality. |
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Well, they just changed the name to A&E. |
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All this talk of bosons is giving me a fermion! |
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Maybe there is a category for painful puns and wordplay. |
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(Borrowed from online somewhere) A scientist comes home
from work after conducting his quantum experiments. It's
bedtime, and so as normal, he goes up to his children's
room.
He's tucking in his son, who says "Did you check for
monsters under my bed?" The scientist gets down and
looks under the bed, and finds his son, the same one,
quaking and quivering with fear, who whispers,
"Dad, there's somebody in my bed!". |
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"There's someone in my bed and he's scaring me". |
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