Astronauts Cautiously Opened the Newly Installed Solar Wings on the Space Station After

Astronauts Cautiously Opened the Newly Installed Solar Wings on the Space Station After

Infer 300

Astronauts cautiously opened the newly installed solar wings on the space station after replacing a bolt that had been put in the wrong way.

A highlight of the mission, the long, careful process of unfurling the panels began the morning after the repair was made. The solar panels, which look like the glistening wings of a dragonfly, provide electric power for the space station.

Infer 400

Before MP3s, CDs, and even cassettes, people listened to music on vinyl records. That is to say, people listened to vinyl records until they disappeared from most stores in the 1980s. Records didn't disappear because people didn't like them, or because they weren't as good as the newer formats. They disappeared because most music companies stopped making them. Music companies stopped making records because they knew they could make more money off of the newer formats.

As a result, the consumer is left with CD covers that are so small that he or she can barely see the artwork. The CDs he or she finds in these covers are longer than records, and as such, contain bloated albums that have on them five good songs and fifty minutes of filler. This didn't happen with records, which usually held around forty minutes of music. If the consumer doesn't like CDs, he or she can use MP3s. MP3s come with even smaller artwork, if there's any artwork at all. Also, since MP3s are just strings of computer code, the consumer risks losing his or her entire music collection if his or her computer crashes. Meanwhile, records, which have less room for filler and can't be lost in a computer crash, are unfortunately collecting dust in homes across the United States.

Infer 500

Martin turned on his walkie-talkie as he got out of the car. From the street, he could see there were several holes in the roof of the house and two broken windows. He had to push the door hard to open it, and the noise startled some animal that ran out the open backdoor. There was charred wood in the fireplace and fast-food wrappers littered the floor. Had Connie eaten one of those hamburgers? Judging by the size of the footprints in the dust on the floor, it seemed unlikely, but the neighborhood kids said they had seen a girl their age hanging around this address.

Shadowy Flashes 400

Daedalus was a great architect and sculptor in Greek mythology. According to one myth, he made wax wings for himself and his son Icarus to escape from the island of Crete. Daedalus warned Icarus, "Do not be reckless. Be wise, not bold. Take a course midway between heaven and earth. If you fly too high, the sun will scorch your feathers. And if you fly too low, the sea will wet them. Take me for your guide. Follow me and you will be safe."

Delighted with flying, Icarus grew careless as they flew over the sea. He forgot his father's warning and flew too close to the sun. Icarus' wings got too hot and melted as he tried to escape. Icarus crashed into the sea and was lost.

Plot of Fun 300

Murphy had never seen so much clutter in one place. Although he had checked the room number, he was convinced it was just a storeroom and not the place that would have the records he needs. Murphy started to return to the main corridor, but then he noticed the top of the clerk’s head behind a stack of files. The man looked up from what he was doing and asked, “May I help you?”

Murphy eyed the clutter in the room. Truth was he wasn’t sure that the clerk could help him at all. He needed verification of a tax ID number. How could the clerk find anything in this mess?

Murphy stepped back and looked at the room number once again. “No, no, I have the wrong room,” Murphy lied and walked down the hall. Maybe I can do this on the Internet, he thought as he pushed open the glass door to the main corridor.

Infer 400/ A La Carte 500

The Tail
Julie immediately slipped on her new pants the moment she got out of bed. Still in her pajama top, she strutted in front of the mirror. They were just like Michelle’s, the prettiest girl in the seventh grade. She stuck one leg out to admire the way they fit her own leg. Denise is going to be so jealous, she thought.
At breakfast she showed her mom three tops that went with the new pants. Her mom picked the yellow one and suggested she comb her hair back. “And take those studs out and wear something that dangles,” Julie’s mom called after her as she went back to her room to change.
Waiting for the school bus, Julie’s friend Lola complimented her on her outfit. “Where’d you get those earrings?” she asked.
Before Julie could answer, Derek, Lola’s ninth-grade brother, came up behind her and thumped one of her earrings. “Got a hot date today?” he teased her.
Julie thought Derek was cute, but he always treated her like she was his little sister, too. At least he noticed my outfit, she thought.
Lola rolled her eyes. “Like you’d know what a hot date was,” she said.
In the halls before class, all Julie’s friends complimented her, and she gleamed, enjoying every word. At lunch, she went in the restroom. Several of the popular eighth graders were in there, and they made a point of ignoring her. Julie went in one of the stalls, and when she came out, unknown to her, a long piece of toilet paper was stuck to the bottom of her shoe.
As she walked toward the cafeteria, several of the boys snickered. That’s odd, she thought, but she just ignored them. The same eighth grade girls she had seen in the restroom turned away, laughing. Suddenly Derek rushed up behind her and said, “You seem to have grown a tail since this morning. It doesn’t really go with your outfit.”
When Julie turned around, she glimpsed the toilet paper and blushed. As she reached down to pull it off, Derek put his foot on the tail and pulled it off her shoe.
“Thanks, Derek,” Julie said. “I can’t believe those other kids didn’t tell me.”
He winked at her. “What are friends for? Let’s have lunch."

Plot a Fun 500

The Movie Day
by A. Gautam
Movie day was my favorite time of the month. This time, my dad was taking the whole family to see Tale of Tarot. I'd always wanted to be like Tarot, the 14-year-old girl who saved the world. Tarot's dad was a red-haired superhero and my dad was no less. I loved the way my dad's wavy red hair flowed in the air and his deep hazel eyes glowed in the sunlight. He had a soft heart for a big guy.
As soon as we reached the theater, Mom had her hands full with Tara and Derrick, my five-year-old twin siblings. I detangled myself from the mess of my seatbelt and saw that Dad was already at the ticket window. The movie was going to start in five minutes, so I was hoping Tara wouldn't see the refreshment stands. Unfortunately, Tara was eagle-eyed and saw the popcorn from yards away.
"Daddy, kettle-cooked!" Tara yelled at the top of her lungs. Dad smiled. Tara would cry throughout the movie if she didn't get some popcorn, and nobody wanted that.
"Alright, kiddos, I'll be back in a jiffy," Dad said, giving in. I followed Dad to the popcorn stand, where other parents were yielding to kids' demands. I just knew we were going to miss the first five minutes, and the opening scene was supposed to be the best part of the movie. Never had I hated popcorn more. Why does Tara have to be so spoiled? I whined to myself.
As soon as he could, Dad bolted from the stand, motioning for me to follow him inside the theater. We flowed with the swarm of last-minute moviegoers. I did my best to trail Dad through the dark hallway.
My last scrap of hope vanished as I spotted Tarot on the big screen. The opening scene was now long over. I watched Tarot swing her sword on top of a snowy mountain and plopped down into my seat. I tried to connect the dots of the plot, but my eyes were fruitlessly trying to find Tarot between the multiple heads blocking my view. Two kids were yelling about 10 rows ahead of me. Then, the biggest guy in the world got up from his seat to look around for something, and if that wasn't distracting enough, a woman seated next to the kids began to shriek.
I couldn't understand a word they were saying.
"Dad, tell them to be quiet," I whispered in my dad's ears. Then, I heard a strange rough voice in my ears.
"Who are you?" a blonde man with blue eyes asked, as bits of popcorn dropped from his mouth.
Suddenly, I understood what the commotion ahead of me was all about. My family was calling my name.