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Graham Kinross

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Gods Only Know

Weekly Contest #197

The God of Spirits, Hangovers and Blackouts came across his champion on the winding road. The deity’s skin was the gold of good whiskey. His breath was the vapour trail of bad vodka.“Here you are, my valourous knight.” The god appeared from the nowhere of an eternal party that other gods had been wise enough to leave before the cleanup started.Baulking at the vomit reeking breath of the golden god, the gangly teen turned away and screwed up his face.“I have need of your service, dear follower.” The god, Du Raunc spoke to a patch of air float...

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Stolen Blood and Form

Weekly Contest #196

Nuzzling against Lady Jezra Azt’s neck, Lord Kelvin Celsius smiled at the discovery of a freckle he had never seen before. Her ringed hand held tight in his hair as she talked. Kelvin struggled to listen as his senses absorbed every detail of her, lips kissing their way from her neck to her gasping mouth. Their eyes met, her knowing azure blue orbs invited his hazel portals to drink up the sight of her. Biting her lip, she closed her blue shadowed eyes and leaned towards him, pressing her chest to his. Lord Celsius could no longer tell if th...

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Election Fever: Leftie Lucy Vs Rye T Tie Tee

Weekly Contest #196

With the election just days away Leftie Lucy faces Rye T Tie Tea, a battle for the soul of the country. Never in the country’s circular history has the nation been so divided. Leftie has accused Rye T of importing voters from the 1940s to supplement his shrinking voter base. Tie Tea in turn asserts that Lucy has artificially inflated her numbers by giving every slice of avocado toast a vote. Capital Will, named for our forefather Will I Am the Read, looks like the scene of an impending battle to rival Sekigahara. Banners declaring Rye T the ...

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Falling Apart

Black droid arms carried the limp form of the dying detective away from mayhem, to a yellow panel on the wall.The battle in Garrett Xander Neilson Station’s domed central garden had become a slaughter that the mortals of Earth and Mars could not hope to survive. Being a space station in the middle of space’s endless nowhere, there were safety features for the possibility of a breach. Instead of trying to get survivors into individual suits in the moments that it would take the vacuum to swallow the air from the station, pop-up tent like stru...

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Crushing Defeat

TW: Guns and gore.Wet explosions of bullets hitting piled bodies covered the former detective Arthas Jacques with blood and viscera. Warriors of Earth and Mars, every government and major company were exchanging gunfire in Garrett Xander Neilson Station’s domed garden. Beyond multiple layers of glass and clear plastic the void waited hungrily for a chance to join them all.Mercenaries garbed in the heraldry of their band converged on the Martian fireteams. Some used grappling hooks and retractable cable to haul themselves into the air, all th...

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The Galloping Tree

“This seems really dangerous,” Sir Danielle Longbow said. She watched her wife, Lupita, preparing the magical experiment. Frosty winds of the northern summer whipped stubborn tufts of grass back and forth. A tree half dead lay on its side on the horizon. Two horses whinnied, straining at the ties that bound them to the twisted trunk. “Possibly. I talked it over with the curaduile. They think it has a high chance of success.” “And what would it create?” Sapphire blue eyes of the knight mirrored the cloudless sky above. Goosebumps on her hands...

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Murderous Mage

Weekly Contest #193

TW: swearing, necromancy and rhyming couplets. A mage took a stroll in a deep dark hood. A drunk saw the mage, and the mage looked good. “Why do you wander, cute little mage? Why twist your face with such awful rage?” “A man killed my friend mister drunk, it’s true. A man killed my friend, and I know it was you.” He had rotten teeth, in his rotten jaw. And the drunk gave the mage a hearty guffaw. He had gnawed nails on his twisted fingers, A vomitous reek that so often lingers. “Killed your friend, no mage, not I. I know of your ki...

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Right to Live

“I swear on all that’s holy, on my life, everything I am, have been and ever will be that I was born human. I don’t know how I ended up as a droid but I know my name was Mario Washington.” Metal fingers crunched into the wood of the witness stand.If he could only sweat it would have been running off him in waves.“Impossible. There is no such thing as a man becoming a droid. It’s impossible,” said the prosecution lawyer. “This entire case is a blatant waste of taxpayer money. The droid has no rights. He attacked his owner. He should be decomm...

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Standing Up for Himself

Weekly Contest #192

Contains: swearing and shelf stacking.Sceptical drunks watched him trip his way up to the stage, sniggering long before he grabbed the microphone.“Anyone else here done with being nice to people?” He cleared his throat, getting dead stares from the audience. “I worked in a bakery. A customer asked me if I could recommend anything. I recommend talking to someone else.” Somewhere in the gloom a noise of mild amusement declared itself the best encouragement he’d get for that snippet.Feeling the perspiration in his armpits spilling outward he th...

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Killer Capuchin

Weekly Contest #191

Wearing a fur collared kimono (which in Japanese refers to all traditional clothing), Shigeru braved the snow biting at his face. Fuka-gatsu, boots woven from barley straw kept his feet warm as they left deep imprints in the white powder. Looking up from the pristine ground before him rewarded Shigeru with a snowflake in the eye. He flinched, slipping on ice beneath the snow. His chestnut brown eyes blinked as he caught himself. Bone chilling cold snuck through his gloves in a heartbeat. Jumping back up, the hunter brushed the snow from his ...

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The Churl With the Flagon Tattoo

Weekly Contest #190

Brace yourself for: Swearing(lots of it), churlishness(it's in the title), violence. “I’ll have my revenge,” said Donny as he was carried from the inn by the ankle. “You haven’t heard the last of me.” “I bet,” said George. The burly man with tattoos of foxy ladies, lady foxes, and a chicken laying a dragon, tossed the drunk out onto the filthy cobbles of the road. “See you again tomorrow, Donny. Go home.” “I don’t have a home,” grumbled the man, slurring his words. “Have you tried not being a dick?” George asked. “Works just fine for ev...

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Justice Takes the Piss

Weekly Contest #190

TW: swearing, duh “Speak now or forever hold your pee,” said a judge made of flame and the burning feeling that you have when you’ve just vomited samples of every meal for the last week. “Don’t you mean speak now or forever hold your peace?” asked the defendant. He was the memory of a middle aged Caucasian man wrapped in a body of smoke and forgetfulness. “No, Saint, I do not. Every punishment is fitted to the psyche of the defendant. Apparently you have a mortal fear of wetting yourself. Hence, if found guilty, you will be forever suspend...

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Father Fox

Weekly Contest #189

Snowflakes caught amber beams of twilight. The fox called Father shivered on its trail through the woods. Stuttering wails echoed off trees as the vulpine wanderer felt the deep night wrap its clawing hand around the world. Infantile cries led the fox to two shivering forms intertwined. Bald little things looked into the sunset orange eyes of their savior. “Who are you?” asked Father as the children cowered away in the shadow of a banyan tree. Twined teeth chattered in the frost. “Unfinished creations of the gods? Where is your fur? No won...

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Arthas and the Admiral Go Out Shooting

Weekly Contest #188

Warning: guns and their inevitable consequences.Detective Arthas Jacques prodded the artificial skin that covered his new leg. It was lighter than the old one, stronger and had a built-in pistol holster.“So, what’s the catch?” asked the Martian Off World Crime detective, looking at his droid.“Besides the king’s ransom it costs?” asked the black Spectrum droid, the lights behind its eyes were emerald in colour as it spoke with its Dublin accent. “Rumour has it the manufacturer’s install kill switches in all of their tech so that it can never ...

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Old MacDonald Arrested

Shortlisted for Contest #187 ⭐️

Old MacDonald had a farm, and on that farm he was training animals to infiltrate the halls of power. Old MacDonald (72) was arrested dressed as a clown. He planned to snare the nation with delicious fast food laced with cocaine. It was Furball Fluffington who infiltrated the despot’s network. That cat sure wears the hell out of those boots, this reporter must say. The hat isn’t a bad look either. “I’ve been undercover on the farm for months now,” said Furball. “And on that farm he had a cow. The bovine was training for something involvin...

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