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Graham Kinross

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Arthas Brought a Droid to Dinner

Weekly Contest #166

TW: Murder, infidelity, guns, heavy makeup.The cuffed killer fidgeted in his seat. “I quit caffeine recently. I have fewer headaches now. Sleep better which is the most important thing,” said Mark Brigg. He bent his neck and strained to scratch his brownish-grey hair.            “Can you quit talking as well?” Detective Arthas Jacques asked with an Arab-French accent common to the Martian capital.            “My concentrati...

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The Detective and The Droid

Weekly Contest #165

TW: Murder, swearing, shooting, David Bowie.Detective Arthas Jacques knelt to see the strangulation bruises around the victim’s neck.            “It doesn’t make any sense,” said the freight hauler’s manager, Kyle. “Paul was the only one on board. He couldn’t have strangled himself, could he?” The man in the red and orange boiler suit was sweating profusely.            “No. This isn’t an elaborate suicide,” said Jacques. “I...

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A Father's Love Has Two Blades

Weekly Contest #165

TW: Mentions of abuse and some swearing.“Detective Nunez had recently been promoted from the rank of officer. He has admitted to a string of assaults against registered paedophiles near his home. Several of the men were left unable to function psychologically. One committed suicide shortly after being attacked.” I read from my phone.            “Why did he do it?” Billie asks, bouncing baby Tina on her lap. “Even if he isn’t convicted, his career is over.”    &nb...

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Romea and Julian

Weekly Contest #164

TW: Violence and domestic abuse.“Where I come from, you watch the water from the inside of the bridge, not the outside.” I said it as a joke. The moment Romea turned I saw that there was nothing to joke about.            “Julian?” She asked. She had a bruise across her face in the yellow light of the streetlamps. “Stay back.”            “What happened?” I asked her. My brown eyes absorbed the awful sight of a mark that was ...

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Sex, Drugs, and Bunny Rabbits

Weekly Contest #164

TW: Exactly what it says on the bottle. Alice popped a pill bottle and dropped a lump of white something into my hand.             “Go on. They’re awesome.” She smiled but all I saw was her nose ring. She wore a rainbow lined with faux fur. Her fingerless gloves had inspired the Lonely Island anthem. The lady of chaos threw the pill into her mouth and gulped it down.             “Are they yours?” I asked. Reading the labe...

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Breeding Coins

Weekly Contest #164

Cold, crap covered cobbles assaulted Neville’s nose. Rubbing his filthy hands together, he watched his breath mist the air.            “Keep up, Neville Cobbler, when the door to the workhouse closes you starve. If you want a meal, you turn the wheel.”            “I know, Albert, I know. Quit using my full name. You’re my brother, not my father.” He ran to keep up with the boy whose strong gait belied years of hard labour.&...

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All Tied Up and Nowhere to Go

Weekly Contest #163

TW: Swearing and Ninja Sex Party references. Chords around Esmerelda’s wrists cut into her flesh. Her captor paced the basement, glancing at her intermittently. A single candle lit the space. The flame danced, threatening to quit at a moment’s notice.             “What are you waiting for, fang face?” She asked. “Are you going to kiss me or not? Don’t leave me in suspense.”             “I never kiss… girls,” said the vamp...

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Red Against Blue

Weekly Contest #163

TW: War, violence, death. Smoke told of downfall. Changing flags represented the end of an era. Red and yellow fire banners of the Isotope empire had become the blue and green waves of the Republic of Entropa.             Kareen saw none of it. “Beautiful morning, isn’t it?”             “Yes mother,” said Anna. “A great day to celebrate the anniversary of the empire.” The daughter didn’t have the heart to tell her imperia...

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Love Between the Sheets

Weekly Contest #163

TW: Sex They met on the stairs. Hearts beating a drumroll.             “Kiss me,” he commanded.             After looking around, she leaned forwards. A lusty smile spread across her lips. Four blue eyes closed as their lips met.             “We shouldn’t,” she whispered, pulling away.             “Isn’t...

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Talking to a Toastie

Weekly Contest #162

I had to go mad. It was the only sensible option. The weekly grilled cheese entered under the door.“Thank you, Dory. You make the best cheese toastie in my world. Then again. My world extends from this wall to that,” I gave the painted door a smile. It smiled back as it always did. Stoic would describe the metal door. It was always there to listen, never said a word.My withered hands picked at the paper around the toasted sandwich. “My, aren’t you beautiful.”“Hands off, buddy. You’re not my type.” It was the grilled cheese, toasted slices ba...

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Lead Salad Anyone?

Weekly Contest #162

“It’s perfectly tender now,” said the mother. “Peeling off the bone. Just how you like it.”            “Not overcooked, I hope,” said the father. A dribbling tongue scraped across chapped lips.            Flames licked at the meat on the spit, turning black and glistening with fat. Splitting, cracking sounds from the fire echoed back from the silhouettes of the trees around the clearing. Stars winked down from the distant p...

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I Love You Too

Weekly Contest #161

“Redundant?” Harry asked. He melted into the plastic chair that had replaced the usual metal one, in front of the boss’s desk.             “Yes, Harry. I’m very sorry. The company is cutting back. The decision was made based on sales. It’s nothing personal.” The man brought in to give the news wore a plain white shirt and a soft smile. “You’ll receive a year and a half of your salary in the redundancy package. The company will provide you with a glowing reference. This action is not...

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J-Wocking

Weekly Contest #161

TW:Swearing, hunting, and references of a pop-cultural nature. “That’s why you never go outside? Because you were bitten?” Esmerelda asked Merl, her ghillie.             He shrugged. “Four more dawns and I’d be a monster for the rest of my life. Staying down here doesn’t seem so bad compared to that.” He chugged whiskey from the bottle.             Darren looked away from Merl’s gnarled face. Esme’s son looked up to the g...

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A Series of Unfortunate Accidents

Weekly Contest #161

TW: Swearing, mention of murder and various improbable injuries.“You really think all of these are accidents?” I asked the Chief of Police, Alan Morcom.            “Of course, what else would they be, Inspector Cole?” He asked, taking a sip of coffee from a mug labelled, World’s Best Grandad.            “Ridiculous? Impossible?” I said.            “What’s so imposs...

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Coital Drought

TW: Swearing and sexual frustration. “Hello, Darkness, my old friend,” said Shawn the illusionist.             “Please don’t,” Darkness replied. “The number of people who’ve said that in the night. I cringe every time.”             “I wanted to ask you for some advice,” said the blue-eyed mortal.             The chalk white entity dressed in a sequined suit leane...

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