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Graham Kinross

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021

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My Touch Meant Death

Submitted to Contest #160

My touch meant death, but I needed a hug. I was the child of murder and malice, looking for love and kindness.             The world opened its arms to me at first. Who denies a crying child affection? I was their image of innocence, no matter where I went. They would hold me. My touch paralysed. That innermost need for affection always hoped that I’d finally found someone who held me tight because they wanted me. I felt them still. Cold death covered them and chilled my skinny bone...

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Prisoner 0004

Submitted to Contest #160

            “You can talk to him, but not for more than ten minutes. Don’t look at him. If he makes eye contact with you, we will have to shoot you.” The chief warden didn’t look at Alex Jeffries. Footsteps from their black boots echoed off the stone walls in the dark tunnel. Algae grew unchecked on the dank grey blocks.            “What about him?” Alex asked. The warden hadn’t made eye contact since telling him he’d been ...

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Let the Joy Rain Down

Submitted to Contest #160

TW: Swearing, slow dancing, gratuitous descriptions of love. Everything is up in the air. All I know for certain is I love her and I’m not letting this life go without a fight. She gives me the foundation to build my life upon.             Now that it might all be taken away, I’m looking at her more. I’m wondering why I ever left this apartment. Billie’s smile is my sunlight. Her hand in mine is my racing heart. Her arms around me are the joy I never knew was possible. Her scent i...

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Catch You Later

Submitted to Contest #159

TW: Swearing, sucking blood and speeding. The undead poser typed in the numbers on the ATM slow enough for her to see.             “Withdraw as much as you can,” Esmerelda ordered, gun aimed at his balls.             “And you’ll let me go, now that you have the card?” He was a pitiful excuse for a vampire. Nothing like the kung fu masters that seemed to spring up in Sunnydale. It was almost too easy.    &nb...

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Down in the Dark, Where the Hunters Lark

Submitted to Contest #159

TW: Swearing, guns and black mold. Esmerelda banged a sack of skulls down on the bar. The barman looked at her with disgust.             “You know we don’t conduct business here Es, take them through the back.” He pushed open the door beside him printed with the words STAFF ONLY. The door creaked on brass hinges. Behind it was a room of kegs and bottles. Behind that, another door.             Hammering the reinforced door...

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Double Murder Al Fresco

Submitted to Contest #159

TW: Swearing, sexual references and whitened teeth.Sitting across the table from her, the two boys tried to show themselves in the best light. The pale jock shifted uneasily beneath the parasol of the restaurant, trying to keep his fair skin from the sunlight.            “So let me get this straight, you both like me. One a vampire.” The broad-shouldered boy with a devilish grin and sparkling canines nodded. “And one is a werewolf?” The gangly one with blonde stripes through his bro...

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Interview with the Vigilante

Submitted to Contest #158

Detective Nunez sips coffee, looking around my apartment as if he’s just a visitor.             “Congratulations on your promotion,” I say. “Officer to Detective, that’s a promotion, isn’t it?” My voice is dead. I keep looking at Billie. Why is she messed up in this? Why did I think I could live a happy life?             “First I want to say congratulations to you,” he says, smiling. He aims an open palm at Billie’s convex ...

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Meeting Death at MacDonalds

Submitted to Contest #158

Mike was high as a kite that had binged PCP. He always seemed to do his best work when he was stoned, though his many former employers disagreed.             Between volleys of bullets, he stumbled and wobbled his way through enemy fire, clicking his fingers. The multiverse was a continuous carousel of universes. Clicking on one hand took him one way, clicking the other hand took him back.             Putting in the work to...

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Smoking Kills

Submitted to Contest #158

TW: Sex, swearing and spontaneous dance.Kirsten’s smile was the evil black of an aching tooth that lived to cause pain. She was the absence that smirks as cars veer of the road in the night. Invisible.            The lovers broke from a kiss with ‘fuck me now’ lust in their eyes. They were youth and beauty. They were hope and health. Kirsten couldn’t resist. The cigarettes and lighter sat on the hood of his car, waiting. Some people like their bacon smoked. Some vampires feel the sa...

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Empress of Fire and Bone

TW: Swearing and battles. The Nameless Knights were outnumbered ten to one. Five hundred warriors against five thousand of the dead. Sulphur stink filled the air. Black skeletons ran at them with inhuman head, covered head to toe with orange flame.             “HOLD THE SPEARS HIGH.” Sir Danielle Longbow’s voice was a hoarse roar as the hordes of flaming infernoste charged into the funnel. Magical trees had been planted in a ring around the camp. The curaduile trees were the army’...

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Bleeding Love

Submitted to Contest #157

Striding onto a stage in a suit made from a disco ball and the smooth silk of Barry White’s last breath, the host raised the mic to his lips and winked into camera one.             “Hello one, hello all. Love is here and it’s time to fall!” His classic catchphrase drew raucous applause from a crowd of men and women strapped into their seats to stop them rushing the stage.             Teeth whiter than a diamond bought with ...

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Fighting Fire With Firearms

Submitted to Contest #156

“Sir Calum Sorley killed five flaming monsters saving Sir Longbow’s life,” whispered a woman in the city bathhouse in Leonor.             “I heard it was ten,” said the woman next to her. Both grey haired women were naked as the day they were born, as was everyone else.             “You’re both wrong,” said Danielle Longbow, who had heard the whole conversation while she pretended to sleep in the soothing waters. “It was tw...

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The Toll of Violence

TW: Swearing Fire painted illusions of a dying empire. Sir Danielle Longbow watched crowds of screaming men, women and children consumed by the inferno.             Don’t you remember? Asked the blazing spectre. Don’t you remember who you were? Who was I? Tell me!             Heat from the Messiah of Fire and Bone set Danielle’s tabard aflame.            &nb...

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Multiverse Mike

Submitted to Contest #156

TW: Swearing. A featureless, sexless being of pure black light held my hands and told me I would be a wanderer. Clicking my fingers would take me to the next universe. Clicking the other fingers would take me back. With no more explanation, the multiversal god vanished. I stood alone in the car park of a fast-food restaurant, drunk. “Yeah right,” I said, clicking my fingers. Night became day. Tarmac became a field of red poppies. I became the multiverse’s biggest moron. I could only click the fingers of my right hand. ...

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Love Is a Con

Submitted to Contest #156

TW: Swearing and sexual references. Darius Reaching across the table, Darius told the first lie of the evening to his date.             “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone looking as beautiful as you do now in my entire life.” In his mind, the image of a girl from his high school superimposed itself over the woman smiling in candlelight. “I love that dress,” he said, entirely indifferent to the rich blue she wore.           &nbs...

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