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Jayke Luland

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Wilting on the Edge of Polite Society.

Weekly Contest #354

Chapter 1 1879 There is a cave in a forgotten stretch of the Americas. It’s unheard of, unexplored, undocumented. Brush grows as thick as the men who seldom wander through here; the fanged teeth of the beasts patrolling these parts keep most folks from staying long. Brown shrubbery, dead leaves, sticks, and droppings cover the ground. It’s the sort of place you’d ride past without giving it a second look. On a blustery autumn day, Cornel Morton stumbled on this cave. He was half out of his mind. Looking down at his swollen leg, he drew on ev...

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Something's Rising

Weekly Contest #342

(CONTENT WARNING: War AND Sexual Themes)On the dreary, wet morning on the Western Front, a stiff breeze sweeps across the trenches. The intense fighting has subsided to an occasional spurt of gunfire. This morning’s only war is a lively game of cards. Most games end in heated arguments.‘That’s 21, mate. Did they teach you maths in Queensland?’‘What sort of addition are you doing, brother?’A slew of rifles encircles them, propped in the dirt like fenceposts. The steel makes the surrounding soldiers antsy. For the Australian troops, it’s a cha...

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Robbers

Weekly Contest #339

(Warning: Graphic sex scenes, gore, and mature themes)Lucinda sits alone in her kitchen. She has a big bottle of orange juice; she’s been going hard on it lately. It’s her little escape from the misery of her early twenties. With bills piling up like the bundle of nail clippings left behind by her useless partner, Jack, she is bereft of energy. She can’t put anything towards the Fiji trip or a home deposit. Even a few new wardrobe items are a carefully budgeted endeavour. Being an adult sucks, and Lucinda feels it like a parasitic infestatio...

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At the Lords Bequest

Weekly Contest #338

CW: Mature themes 1886It is late in the afternoon in Longbend. A dust storm is coating the town with coarse dirt, dusting the settlement like a decorative cake. Travellers have settled down for the night, opting to avoid the weather. They’re treating themselves to the many sins of the town, booze, whores, gambling, the lot. They indulged in every vice under this unrelenting Western sun.In the town’s small church, a group of men had gathered with Father Manchester, trying their best to avoid such temptations. These were troubled men, but men ...

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In the Name of Salvation

Weekly Contest #337

In the name of Salvation The year is 1898. America is beginning to industrialize. The West is dying; scoundrels are trying to claim the last vestiges of their former lives before it all changes. Once bustling saloons become relics of the past, more of a tourist attraction for northerners wanting to see the myth of the West. The further you venture south; the more decay is evident. It’s held together by both tape and a romanticism of what used to be.Those who still operate as outlaws are growing older, withering, and decrepit. It’s become eas...

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A Simple Loan

(WARNING: MATURE THEMES)Int. Mysty Loans and SolutionsAn excitable man (LICHTMANN) is waiting at a table. His is greeted by a meagre looking man in a grey suit (MAACT) His suit is unironed and his tie creased.MAACT: Hello sir, sorry for my tardiness, I just had a little coffee emergency in the kitchen.LICHTMANN: Haven't we all!MAACT: Yeah, haha. Any whom, let's have a look at your loan request.Maact opens his folder.MAACT: So you've applied for a loan of 25 thousand dollars, is that correct?LICHTMANN: Indeed.MAACT: All good, I'll just punch ...

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1977

Weekly Contest #336

1977Cars rolled into town, dotting the harsh road that ran through its centre. The bitter winter cold didn’t deter workers from throwing their salary into the local watering hole. Dalranald and its people slowly withered with time. One man – Ronald McMullen – entered the local pub with a political mate of his. A well-regarded member of the community, many greeted his presence with a cheer and a yarn. ‘G’day Ron – You’re doing good work mate – keep those bastards honest!’However, despite the pleasantries, there were some who greeted his prese...

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Into the Mines

Weekly Contest #334

The town was worried.For weeks, ghastly howls from the nearby forest unsettled the cobblestone streets of Coalclutch. They made the skin tingle, brows perspire, and senses heighten.The village had lost a few of its youngsters over the past few years. Traceless disappearances, not even a sliver of blood to line a path to peril. Were the howls from the forest luring these souls into their demise?Beneath a candlelit lantern on the promenade, a few townsfolk had gathered. Old ladies sweated through their crotcheted sweaters; young men itched at ...

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There Is No Alternative

2089 The Future we live in is bleak ... I wish I could properly introduce myself, but I can't. I've been stripped of all identity, all possessions, everything. In the times that we live, we aren't characterized by a name, we don't have a unique identity. We are dirt poor and working for our rulers.  The Rich, whose wealth and influence have grown to levels beyond your comprehension, have fully enveloped our society. They're allowed to have names, to have identities and personas. However, we, the poor, aren't. We are forced into fa...

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Cycle

Somewhere in Switzerland Arnauld Benoit was just your humble investment banker. A battler with a billion in the bank, he lived a life of solitude, rolling in the filth that was his own wealth. Gliding through European Ski-fields whilst cavorting with other such elites, it was a seemingly idyllic life, with little to no stress in the world. That was, until this day in 1984. It was a time of Reagan and Thatcher, of union-busting and corporate excess. Benoit was very much involved, and as one of the global elites, he was known to manipulate...

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Long Fall Ski Club

It is a skin-tinglingly cold day in the cold Alps of Andorra, smooth Jazz plays inside a quaint little abode in the mountains. The Long Fall Ski Club - Often mistakenly called the Long Ski Fall Club, is a luxuriously toasty little Chalet that elites retired to after sifting through the ski-fields. It's renowned for an exquisite little cocktail bar where everyone congregates, where men seeked a trophy wife to take home and consummate. This place is decadent, depraved and dispicable, and it's only saving grave is the heated floor and it's eye-...

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Influential People: The Browning of the Brand

Weekly Contest #100

On a rainy day in the big apple, 4 influencers have come together for the cultural experience of a lifetime. A swanky dinner -- hosted by millionaire chef and Tiktok content curator Adams Miles -- in a stylish SoHo apartment. Olives from the hills of Italy, a ham specially sourced by pig farmers in Africa; this dinner had all you needed to take your culinary exploits to the next level. Now, with an eagerly awaiting Instagram audience and branded products to shill, the Influencers converged, looking for a good meal and an even better uptick i...

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Curdled: The Fracturing of an American Family

Weekly Contest #98

Next to the eggnog, the egg-rolls, the eggs benedicts and the eggs Au fromage, was exactly 140 millilitres of pure cream, purebred, all-American milk. It was a glorious sight for all with penchants for contracting Salmonella. It was greyish in colour and smelt like the bottom of a rotting table with poop slathered over it. For the Mennie family, it was a holy milk, and one they idolised with a radical ideological commitment to what this milk represented; Family tradition. As they were gathered around the dinner table -- having just complet...

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The Beginning of Common Sense Spence

Weekly Contest #91

'The beginning is always the hardest part, and sometimes, you need to rid yourself of shit to get to where you wanna go.' Spence Spenceforth - 2036 15 Years Earlier 'Maybe I can leave now and make the next Glass Animals concert?' Spence Spenceforth said to himself. He was a young bassist from Newtown who had just performed a gig for his transgressive noise band, 'The Collection of Men with Scary Inflections', and was looking to make the next Glass Animals gig at the Enmore. With little time to waste, he was looking to make a swift exit fro...

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The Convolution Revolution

Weekly Contest #54

In a dingy, dark studio on the outskirts of Western Sydney, a mad genius is at work… “Cut” echoes through Tempeh productions as director Jim Jackson walks towards his actors. At the helm of the popular Australia TV show ‘Second Chances’, Jim is busy manufacturing what he is hoping to be one of the highest rated TV episodes of all time. The faux reality show aims to ‘reconnect’ husbands and wives who have been divorced for at least 1 year, with the hopes of rekindling a lost love. However, the entire show is fake, and Jackson has been hiring ...

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