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21 days ago
Current First writing contest after my hiatus went well. Now to start planning the next. Keep an eye on the sidebar!
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3 mos ago
*blinks* how long did I sleep?
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12 mos ago
Away from home until the end of July.
2 yrs ago
Away from home between October 26th and November 10th. Contests will return when I'm back home!
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2 yrs ago
Don't forget to vote in the writing contest! The link is in the sidebar <3
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Hello everyone. I'm Dutch, a mother of a 12-year old boy and I love both rp-ing and writing.

I've been writing and roleplaying in Dutch and English since 2002. I joined the RolePlayer Guild in 2014 and since May 2020 I'm one of the contests mods.

There are times I don't have much creative energy and will be silent for a while, but in the very least I will try to keep the writing contests going.

If I haven't replied in a while, feel free to poke me. Genuinly, I sometimes need reminders that you are waiting for a reply. I don't ghost on purpose, I promise. Time is just a weird thing sometimes, and if something happened 3 days ago, 3 weeks ago or 3 months ago can feel pretty much the same and I often don't realize how much time passed since my last reply. And if I read your reply and accidentally closed the tab there is a good chance I might forget I was supposed to reply because I lost the visual reminder T_T

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"Timberfae," Stuart muttered. "Timberfae..." He went to his laptop to open a file. "Tell me about your transformation," he said as he gestured to an empty seat and he started typing, only pausing to examine the physical appearance of this agent.
While this was the first time ever seeing one, the name wasn't entirely unfamiliar. Maybe he had read a side-note somewhere, or a mention about these creatures. He couldn't recall, but he couldn't start this investigation without getting more data.




Benjamin hugged Steph back and had a smile for her. "Room 26 is for you now. If you want I'll help you move things."

"I'm going..." Mike began, but his voice trailed off. He didn't feel like he belonged here, not after all that happened, but at the same time he didn't know what else he could do, or where he should go. So he was left standing there to the side, feeling a bit awkward.
"I didn't tell a whole lot of people," Andy said. "A few people in the first village I came across. Only one guy believed me, the others claimed that if Articuno was in the area they would have certainly seen her. Maybe they were jealous and dismissed it because they didn't want it to be true." He shrugged to that. "My best friend believed me, he wasn't even envious. He was super excited about and ask me about every little detail. My brother believed me, but he had spotted Ho-oh once, flying through the sky. And professor Maple believed me, which was a bit of surprise."




"Of course not. I'm sure Niccia won't mind and I don't feel like we can order Li anyway." He turned to the Noivern. "We'll tell Niccia where you went. If you want to go, you can."
"And I can come get you when we need you!" Benny added. "I always found Merlin when Andy needed him, I'm sure I can find you."




"On Rhando we have a farm with Moomoo's, Mareep, Flaaffy and Wooloo," Mindy said. "The Rorie Islands all depend on that farm for our supply. I'm not sure where the cotton comes from, we import all cotton clothes."

She noticed a few ribbons with a shade of yellow and she pulled out her new dress to match the ribbons to the fabric. The shop cleric joined them and when Mindy said how much she wanted, the shop cleric cut it on length for her.
"That's it for me," she said to Niccia. "I'm going to pay for it."

Wise life-lessons.
The last book non-fiction I read was about when the island Texel was still a part of Fryslân. I doubt that will mean much to anyone here XD

The last work of fiction I read was the Star Trek TNG novel Oblivion.

Right now I'm reading The Letter For The King. I'm both reading it for myself and reading it to my son at the same time. (After watching Netflix butcher the book in the first episode of their adaptation I just had to read it again.)

While 1/3th of June is gone, we still have 2/3th of the month left to complete the stories and submit them!

Don't procrastinate too much, my fellow writers. You have a month, which means that if you finish fast you have time to properly proof-read your entry and improve your chances of winning! I found that I caught the most mistakes when I was able to put the story aside for a few days.

I look forward to seeing what stories you come up with.

Also, you can submit your entry anonymously if you want, but if you rather claim your story from the start that is good too! Just let me know in the PM with your entry if you want your name added to your story or if you wish to remain anonymous.
"I was told you've taken medication. Do you recall that?" Benjamin asked Ray as he sat down next to her. While she seemed confused, at least she seemed to remember things about her situation. That was good, it meant it would come back to her sooner or later. He glanced at Dia, but he couldn't help think about Dia too - he hoped she would be okay.




"Okay," the doctor said, looking from the mask to the monitor he had hooked Dia on. "If your oxygen saturation gets too low, I will need to do more, but right now we'll see if the extra oxygen will be enough."
He turned away to check something in the computer and another nurse came to write down some data from the screen before she too went to another patient who was in the infirmary.




Marc reached out to gently take Sara's arm. "If you want it, I can buy it for it. You can pay me back if that makes you feel better; I'm not a bank so you can pay whatever you can, for as long as it takes, without interest." He winked. "Or you can accept it as a gift. I don't mind, I can afford it."

Why wouldn't he help her out by buying it for her? Her story didn't sound like she got an actual paycheck as he did.

@CitrusArms@BladeSS4@Salenea

I'm curious about your habits. Do you require a mention, or will you check the thread whenever you see a notification of a reply?
I'd like to know, because if you require a mention I'll make sure to add them.

The man scowled at the sassy comeback from the boy in front of him. He glanced at the Misdreavus as the second question was asked. "In the cave, here on Rhando," he stated. "There are a few more there if you're interested in them."

With a nod of his head he instructed the Misdreavus to follow him, but he waited a moment longer before leaving to see if any of the boys in front of him wanted to waste more of his time.
The Ghost-Pokémon hovered close to him and silently looked at everyone here. While mischievous in nature, this one seemed rather serious.
I said voting would be until June 7th, so I'm closing the voting thread.

Thanks @Salenea and @BrokenPromise for your input/vote/feedback. The entries were indeed divers and it was hard to pick a favourite.

With 1.3 votes The Dowry of Böðvildr is the winner. And with that RPG #26 comes to an end. I hope to see everyone again in RPGC #27.

If anyone has additional feedback for the stories, PM me and I'll post it in this thread.

Stuart nodded. "Stuart Greyhill," he said, examining Jase. He recalled seeing this agent before, he probably had seen all agents who worked and lived at this base, but he looked unmistakably different. He had seen several cases of transformations, but this one was new. "Forgive my bluntness, but what are you?"




Since Steph had been taken by Harriet, they went to Harriets room. Benjamin knocked on the door and waited with Mike. He wasn't sure if they were welcome already: maybe Steph needed more treatment or didn't want to see anyone, but he assumed that in the very least Harriet would answer the door.
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