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MicroFiction&Poetry #8 : Writing (prompt and discussion)

2 entries so far and 3 days before the deadline.

Nobody Will Believe It [SporkoBug and Calle]

Benjamin didn't answer the question yet. Yes, he wanted to go back there. Being locked inside all day was terrible. But, he wasn't sure if it was worth the risk. If he wasn't supposed to be there, he and Sara could get in trouble for it. It was a dilemma, but at least it was one he didn't have to solve immediately, as they reached the place where Ray was locked up.

"I was told we could be allowed to see other patients when they are here," he said, gesturing to the door. "It helps us realize what can happen if we don't take our pills, and it may help the other patient to get a grip on reality again. So, because of this, I wanted to know if you would allow me to see how Ray is doing."

Paranormal Activities [SporkoBug and Calle]

Ethan gave Harriet an incredulous look when she said the other two could defend themselves.
"Sure, you can join us. I don't think they'll have something against it." He watched through the window at this side. "You're wrong though, about them being able to defend themselves. They have no skills to do that. What can they do? Ben can see invisible things and Mike can leave a vulnerable body behind as he becomes one of those invisible things Ben can see." He sighed. "It'd be best for them to leave this agency. This isn't the right place for them."

While he didn't like that idea, he hated the idea of them getting hurt even more. And he couldn't be with them all the time to keep them out of harm's way. Not if he wanted to do the things he liked to do.

MicroFiction&Poetry #8 : Writing (prompt and discussion)

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Microfiction and poetry contest #8 – Writing

Let's ease into things with a new short contest. Christmas is approaching after all.

We are writers. Writing is what we do. Well then, write something about writing!

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Core rules:

• At all times follow the Fundamental Rules of the Guild and the Moderation Policy for Forum Contests.
• After reading the above this should be obvious: No plagiarism and respect copyright laws.
• Your submission must be written by you and specifically for this contest.
• This is a place for original fiction, no fanfiction allowed.
• No explicit sex, but you may fade to black.
• No excessive violence or gore.
• Don’t forget to subscribe to this thread. You will receive updates on the contest and on the number of entries, and reminders about the deadline here. I will not PM them.
• The winner of this contest will be honoured in our Hall of Fame.

Contest rules:

• The prompt for this contest is Writing.
• There will be a minimum word count of 5 and a maximum of 500
• Every literary or poetry style is permitted.
• Please PM @Calle the entries and give it as title MFP#8 - (Your Title).
• Your entry can be anonymous or carry your name. Let me know what you want in the PM. If you don't specify, your entry will be posted anonymously, but you may always claim your story during or at the end of the voting round.
• The deadline is December 20th, 9:00 CET, which is 8:00 server time (both times are in a.m.)

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Number of entries so far: 2

A Trainers Ambition [SporkoBug and Calle]

Andy going casually " 'sup dude" at the creator of everything XD

Nobody Will Believe It [SporkoBug and Calle]

Benjamin turned to Sara when she asked her question about the green room, a friendly smile on his face. "Green room?" he repeated. "The only special rooms I've seen so far are the padded room they are keeping Ray in, a white room where we had light therapy, and that enclosed garden."

His smile faltered when he thought back to that garden. He really wanted to be outside again, but that small bit of outdoor was closed off. While he had considered it kind at the time they had let him in there, now he considered it cruel they had let him have a taste of that and then keep it out of his reach. A reward for good behaviour, just another ploy to get him to follow their rules and swallow their medication.

"What makes the green room special?" he asked.

Paranormal Activities [SporkoBug and Calle]

"What a very unhuman thing to say," Chiyoko muttered to herself as she sauntered away, smiling as she did. But then again, the spider woman didn't look that much like a human. A recent change, she had heard. But an interesting woman for sure, she'd enjoy talking with Rose.
She left the room.

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After Ethan and Harriet had settled, agent Barrow started driving and he and agent Morrison chatted amongst themselves. Ethan didn't really pay much attention to it and watched the city pass before his eyes.
He blinked when he thought he heard Gaia.
I want Ethan back. I want him safe.
Where had they taken her? He had asked Barrow and Morrison about it, but they weren't sure where Gaia was. It wasn't their department to lock creatures up to study them, their department was extermination. Girl, I'll figure out where they are keeping you, and I'll come and get you he thought to himself.

Harriet's voice pulled him out of his thoughts and he turned to her. "Mike and Ben? They were grabbing a movie last I heard. TKnowing them they'll go to bed straight after. They're fine. I'm meeting them at sunrise."

Microfiction and Poetry Contest Hall of Fame

MF&P #7 - Hole

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There once was a man named John Bello
Who had dimples a plenty, I tell you.
He fell in a hole,
but that was the goal.
For he was a golf ball sized fellow.

by @artexercise

MicroFiction&Poetry contest #7 - Voting & Feedback

In this round John Bello got the most votes, so that entry will be added to the hall of fame.

Congratulations!

MicroFiction&Poetry contest #7 - Voting & Feedback

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