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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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• 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.
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• 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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A Trainers Ambition [SporkoBug and Calle]

The coughing and rolling made Michael sigh in relief, and he smiled a bit when Niccia grabbed his hand. He only glanced briefly at Fez before returning his attention to Niccia. "I'm sure you would have warned my if this was usual," he said, and he didn't sound upset about it. With Niccia seemingly getting better he wasn't angry, just worried this could happen again.

"We're about to find out," Dialga answered as he watched the events at the gate and waited for what Vatier had to say for himself.

Harcu frowned and was about to say he hadn't brought anything useful to the party since he hadn't expected there would be problems that required items to solve, when one of the humans and a Furret joined them.

"I've got a clean empty water bottle and a couple of potions we can empty if all you require is the bottle," Andy said. He had wandered in this direction, as he thought he could be of more use here than at the already crowded gate, and he wanted to give the couple a moment to themselves. He turned to Kim. "Will you..."
Even before he could finish his sentence, Kim nodded and with an Agility rushed to where Andy had dropped his backpack.

As Kim went for the backpack, Andy glanced in the direction of Michael and Niccia when Lecrero asked about her. "She's alive," he said to answer Lecrror's unfinished question. "Still hurt and I have no idea about internal damage, but alive at least."

Meanwhile, Kim reached the bagpack put it over her shoulders and rushed back to them, where she opened the bag and searched for a bottle to give to Kyio.

Ra watched Vatier change as he dropped to his knees. Children? Since when? Ra caught Luna's glance and shifted back into his human form.
"Your children are caught," he repeated. "How many do you have and who are they?"

MicroFiction&Poetry contest #7 - Voting & Feedback

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The Entries

4 AM

"How much for a dozen?"

John Bello

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.

Pretty hate machine

The song played over and over in his head like a mantra.

"Head like a hole…
Drown out your soul…
I'd rather die…
Then give you control!!"

Dillon focused on the hazy dark behind his eyelids, willing himself to feel angrier. He had to eliminate his thoughts, his doubts. All weakness belonged to the fire, all weakness deserved to be destroyed!

His breath came heavy and fast, filling the void with noise. He focused on his breathing, letting the hollow sound fill the blank spaces between lyrics.

"Head like a hole…"

In the center of the darkness behind his eyes he saw a red dot. He imagined the dot as a fire, and in that fire he concentrated his rage, he felt the red dot grow.

"Drown out your soul…"

Faces began to flash unbidden in his mind. His mom, the fucking bitch. She can go suck some guy off for more crack for all he cared, Dillon imagined his mom's face burning.

"I'd rather die…"

Next came Stacy's face, fucking Stacy. She was a cheerleader, funny, popular, had great tits and a smashing ass… so fucking basic! If she was the pinnacle of what humans pined for then everyone deserves to be fucking burned alive!

"Then give you control…"

Better then fucking Chad though. Chad reminded Dillon of his dad, a fucking joke. Yeah he looks good, yeah people like him, but did he keep any promises? Did he ever keep his fucking word! Why didn't he fucking come back! What a weak ass bitch! What a Basic! Fucking! Pathetic!!!...

Dillon was shaking now, so furious he felt invincible. He felt his nose running, he hoped it was blood. He reached into his backpack to get a rag he had in there, his hand brushed against something cold and metal. He wiped his nose and checked the result, only snot, damn. A bloody nose would be cool, it'd look really scary for what was coming.

"Bow down before the one you serve…"

He looked into the hole he felt, a cold place where he didn't feel weak, afraid, or helpless. The place where he could be angry and not care about the consequences.

"You're going to get what you deserve…*

None of them deserved to live, nobody did, human life is a waste of resources, nature will grow something better from the bodies, something worth more than anything they could make out of their stupid life...

by @Maglar

Holy Ground

Deep, cavernous, far beneath this seeming ground
there lies the secrets of light, dark, and sound.

Odd it is, here in the black, to have eyes that see
even when the sea of sight is no longer free.

There is no dirt, no air, no taste, nor touch
yet radiance reigns, and the warmth is much.

The living light is everywhere, even here, but the source is high,
far higher than I ever dared to hope, to dream, let alone fly.

No pain, no loss, and grief is gone here above;
Death roars, quietly, reaching from the icy deep; a ghastly glove...
I am freed, uplifted, and untethered by Truth's everlasting Love.