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RPGC#36 - Change is upon us (prompt and discussion)

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RPGC#36 - Change is upon us (prompt and discussion)

January has begun (Happy New Year everyone!) which means the deadline is getting closer.

You have 7 days and 15 hours left to write your stories.

RPGC#36 - Change is upon us (prompt and discussion)

Already 2 entries and the deadline is *does complicated math* still some time away.

Remember to send your entry before January 10th 9:00 CET!

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Nobody Will Believe It [SporkoBug and Calle]

A month, Benjamin could barely imagine being locked up in such a small place for such a long time. He rubbed his arms as he tried to imagine it. It didn't help that he then realized he was locked up as well, his prison was a lot bigger than the cel within the prison, but there were walls he simply couldn't go beyond. It brought a feeling of uneasiness that he tried to shake off by not thinking about it.

"So... can we get her out? Or..." he paused as he thought about it. "Will escaping increase her time if she's caught?"

RPGC#36 - Change is upon us (prompt and discussion)

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RPGC #36 – Change is upon us

It's December, which means the old year will make way for the new. This month's writing contest is all about change.
What changes for your character?

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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.
• The story you submit 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 Trophy Case.

Contest rules:

• Change is a broad topic, and you can take it as broadly as you want.
• There will be a minimum word count of 500 and a maximum of 5000
• Please PM @Calle your entry and give it as title RPGC#36 - (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 after the voting round.
  Even for anonymous entries, the name of the writer will be added to the entry in the Hall of Fame.
• The deadline is January 10th, 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

Paranormal Activities [SporkoBug and Calle]

Ethan listened to Harriet. It was true, Steph had looked human at first and had revealed her true self later. But Gaia had never looked like a human and seeing someone like her had surprised him.
"Yeah, sure," he replied to her question. He considered the other two agents mentors and trustworthy, but he knew some things were better said without them hearing it. He couldn't imagine getting enough privacy here to discuss things between the two of them, but he didn't doubt an opportunity would arise soon enough.

Microfiction and Poetry Contest Hall of Fame

MF&P #9 - Stone

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I drum my fingers on the table, eyeing the elf in front of me carefully. She looks back with that casually, neutrally beautiful face, her head tilted to one side, long black hair refusing despite all reason to get in her eyes.
“I’m ready to stop playing this game now.”
“Venne-ei et venne-du, wicke. I will follow your lead, witch.”
I lean back in my chair, gather my words.
“Okay,” I sigh. “You know what I want to talk about.”
“I do not.”
“Guess for me.”
“You have never encountered a tame elf, and you have suspicions about me.”
Wrong… half-right… no, completely right, but not how she’s trying to imply.
“You’re an Akashic Librarian.”
She raises a thin, delicate eyebrow. “I am willing to entertain this as a hypothetical.”
“You said we weren’t playing any more games. Let me be clear here: you are an Akashic Librarian. You keep the Record of All Truths. Your aura makes no sense otherwise. This is not a question. ”
She crosses her arms. She has an intensely annoying way of faking bemusement, as if I’m some machine acting out of order. At least she stays quiet.
“I bring this up because you’ve been playing me. You know all this shit about the Philosopher’s Stone that you’re pretending not to. If you’re tired of helping me with experiments that get nowhere, all you have to do is talk. Why haven’t you?”
She looks off to the side, her movements slow, her hair seeming to float after her.
“Wicke… supposing you are right. The Akashic Record does not only catalogue secrets. It keeps them as well.”
“But you’re helping me with my experiments. Look at me. If you’re trying to keep a secret, why are you helping me dig it up?”
“I would be helping you play at digging it up.” She re-establishes eye contact, that coldly crimson gaze again looking at me like a puzzle. “Secrets kept in the Akashic Record can be learned nowhere else. There are bindings. The knowledge is not replicable. Even the keepers would not know it.”
I stare at her. She stares back, unaffected by my face, which could be showing any combination of shock and anger right now.
“So you’re saying – hypothetically – that the quest for the Stone is fucking hopeless. You’ve just been playing with me for weeks and that’s it.”
“Hypothetically, wicke.”
“No, let’s drop the hypothetical. You’re saying it’s hopeless.”
“While the secrets of the Philosopher’s Stone are bound, they cannot be learned.”
“And you, who knows this, have been pretending to help me discover it.”
“That is the scenario that is-“
“True. Or. False.”
Pause. Her eyes start to brighten. She looks at me with a steadily growing grin. “You know I wouldn’t lie to you, wicke.”
She turns away, hiding her smile just as it begins to show teeth, and goes for the door.
She opens it.
“True,” she says.
She closes it behind her.
…You know I wouldn’t lie to you?

by @Sniblet

MFP #9 - Stone (prompt and discussion)

@deadleopard I try to run these once a month. Sometimes it takes a bit longer if I'm busy.

There are 2 contests I alternate. This one is for short stories and poems between 5 and 500 words, the other is for stories between 500 and 5000 words. The next contest will be another RPGC, and after that will be a new MF&P

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And a general announcement: there will be no voting thread this time because out of the 2 entries I unfortunately had to disqualify one.
The winning entry will be added to the Hall of Fame shortly.

MFP #9 - Stone (prompt and discussion)

The deadline has been reached and there are 2 entries. The thread with the entries will be made soon.
Thanks for joining!