Loksfjoer

Paranormal Activities [SporkoBug and Calle]

Questions? Thousands and they were all related to Steph, but Benjamin decided to keep that for another time. "I think we have all the information we need at the moment," he said and he got up from his seat. "Thank you for breakfast and it was very informative. We'll see what we can do from within the agency."
"I'll contact Stuart as soon as we are back at the agency," Mike promised. "The food was great, thank you."

They both extended their hands so they could shake as part of their goodbye and left the establishment. They would need a moment to discuss things between themselves as well.

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The young man hasted away when he was released, holding up his keycard with trembling fingers before almost jumping through the elevator doors that would bring him to safety.

Lily just smiled when Steph asked what she thought Step was. I know what you are, but you can't seem to accept it, she thought to herself. Maybe she did need to get Benjamin in, according to her file those two were close and she'd love to see the development. Benjamin was a low-level asset. Sure, he could see invisible things, but he wasn't that important.
She kept her eyes mostly on Gaia's screen, but glanced occasionally at what Steph was doing.

"My, my," Chiyoko said as she seemed to glide forward. "What an eventful morning." She took in a deep breath. "And what a lovely smell. I like a bit of blood in the morning, don't you?" she smiled at Steph. "We could always share, you know, I like my meals to be handsome and I don't require the same of them as you do."

Microfiction & poetry contest #11 - voting and feedback

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Welcome to the Voting and Feedback round for MF&P#11!

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• The voting period deadline is August 30th, 9:00 CET, which is 7:00 server time (both times are in a.m.).

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The Entries

Two entries had the same title so I added a number for voting purposes.

Wind (#1)

Wind,
Wind is a soft and gentle breeze,
Wind is a soft push in the right direction,
Wind is a gentle hum producing a song to be written,
Wind is everywhere,
Everyday,
Wind is the calm before the storm,
Wind is a warning for all that comes,
Wind is both nothing and everything,
But what is wind really,
Wind is a mother, gentle songs spread through the air,
Wind is a father, correcting and pushing to be the best,
Wind is a sibling, teasing and laughing,
Wind.

by @Midnight stars

The Wind Doesn't Whistle, It Talks.

I desperately wander across the lifeless and barren sandscape.
Disorientated by the relentless heat and blinding light.
My growing dehydration strips away my naïve hope of an escape.
Yet I still trek onwards; not giving up without a fight.

I regret embarking on this adventure without a companion in-tow.
Learning too late I can not handle exploration alone.
My deepest fears and spiralling loneliness are beginning to show.
As I abruptly start talking; even though I'm on my own.

I loudly express my new-found distaste for the unforgiving desert.
Berating its fatal environment and merciless nature.
I then try to scold myself next; but fail as I become less alert.
And ceased my constant trudging to take a breather.

Without my noisy footsteps I soon became overwhelmed by silence.
Though this horrible quietness was broken by a breeze.
The gentle sound resharpen my mind; revitalizing my perseverance.
Motivating me to keep moving with every gusty reprise.

I listened to the wind and resumed my journey as best I could.
Taking another pained step forward after each gust hit.
The blusterous force began to whisper in whistles I understood.
As each blow sounded like words telling me not to quit.

I briefly considered if the communicative wind was mere insanity.
And perhaps I was imagining a savour in my dying moments.
Though all lingering doubts halted as I realized this wasn't fantasy.
As many arrows formed in the sand due to the airs currents.

I followed the many directional commands with renewed determination.
Whilst struggling to fight the urge to fall unconscious.
I loudly exclaimed my gratitude to the windiness for its intervention.
Thankful it had spared me from death's eternal darkness.

Then I happened to spot something which left me absolutely baffled.
A trail of shoe-prints recently embedded into the sand.
Then I realized the wind wasn't whistling anymore; it just giggled.
As it been leading me in circles across the wasteland.

The gentle breeze intensified; as giggles converted into a chortle.
Spiralling around me till a laughing sandy vortex formed.
Whatever the wind subjects me to next will likely be equally immoral.
And its already hard to breathe as the sand has me swarmed.

It all too much to process given my weakened, dying, and overheated state.
And I start fading to black; ready to lose consciousness eternally.
The last sensory experience I have is hearing the wind joyous about my fate.
As sand covers me up to ensure I'm left undiscovered permanently.

by @ADarkLightbulb

Wind (#2)

I can hear you in the wind,

Whispers of things you used to say

As the breeze touches my skin

It takes me back to that day

The day we had to say goodbye

Was cold and blistery

It was supposed to be a holiday

But ended in misery

You visit in my dreams

But I never see your face

I wake up

Missing your embrace

Daddy Man, I miss you so

We all miss you terribly

Your jokes, your words of wisdom

Your hugs and being goofy

When the wind blows I think

Of all the talks we had

All the memories made

With the best of dads

You’re often on my mind

Wishing I could fill you in

On all the things you’re missing

My ups and downs, my wins

Until we meet again

I’ll listen for your whispers

The breezes in the halls

When the air’s not on, not blowing

No reason for breezes at all

I know you’re still here in spirit

And you’ve got some things left to say

So I will continue to listen to the wind

Each and every day

The Hanged Man

Coils winding around the hanging rope,
Each turn marking the minutes he had left,
Seven twists of fate he could only hope,
His execution is the price of theft.
So down he went in falling for his sin,
Another body swaying in the wind.

Microfiction & poetry contest #11 - wind

That's it for this round and we have a total of 4 entries!

I'll create the voting and feedback thread later today, thank you for participating!

Paranormal Activities [SporkoBug and Calle]

"We can go to HQ when we're done here," Mike said to Benjamin, getting an agreeing nod from his friend as the demons talked between them about things they could barely comprehend. The two focussed on their breakfast for a moment while they processed the conversation so far. There were things being said they had never heard of and insights they had never contemplated.

Mike was certain Stuart could be of help, but it remained to be seen if he was willing. Out of everyone in the agency, Stuart was their best bet. Once the waffle was gone he sat back in his seat.

"Was there more you wanted to discuss?" Benjamin asked, looking at April.

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The young man squirmed in the shadowy grip. "N-nothing! I-I-I... I just gave her a goat that's it. I didn't do anything to her."

"Ma'am," one of the supervisors in the room with the television screens said as he pointed to what was happening in the corridor.
Reluctently Lily tore her eyes from Gaia's screen and glanced at the monitor her underling was pointing at. After an eyeroll she pushed a button and brought her lips to a microphone while keeping her eyes on Gaia's room.
"Steph, dear," Lily's voice sounded through a speaker, "Let go of him please. Good staff is hard to come by these days. If you're hungry for a man I will give you one, okay?"

A Trainers Ambition [SporkoBug and Calle]

"Nectar!" Benny replied. "I tried mead once, it made my head spin and I couldn't fly straight, but it was tasty." He flew behind Andy and held onto his shoulder as he watched the keg in Frosiiens hands. "But yeah, I really liked the nectar so I asked if I could have some!"
"Like peas in a pod," Andy said, holding his hand out to Benny who slapped it with his wing.

As Michael hoisted his backpack on the shoulders, Netherlu joined them. "Yo Father, fun party as always. I'm leaving with these humans. As long as they're in my-" he glanced to Nygari "-our region I'll keep an eye on them." He smiled with a fire burning behind his eyes. "I'll scorch those that try to harm your boy, but they'll be on their own after they cross the Johto borders. I won't trespass in the regions of the others."

Microfiction & poetry contest #11 - wind

Last day! The deadline is in 17 hours from now.

THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

Fenna walked along with her female companions until they reached the gate and MacKensie fell back. She turned to see if she could help the young woman, but she seemed to manage. The following goodbye happened suddenly and there was no stopping her, so Fenna didn't try. "Alright, take care. We'll return to the Mended Drum when we're done here." The fumbling with the bags, the expression, the abrupt departure, it was enough for a hint of worry for the young woman, but it wasn't enough to go after her. Maybe being alone was what she needed. She watched MacKensie walk away until she rounded a corner and then turned to Lilliana. "Let's go to the church, we're almost there."

On the other side of the gate, Fenna glanced at the sky and noticed some birds of prey in the distance, but none of them were Sil. She wasn't sure how she could tell, but she knew the falcon was closer than that. She didn't know exactly where Sil was, but somewhere in or near the city, she was certain of it.

Once they reached the church they were just in time to see one of the sisters fall down. "Oh dear..." Fenna muttered and she rushed to the sister's aid. "Are you okay?" At first glance, the sister didn't seem to be injured. Not externally anyway.

An overhead shadow made her divide her attention for just a moment and she knew, just before looking up, that it was Sil. The falcon went to the tower where she would land and Fenna smiled as she would when she'd meet up with a friend; seeing the falcon gave a similar warm feeling as well. Although it made her wonder, earlier that day she had also thought about the falcon, wondering where she was, and moments later Sil had joined her. Did Sil somehow pick up on being wanted or needed?

Thoughts for later, she turned her attention back to the sister to see if she could help her in any way, offering a hand if she was trying to get up.

Microfiction & poetry contest #11 - wind

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Microfiction & poetry contest #11 - wind

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Microfiction & poetry contest #11 - wind

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