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Hello everyone. I'm Dutch, a mother of a 8-year old boy and I love both rp-ing and writing. Since May 2020 I'm one of the contests mods.

I started with writing Dutch stories in 2002, I was already 19 at that time. I joined a writing competition and that got me started. Soon I started to write down all the stories my over-active imagination came up with. I had my first forum rp experience in 2003 on a Dutch fantasy forum. While I continued to write, I stopped rp-ing when the particular rp and forum slowly died. In 2011 my love for rp's rekindled when I joined a site with a forum and I started to RP solely in English since that is the language of the site. This is also when I wrote my first story in English.

I've got a few 1x1 rp's going on this site and a couple more on another site. I've always been a fan of writing competitions and I joined a lot several of the ones that were hosted on this website. Now I get to host them myself and really enjoy that too.

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MF&P #12 - the meeting





Killing time

He was supposed to be here at this hour,
It was not like him to ever be late,
Pray tell me by what ungodly power,
Could delay thus force me to sit and wait?
The clock keeps ticking tick ticking away,
And with each passing moment I pondered,
Shall I still be waiting for him all day,
Or will he repay the minutes squandered?
Alas now comes a knocking at my door,
There is the visitor I longed to greet
I never knew him from my days before,
But ever so glad to finally meet.
The late gentleman takes me by the hand,
As Death shall come to visit every man.
Another round of wonderful entries, thank you to everyone who submitted a piece and voted for this round.
Judging by the comments all entries were enjoyed and wich makes it a very close victory for Killing Time.
Congratulations! I will post the winning entry in the hall of fame.

I also want to apologize for taking this long to write this post.

Fenna's talk with James had gone well, for the most part. He knew of a place where she could learn healing, which was good. He wasn't all that pleased with what happened down at the spa, and she understood that. She repeated the story when he asked her to do so, adding in the defence that she didn't try to touch it, her intention had been to just feel it from a somewhat safe distance, and she hadn't anticipated it would have arched like that. In the end there wasn't more to say about it, although she did promise James to be more careful with strange phenomena like that, and she showed him her spear that ever since the encounter had a faint glow to it. In daylight it was barely visible.
As they couldn't find out what it had been between the two of them, both went their ways: James to get supplies and Fenna to start her day.

First, Fenna went back to her soldiers to continue their training. For the lunch break she went to the Golden Tree Park with Sil and watched the druids work while the falcon could spread her wings. Sil stayed closer now, even since Fenna had gone down in the spa, and wouldn't let her go near that building again. When she went back to the soldiers she noticed those hooded figures were watching her. They kept their distance, but Fenna had spotted them a few times now. Let them look, she thought to herself. I'm not doing anything wrong. They were connected to that underground place, that was all she knew. And that she wasn't allowed down there, but they had let her leave and none of them had approached her since then. She couldn't shake the feeling they were following her around now. Observing her, maybe? To make sure she wouldn't go down there again?

The afternoon was spent with her soldiers again, they marched through the city, ran laps and did fighting exercises. Rest was equally important, so when the light faded she sent them all home. After dinner, she went to the place James knew to learn a bit more about healing.
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Hopefully we'll get to read something next time!

I have 3 entries and the voting and feedback thread will be up shortly.
I'm going on a vacation for a week so I will probably miss one deadline. I'll be back to posting Thursday 5th.
The fifth day of the siege started as the other days. Fenna laid out some bolts on her bed and infused them with fire or ice, alternating the two so MacKensie would have a decent supply by the end of the waiting time. It was something she could do once a day, but by the time of the siege she should have 48 fire bolts and 48 ice bolts ready for her friend.

She had been sore the first day after her adventure in the cave under the spa, every single muscle had ached. Throughout the day the pain had slowly subsided and she had made sure no one would notice. Although she had feared some kind of official reprimand for going somewhere she wasn't supposed to, that hadn't happened yet. What she had failed to notice that evening had become apparent to her the next day: her spear had a faint glow to it. While she didn't know what it was, it wasn't hard to deduce it had something to do with that ball of energy she had seen. There had barely been any time to talk to any of her companions about it, everyone had been busy with the tasks they had received.

After Fenna was done infusing 12 bolts with fire wrapped them up to give to MacKensie later, she went downstairs to have breakfast. Today there would be more training with her soldiers, but what she really needed to do was catch James. They needed to talk.
"Teleport us." The decision was made without hesitation, teleportation would be the fastest way to the base. "I'll let Ethan know when we're back, it will be faster that way, especially if you teleport us."
It was only after Mike had made the decision that the first doubt crept up. What would teleporting feel like? He had never done it before. Surely it would be safe, but it would also be a very new experience.
If their teams members kept disappearing like this, would he be the next to be captured, or would he be left by himself? He wasn't sure what he would hate more. There was a certain danger to being captured, but he hated being alone. Maybe being captured wasn't the worst of the two options. He turned to Harriet and nodded to let her know he was ready.
Benjamin chatted with Marc to ensure he wouldn't start asking questions on the way to his room and once he got there he went in first. When Marc stepped inside his eyes settled on Dia and he frowned at her. He turned to Benjamin when the door was closed behind him.
"There are no side-effects, are there?"
"Sorry. We need your help. Ray will die if we don't find her, like Simon. He did not go home."
"Neither did Carol..." Marc muttered. While he hadn't figured out what had happened to her, he knew that her going home was impossible. That would have been communicated with a condition like hers, and prepared. "Alright, I will listen. What do you know?" He turned to Dia. "And what is your role in this? Are you an undercover investigator or something?"

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Microfiction and poetry contest #12 – the meeting


For this round of writing competition, I invite you to write about a meeting. It doesn't matter who or what or when or how, as long as by the end of the entry at least two persons/things/living organisms have met.




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, without the use of AI.
  • This is a place for original fiction, no fanfiction allowed.
  • Don't exceed PEGI 16 with your writing; no 18+ themes and fade to black if applicable.
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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 the meeting.
  • There will be a minimum word count of 5 and a maximum of 500
  • Every literary or poetry style is permitted.
  • Please PM @Loksfjoer the entries and give it as title MFP#12 - (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 31 August 2024, 9:00 CET, which is 7:00 server time (both times are in a.m.)





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