Let's have a story based on this:
What is wrong with Solo?
Write a story about these two kitties and the peril they are facing.
Or is it something less dangerous than a scheme from the Hierarchy?
No minimum or max, just tell us a story.
So, since I have today off and time is not slipping away too quickly, I'm posting what will hopefully be a help to all of us for the next few weeks.
alynwa has already announced the hiatus for Song Story, and I'm going to add to that and hope it is a moment for all of us to catch our breath, creatively speaking.
What If? will also be on hiatus for the rest of June and possibly July. Let's use the time to catch up, write the stories you wanted to write but didn't get finished or even started.
Thursdays, which would have been Song Story and What If? days, are now open for everything you've missed out on. Prompts from any challenge can be the focus of any story you want to post on Thursday, from Short_Affair to PicFic, Song Story, What If?, and challenges we aren't even currently running. Remember What's My Line? Well, click on the tag and see if any of those prompts pique your interest. Same goes for any prompt we've ever had here on Section VII.
Fifty years ago, 1967, was the Summer of Love. Well, let's love MFU this summer and bring on the stories you have wanted to write but just didn't have time to finish. Open up your minds to the Summer of MFU Love Challenge, and write what your heart is dictating to you now.
Ready, Set, LOVE...
artwork from the summer of love art project
Length: approx 275 words
This one is short as my I haven't had much spare time lately. So not placing under a cut.
Author’s Note: Written for the IMPROMPTU CHALLENGE for Shakespeare's Birthday on LIVEJOURNAL’s SECTION VII community.
Let every eye negotiate for itself
~~~ William Shakespeare, MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING
Illya Kuryakin listened covertly to the conversation of three coeds who had just exited a philosophy class being taught by his undercover partner at this upscale women’s university.
“All I know,” forwarded a pert brunette, “is that he surely doesn’t look like any college professor I’ve ever encountered.”
“He’s a dreamboat all right,” agreed one of her companions with a vigorous nod of her head.
“Come on, gals,” quickly put in the third of the group. “No matter what he looks like, he’s an egghead for sure! Didn’t you notice how easily he was able to come up with quotes to illustrate his points regarding the texts? Shakespeare quotes all, I might add.”
The second coed again nodded vigorously.
“You’re right of course, Elsie,” the brunette, with a little sigh, now also agreed with the assessment of the third coed. “It just is so much sweet fodder for the imagination picturing him as more exciting than a bookworm with arbitrarily killer looks.”
“Probably never dated a woman in his entire nerdy life,” emphasized Elsie disappointedly. “What a cosmic waste of the universe’s limited supply of incredibly handsome genes!”
Illya let a little half-smile play just at the corners of his mouth. Sometimes Napoleon’s affinity for the Great English Bard really was an unexpected asset. Yet if these gals knew the truth about his partner’s equal affinity for romancing the fairer sex… Well, that might not prove much of an asset during this mission …though even he had to admit it sometimes had in the past.
Please remember to give you story a title and reference that it is being posted in response to the IMPROMPTU CHALLENGE for SHAKESPEARE's BIRTHDAY. Do use the impromptu challenge tag to identify your story. Finally, if yours is a longer story, please do post the majority under a cut as a courtesy to others.
Guidelines for the challenge can be found HERE.
April 23rd is Shakespeare's Birthday!
Since section7mfu is a writing site, what could be more appropriate than a challenge on the anniversary of the birth of the ultimate writer?
How you relate this to MFU is entirely up to your imagination, so run wild and free! (well mostly)
STATISTICAL STUFF: No minimum/no maximum word count. Drabble away if that suits your style, or take a longer route to your writing end. However, the story must fit into the overall concepts of this community, i.e., contain no explicit adult material and reflect the 1960s series in style and content. Please tag your story with the impromptu challenge tag.
POSTING: To this forum starting on Friday, April 21st, and ending on Sunday, April 23rd.
I'm working at justifying a childhood obsession, so bear with me.
Anyway, I posted some photos that I'd never seen before over on mfu_scrapbook, and you can see them HERE
One of them is particularly intriguing, and I wonder if anyone might want to do some storytelling to go with it. Let's call it an Impromptu Challenge. Look it over and see what comes of it.
Prompt - Illya needs a haircut.
“Lord Peregrine Whittaker, of Oxford, England has passed away,” Mr Waverly told his top two agents. “As such, his title and fortune passes to his eldest son, Gerard.”
“Forgive me, Sir, but how is that of interest to us?”
“If you wait, Mr Solo, I shall enlighten you.”
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They grabbed him from behind and pulled him into an alleyway not far from Del Floria’s Tailor Shop. The Russian struggled to free himself but there were just too many of them, four to be precise and all wearing masks.
He presumed them to be T.H.R.U.S.H. but instead of knocking him out or killing him, Illya found himself held down. He had no idea what they were going to do to him; an injection perhaps?
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"What did you say?" Illya's palor was obvious, the eyebrows arched menacingly as the nurse stepped away from the Russian.
"I, um... I said ...' Nurse Barry sincerely wished she didn't have to make this pronouncement.
"You have head lice Mr. Kuryakin. I am so sorry, but we're going to... the method of ..."
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“Where are you off to, Tovarisch?”
“I am going to the barbers.”
“Really? I take it Waverly has ordered you to finally get that mop cut.”
“Nyet. I decided for myself.”
“Seriously? I don’t understand. You hang on to your non-regulation hair like a shield of individuality. What has happened to make you want to change it?”
“I have simply come to the conclusion that life will be easier with shorter hair.”
“What does that mean?”
“For some reason, I get even more attention from the ladies when my hair gets longer.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
Alexander Waverly held up his hand as his two top men got up to leave the room.
“Just one more thing, Mister Kuryakin. I thought I asked you to get a haircut? I cannot have my agents looking quite so overgrown.”
Napoleon fought to suppress a smirk as his partner squirmed uncomfortably.
“I er…I did, sir.”
“When, pray? Last year?”
“Last month, sir.”
“Hmmmph!” Waverly snorted. “Mister Kuryakin, if that haystack on your head gets any longer, I shall ask Miss Rogers to put it into a French pleat for you. Now you have until nine o’clock tomorrow morning to reduce the length of that mop or I will be forced to take drastic measures.”
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