[identity profile] alynwa.livejournal.com
It's baa-ack!  The summer's almost over, the kids are starting to go back to school and the Song Story Challenge returns!  I'm hoping to see lots of original stories generated this season.

The Rules... )
The prompts for this month's challenge are "Keep Bleeding Love" and "Run."  You can click on the links for the lyrics.

Happy writing!
[identity profile] alynwa.livejournal.com
I'm looking forward to the stories those songs will generate.  I bring this up now because I'm asking the cousins for song suggestions to add to the challenge.  PM me the songs and/or artists you would like to see featured in future challenges.

[identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com
I missed posting a prompt for What If? yesterday, and today's Reading Room hasn't materialized either. My apologies for being off my game here but honestly, life has been throwing in distractions and weird schedules that I'm trying to fit into the normal box.
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.
[livejournal.com profile] 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

[identity profile] alynwa.livejournal.com
Hi!  The Song Story Challenge is taking the summer off, but will return in September.

Writers are welcome to publish Song Stories for challenges they didn't participate in previously.  If you do, please include the month of the original challenge and the lyrics and/or video of the chosen song.

Happy writing and see you in September!
[identity profile] alynwa.livejournal.com
Something to Hold

The link takes you to AO3.
[identity profile] alynwa.livejournal.com
Your prompts were Billy Joel's "Baby Grand" and "Leningrad."

Gen and gen-mature stories post in this community while het posts in mfu_maproom and slash posts in uncle_du_jour.
[identity profile] alynwa.livejournal.com

The choices are "Baby Grand" and "Leningrad."  Click on the links for the lyrics.

The rules are simple: Write a story of minimally 500 words with no maximum using one of the songs as a prompt.  The song can be the basis of the story, the inspiration for the story or the background of the story.  Section VII is a gen and gen-mature site only; however, if your story leans toward het or slash, do not despair!  Post het stories in mfu_maproom and slash stories in uncle_du_jour.

Posting begins Thursday, June 15th and runs through Saturday, June 17th.  Please use the tag "song story" when posting.

Happy writing!
[identity profile] lindafishes8.livejournal.com
This fic was created from the Simon and Garfunkle song I am a Rock.

Summary-Why is Illya stoic when it comes to pain?

(Link takes you to AO3)
[identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com
The inspiration is the Simon and Garfunkle song America.
You can find the story on AO3
Journey's End

no title
[identity profile] alynwa.livejournal.com
The link takes you to AO3:

The Rock Feels Pain
[identity profile] alynwa.livejournal.com
The prompts were Simon & Garfunkel's songs "I Am a Rock" and "America."
[identity profile] alynwa.livejournal.com

This month's challenge songs are "America" and "I Am a Rock."  Click on the links to access the song lyrics.  The rules are simple: Write a story of minimally 500 words with no maximum using one of the songs as a prompt.  The song can be the basis of the story, the background of the story or the inspiration for the story.

Section VII is a gen site and only gen or gen-mature stories can be posted here.  Slash stories can be posted in uncle_du_jour and het can be posted in mfu_maproom.  Posting begins Thursday, May 18th and goes through the 21st.

Happy writing!
[identity profile] mrua7.livejournal.com
Avirra is having trouble with LJ and asked me to post her Song Story for her.

"The End of a Brief Encounter"

the link takes you to AO3
[identity profile] mrua7.livejournal.com
The prompt:

"Only love can break your heart"  the link takes you to AO3

This is a reworking of two stories that I wrote a while a go. They were just
too perfect for this prompt.
[identity profile] alynwa.livejournal.com
Napoleon and Illya had returned to New York after helping Clara escape with her husband Stephan and the gypsy Emil to Italy. As they expected, Mr. Waverly had not been pleased about their delayed return though he grudgingly admitted that the paperwork Emil had brought out of Terbuf would be instrumental in toppling its corrupt government.

Read more... )
One For My Baby Lyrics
Translation in progress. Please wait...

It's quarter to three,
There's no one in the place 'cept you and me
So set 'em' up joe
I got a little story I think you oughtta know

We're drinking my friend
To the end of a brief episode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

I know the routine
Put another nickel in that there machine
I'm feeling so bad
Won't you make the music easy and sad

I could tell you a lot
But you gotta to be true to your code
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

You'd never know it
But buddy I'm a kind of poet
And I've got a lot of things I want to say
And when I'm gloomy, won't you listen to me
Till it's all, all talked away

Well, that's how it goes
And joe I know you're gettin' anxious to close
So thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind
My bending your ear

But this torch that I found
It's gotta be drowned
Or it soon might explode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
[identity profile] alynwa.livejournal.com
This month's artist is Frank Sinatra and the songs are "Luck Be a Lady" and "One for My Baby."
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[personal profile] glenmered
 The import of this entry didn't catch the videos that alynwa originally posted.  
Here they are:

[identity profile] alynwa.livejournal.com

This month, the artist is The Chairman of the Board himself singing "Luck Be a Lady" and "One For My Baby."  You can click on the links for the lyrics.

Write a minimum 500 words, no maximum tale using one of the songs as a prompt.  It can inspire the tale, be the background of the tale or be the tale itself.  Please remember Section VII is a gen site; if you are inspired to write het or slash, you are more than welcome to do so, but post those stories in the map_room or uncle_du_jour, respectively.

Posting begins Thursday, April 20th and runs through Saturday, April 22nd.  I look forward to what your creations.

Happy writing!
[identity profile] otherhawk.livejournal.com
Hi! I fell off the grid for quite some time there. Hope some of you still remember me. This is actually the first thing I've written for four months, which is the kind of record I don't particularly care for. Anyway, this is based off Spinning Wheels.

Circling )

Korea 1951

Sometimes things went wrong no matter how clever the plan was. That was what Napoleon told himself as he trudged through the mud towards the distant village. It didn't help much. No matter what he remembered Frankie's screams and Kowalski's empty eyes, and he went over and over every moment of the mission in his head trying to find some point where he could have stopped it all from going wrong.

If they'd known about the retreat...if the shelling hadn't wrecked the jeep....if they'd been able to make it to the ridge before being flanked....if they hadn't stumbled into the minefield..... If he'd been smarter, faster, better....

His thoughts were spinning in endless circles. As if he didn't have enough troubles here and now. He couldn't even be sure that the village ahead was friendly - he thought he was back behind their own lines but he had to admit that wasn't much more than a guess. Not that he had many choices here. With no supplies, no map or compass and only fourteen rounds left his situation was looking just a little desperate.

Stay positive, he told himself firmly. With any luck there would be some friendly local who knew English or was prepared to speak slow enough that he could get some directions. As long as he could find some soldiers with a radio he'd be back with his unit by nightfall. And maybe then Major Morgan would give out that two day pass he'd been talking about. Even....even on his own, the chill of cheap champagne and the thrill of willing flesh would soon drown out the troubles of the last few days. Right. He didn't even believe it himself.

Frankie's screaming lingered in his head.

Siberia 1958

Things went wrong; it was inevitable. Regardless of how prepared one was, how careful, events had a way of spilling out uncontrollably. Yet even though Illya knew that perfectly well, failure still rankled. Dr Egorov was dead. He'd spent two weeks undercover in this hellhole of a camp trying to get close to the man only to lose him to Bukin's pet assassin. Foolish; he should have spotted the man sooner - had the cold and the misery here dulled his mind?

His thoughts were circling like dark vultures. He had managed to persuade Dr Egorov to give him the formula. That, and his previously unblemished record might be enough to save him from his superior's wrath, if he was lucky. Of course, if luck was not with him he might just end up locked in here for real. His gaze drifted out across the figures huddled hopeless beneath the falling snow. How many of them were here because they had said the wrong thing at the wrong time, or failed in some assignment?

No. Stay focused, he told himself. There was no sense in resigning himself to failure. Yes, he had failed to keep Egorov alive, but he did have the formula, and he had got a good look at the assassin. In this weather there was no way he could have got far, and that meant that Illya had the chance to catch up with him. Exposing this plot was his both his duty and his exoneration.

He didn't think about what would happen if he failed.

Milwauke 1964

From time to time things went wrong. That was inevitable; it was how you dealt with the consequences afterwards that really mattered in Napoleon's opinion.

"I blame you," Illya said with feeling as they ran through the mud.

Of course, there were other schools of thought....

"I'm pretty sure all our current problems can be traced back to the weather, pal," he pointed out, somewhat breathlessly. "And you can't blame me for that."

"Of course I can," Illya said loftily. "You were the one who placed his shoes upside down on the windowsill. My babushka would tell you that is always a way to bring on the rain."

Napoleon gazed at him, or rather at the back of his head, hair plastered down by the rain. "Naturally, I mean no offense to your babushka -"

" - Naturally," Illya agreed.

" - But her grandson is a liar. You're making that up."

"The rain is going down the back of my shirt, Napoleon. And I fear our quarry is leading us in circles."

It was possible. The storm had caused a powercut which had led to their prisoner making his escape in the dark and the confusion. And since he had vital intelligence, they needed to get him back quickly. Mr Waverly had already made his displeasure plain.

He grinned. "If you ran as hard as you complained, you would have caught him already."

Somehow, trouble was never as bad when they were in it together.
[identity profile] alynwa.livejournal.com

April and Mark had arrived back in New York late last night after a rather harrowing affair in Billings, Montana.  Rather than go home and report to The Old Man first thing in the morning, they opted to head straight to Headquarters, grab the extra clothing they kept there and sleep in one of the visitor’s rooms on the upper floors to gain an extra hour’s sleep.

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