HODOWE: Groundhog Day Story -- A SINGLE BLUE TONGUE OF FLAME

[carabele.livejournal.com]

Name: A SINGLE BLUE TONGUE OF FLAME
Genre: GEN
Warnings: MILD LANGUAGE
Length: approx 1500 words

Author’s Note: This vignette was written for the HODOWE: Groundhog Day Challenge and evokes the idea of “the awakening of the earth”. It is actually an aftertake on my fanfic story The Sticking in MUD Affair, which has not yet been publicly posted. However, the vignette can stand on its own. So read and let this little tale whet your mental appetite (I hope) for the longer story to come.



( PEEK UNDER THE CUT to maybe spy the groundhog and perhaps his shadow too )

HODOWE: Groundhog Day Story -- A SINGLE BLUE TONGUE OF FLAME

[carabele.livejournal.com]

Name: A SINGLE BLUE TONGUE OF FLAME
Genre: GEN
Warnings: MILD LANGUAGE
Length: approx 1500 words

Author’s Note: This vignette was written for the HODOWE: Groundhog Day Challenge and evokes the idea of “the awakening of the earth”. It is actually an aftertake on my fanfic story The Sticking in MUD Affair, which has not yet been publicly posted. However, the vignette can stand on its own. So read and let this little tale whet your mental appetite (I hope) for the longer story to come.
******UPDATE October 2014******
Since I originally posted this THE STICKING IN MUD AFFAIR has finally been completed and can be accessed in its entirety here.
******END UPDATE******



( PEEK UNDER THE CUT to maybe spy the groundhog and perhaps his shadow too )

HODOWE - Groundhog Day - "Two-Two"

[kitty4940.livejournal.com]

This is my first posted fic, and it is a drabble. Here goes!


( "Two-Two" ... )

HODOWE - Groundhog Day - "Two-Two"

[kitty4940.livejournal.com]

This is my first posted fic, and it is a drabble. Here goes!


( "Two-Two" ... )

Saving Illya - HODOWE Groundhog Day Challenge

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

This story is perhaps a little more angsty than you might expect from a reference to a groundhog.  It is, however, where the muse led me...
~~~~~:

"Where is he?"

The woman at the door hesitated only momentarily before stepping back into the entry. The dark haired man who entered nodded, somewhat apologetically, in an effort to stifle the inevitable disapproval of the matronly guardian.

"He is resting Señor Solo, you should take care to not disturb him."

But Napoleon hadn't driven all the way out to the wilds of Connecticut to be turned away by the over protective woman who now stood watch over his Russian partner.

( Read more... )

Saving Illya - HODOWE Groundhog Day Challenge

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

This story is perhaps a little more angsty than you might expect from a reference to a groundhog.  It is, however, where the muse led me...
~~~~~:

"Where is he?"

The woman at the door hesitated only momentarily before stepping back into the entry. The dark haired man who entered nodded, somewhat apologetically, in an effort to stifle the inevitable disapproval of the matronly guardian.

"He is resting Señor Solo, you should take care to not disturb him."

But Napoleon hadn't driven all the way out to the wilds of Connecticut to be turned away by the over protective woman who now stood watch over his Russian partner.

( Read more... )

Shadows

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Summary: Illya and Napoleon have a discussion while on stake-our near Punxsutawney Pa. A response to the U.N.C.L.E. HQ/ Section VII "HOWDOWE" Groundhog Day Challenge




We never escape shadows, they surround us, follow us and even hide within us. Most let them pass by without a thought, but to a man like Illya Kuryakin they rarely do.

At times his shadowy spectres are soft and gentle, memories of his mother, his grandmother or baby sister Katiya. Then there are times black shadows from is past come to haunt him, clawing at his soul. People he has known, things he has done at times weighing heavily on his shoulders. All part of him whether he wants them or not, they are what makes him who he is. They are his past.

Some are surprised by things that lurk in the dark but a man like Napoleon Solo rarely lets that happen. The ones that that hide around every corner, those that come from behind, he takes in stride. Looking upon them whimsically, the shadow of your smile, lyrics come to his mind while he's dancing with a beautiful woman... shadows don't always have to be a bad thing? His only ghosts that still appear to him from time to time are his Clara and what might have been. Regrets are like shadows.

( Read more... )

Shadows

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Summary: Illya and Napoleon have a discussion while on stake-our near Punxsutawney Pa. A response to the U.N.C.L.E. HQ/ Section VII "HOWDOWE" Groundhog Day Challenge




We never escape shadows, they surround us, follow us and even hide within us. Most let them pass by without a thought, but to a man like Illya Kuryakin they rarely do.

At times his shadowy spectres are soft and gentle, memories of his mother, his grandmother or baby sister Katiya. Then there are times black shadows from is past come to haunt him, clawing at his soul. People he has known, things he has done at times weighing heavily on his shoulders. All part of him whether he wants them or not, they are what makes him who he is. They are his past.

Some are surprised by things that lurk in the dark but a man like Napoleon Solo rarely lets that happen. The ones that that hide around every corner, those that come from behind, he takes in stride. Looking upon them whimsically, the shadow of your smile, lyrics come to his mind while he's dancing with a beautiful woman... shadows don't always have to be a bad thing? His only ghosts that still appear to him from time to time are his Clara and what might have been. Regrets are like shadows.

( Read more... )

For the HODOWE Challenge: Februa

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[About half the required words; hope that's ok]

Februa

We stand here on perpetual Candlemas,
Called by the ancients, Imbolc,
The point at which the Great Wheel turns.
Halfway between darkness and light,
The bitterness of winter and the promise of spring.

We dwell in liminality,
Plying our tradecraft in the in-between,
On the threshold between worlds;
One foot in the mundane,
One hand grasping the coat hook.

Funeral bells toll in the distance,
Each chime counting down the days
Until a companion’s death.
We close our ears against them,
Oblivious to their warning song.

Stiff winds blow, harsh and fierce,
So we seek out the maidens
Of St. Bridget’s Eve
With their warm houses and warmer beds
And corn dollies of hope.

But we have none to share
For the Bride we serve
Is not of hearth, but forge,
Purifying with flash
And blood and steel.

It is a time to light torches
Light bonfires, light fuses.
Freed from restraining bonds,
We scurry up from the depths like groundhogs
And watch for our shadows in the conflagration light.

One day, there will be no shadows,
No bells, no winds. But not today.
The shadows rear up, dark and threatening.
Winter persists.
We bundle against the cold, duck our heads, and move on.

For the HODOWE Challenge: Februa

[st-crispins.livejournal.com]

[About half the required words; hope that's ok]

Februa

We stand here on perpetual Candlemas,
Called by the ancients, Imbolc,
The point at which the Great Wheel turns.
Halfway between darkness and light,
The bitterness of winter and the promise of spring.

We dwell in liminality,
Plying our tradecraft in the in-between,
On the threshold between worlds;
One foot in the mundane,
One hand grasping the coat hook.

Funeral bells toll in the distance,
Each chime counting down the days
Until a companion’s death.
We close our ears against them,
Oblivious to their warning song.

Stiff winds blow, harsh and fierce,
So we seek out the maidens
Of St. Bridget’s Eve
With their warm houses and warmer beds
And corn dollies of hope.

But we have none to share
For the Bride we serve
Is not of hearth, but forge,
Purifying with flash
And blood and steel.

It is a time to light torches
Light bonfires, light fuses.
Freed from restraining bonds,
We scurry up from the depths like groundhogs
And watch for our shadows in the conflagration light.

One day, there will be no shadows,
No bells, no winds. But not today.
The shadows rear up, dark and threatening.
Winter persists.
We bundle against the cold, duck our heads, and move on.