A Little Christmas Story.

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Just wanted to post a Christmas themed story. It hasn't been beta'd so all mistakes are mine. I ask forgiveness from my beta if there are too many, and I'll blame it all on the wine.

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A Little Christmas Story.

[avrovulcan.livejournal.com]

Just wanted to post a Christmas themed story. It hasn't been beta'd so all mistakes are mine. I ask forgiveness from my beta if there are too many, and I'll blame it all on the wine.

( Story Below Cut..... )

Double Blond - A Little Drabble Do Ya

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

“I just had the most peculiar experience.”

Illya had come into his and Napoleon’s office and sat down hard, causing his chair to roll slightly.

“Peculiar?  In what way?”

Napoleon had a different way of measuring what was or was not peculiar.

“I saw a man on the street who … it’s ridiculous I suppose, but…”

The blond was shaking his head, seemingly unable to express himself.

“What?  Don’t just leave me without the punch line, Illya.”

Illya looked up, his blue eyes truly disturbed.  Now Napoleon was interested, if not a little concerned.

“He looked just like me.”

Double Blond - A Little Drabble Do Ya

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

“I just had the most peculiar experience.”

Illya had come into his and Napoleon’s office and sat down hard, causing his chair to roll slightly.

“Peculiar?  In what way?”

Napoleon had a different way of measuring what was or was not peculiar.

“I saw a man on the street who … it’s ridiculous I suppose, but…”

The blond was shaking his head, seemingly unable to express himself.

“What?  Don’t just leave me without the punch line, Illya.”

Illya looked up, his blue eyes truly disturbed.  Now Napoleon was interested, if not a little concerned.

“He looked just like me.”

The Randomness of Life Chapter 21~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

A City Remembered ~Vernon Scannell

.

Of soot more myriad than gnats, a cloud

I remember that night on the beach in Long Island, we were so young when we explored each other, as precocious teens often do.

She was willing and I even more so.

Napoleon sighed as he remembered the first time he made love to a girl...what was her name?
.


I see the trams, like galleons at night,

I see the faces of them all, hundreds of beautiful women that I caressed, and been caressed by them.

Drifting like enchanting phantoms through my memories... filling a gap left by Clara, or at least part of it.

There won’t be another like her in my life, but I’ll keep looking.

.

Laborious smoke, stale beer and autumn gusts,

I can’t help myself when I see those pouting lips and swaying hips.

The ladies of UNCLE are wise to my ways, dating many, not just one.

Yet they still flutter to me like moths to a flame.

Hey, when you got it, you got it ...and I have it.

.


And when it sputtered out, hung charred and sombre,

I’ve overdone things a bit, but learned my lesson; one date at a time... not every night of the week.

I was slapped three times yesterday because I mixed up some names, and the nights we were to rendezvous. *

Time to slow down...

(Phone rings)

“Mandy? Sure...how about in an hour?”

.


For beauty is the shape of our desires.

“Sandy, mon petit chou.” I kissed her and she kissed me back with equal fervor, though seconds later I realized I called her by the wrong name.

“Aren’t you going to slap me for my faux pas?”

“Mmmm, only if you stop what you’re doing with your hands Napoleon dear.”

.

A desolate enchantment that I"ll love.

And slipping from her bed; the enchantment already fading away...

Yet I’ll dream of my next encounter with another woman; the touch, the scent.

I’ll never end these affairs. They tell me I’m alive, filling the hollow emptiness in my heart left by the only woman I ever really loved.

.

* ref “The Name Game”

The Randomness of Life Chapter 21~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

A City Remembered ~Vernon Scannell

.

Of soot more myriad than gnats, a cloud

I remember that night on the beach in Long Island, we were so young when we explored each other, as precocious teens often do.

She was willing and I even more so.

Napoleon sighed as he remembered the first time he made love to a girl...what was her name?
.


I see the trams, like galleons at night,

I see the faces of them all, hundreds of beautiful women that I caressed, and been caressed by them.

Drifting like enchanting phantoms through my memories... filling a gap left by Clara, or at least part of it.

There won’t be another like her in my life, but I’ll keep looking.

.

Laborious smoke, stale beer and autumn gusts,

I can’t help myself when I see those pouting lips and swaying hips.

The ladies of UNCLE are wise to my ways, dating many, not just one.

Yet they still flutter to me like moths to a flame.

Hey, when you got it, you got it ...and I have it.

.


And when it sputtered out, hung charred and sombre,

I’ve overdone things a bit, but learned my lesson; one date at a time... not every night of the week.

I was slapped three times yesterday because I mixed up some names, and the nights we were to rendezvous. *

Time to slow down...

(Phone rings)

“Mandy? Sure...how about in an hour?”

.


For beauty is the shape of our desires.

“Sandy, mon petit chou.” I kissed her and she kissed me back with equal fervor, though seconds later I realized I called her by the wrong name.

“Aren’t you going to slap me for my faux pas?”

“Mmmm, only if you stop what you’re doing with your hands Napoleon dear.”

.

A desolate enchantment that I"ll love.

And slipping from her bed; the enchantment already fading away...

Yet I’ll dream of my next encounter with another woman; the touch, the scent.

I’ll never end these affairs. They tell me I’m alive, filling the hollow emptiness in my heart left by the only woman I ever really loved.

.

* ref “The Name Game”

A Little Drabble Do Ya

[avrovulcan.livejournal.com]

Link to The Pick-up Part 1:http://mfu-scrapbook.livejournal.com/741426.html

The Pick-up Part 2.

As they left the Place de la Concorde, a Frenchman knocked into Illya.

“Excusez-moi, monsieur.” The stranger said, steadying the Russian.

“Ne vous inquiétez pas.” llya replied.

Illya and Napoleon continued on their way. Suddely Kuryakin stopped, patting his pockets.

“Chyort, it has gone.”

“What?” Asked Napoleon.

“The envelope. The man who knocked me must have it.”

Turning, they saw their suspect disappear into a building.

“I think we need a chat with our friend.”

“You have a plan?”

“I’m working on one.”

Napoleon grinned.

“Sigh, Go on, I know you want to.”

“Someone has lighter fingers than you?”

A Little Drabble Do Ya

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Link to The Pick-up Part 1:http://mfu-scrapbook.livejournal.com/741426.html

The Pick-up Part 2.

As they left the Place de la Concorde, a Frenchman knocked into Illya.

“Excusez-moi, monsieur.” The stranger said, steadying the Russian.

“Ne vous inquiétez pas.” llya replied.

Illya and Napoleon continued on their way. Suddely Kuryakin stopped, patting his pockets.

“Chyort, it has gone.”

“What?” Asked Napoleon.

“The envelope. The man who knocked me must have it.”

Turning, they saw their suspect disappear into a building.

“I think we need a chat with our friend.”

“You have a plan?”

“I’m working on one.”

Napoleon grinned.

“Sigh, Go on, I know you want to.”

“Someone has lighter fingers than you?”