The Reading Room - Something to brighten the day...

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I'm indulging in a little nepotism, posting stories from previous posts here on Section VII.  Last year we celebrated the Vernal Equinox with a challenge, and one of the resulting stories is this little dance through the park.  The guys need a little sunshine in their lives, as do many of us as storms weigh in all around us.
The Flowers That Bloom In The Spring - Tra La! by mrua7

A double header today ;)  This one is also from the Section VII archives, a reminder of how many great stories we've had here.
Like A Phoenix From Ashes by alynwa

The Reading Room - For the Blizzard

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 I'm indulging in a little nepotism, posting stories from previous posts on Section VII @ LJ.  Last year we celebrated the Vernal Equinox with a challenge, and one of the resulting stories is this little dance through the park.  The guys need a little sunshine in their lives, as do many of us as storms weigh in all around us.
The Flowers That Bloom In The Spring - Tra La! by mrua7

A double header today ;)  This one is also from the Section VII archives, a reminder of how many great stories we've had here.
Like A Phoenix From Ashes by alynwa

C'est La Vie - A House of Vanya Story

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For those who dislike Napoleon's idle period... Well, and those of us who really like this picture ;)
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House of Vanya stories:
Becoming Vanya
Leaving UNCLE
The Masquerade
Secrets

“You have the wrong number. Don’t call me again …”

The voice on the other end was smug, almost condescending.

“Ah, but this is the correct number.  You may have changed your office and camouflaged yourself with silks and showrooms, but we know you Mr. Kuryakin.  We know who you work for when you’re not sending models down the runway, and we know about your daughter and her mother.”

Illya’s heart nearly stopped at that. Was Nicolette in danger now, because of him?

“Do I detect some hesitation in your denial now?  Please remember that wherever you think is safe, we’ll be close by.”

Click.

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C'est La Vie - A House of Vanya Story

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Where we solve Napoleon's idleness...


 House of Vanya stories:
Becoming Vanya
Leaving UNCLE
The Masquerade
Secrets

 

“You have the wrong number. Don’t call me again …”

The voice on the other end was smug, almost condescending.

“Ah, but this is the correct number.  You may have changed your office and camouflaged yourself with silks and showrooms, but we know you Mr. Kuryakin.  We know who you work for when you’re not sending models down the runway, and we know about your daughter and her mother.”

Illya’s heart nearly stopped at that. Was Nicolette in danger now, because of him?

“Do I detect some hesitation in your denial now?  Please remember that wherever you think is safe, we’ll be close by.”

Click.

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My Mary Sue.

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Lets make this clear before I start, I'm a reader not a writer. That's why my posts aren't necessarily the most coherent things you'll read. It also explains why I never progressed beyond the Mary Sue stage of development.

So I thought back to those prepubescent days of my youth when I made up stories to send me to sleep. I had a character who was pure Mary Sue, and everything I wasn't but would have loved to have been (though I bet I would have hated being like that.)

She had long, black hair that fell to her waist (my hair loses condition once it gets towards my collar.) She could sail boats of all sizes (I get sea sick) and climb mountains (I don't climb ladders.) In her late teens she was involved in computer development and designed control systems, which of course meant she owned a company which left her filthy rich and independent. And naturally I inserted her into every book and TV programme I enjoyed, from "Swallows and Amazons" to Doctor Who.

And thinking about her, I'm still stuck at that writing level, but she's grown older with me.

No longer older than me, she's slightly younger and has cut her hair. Somewhere along the line she had a son who's now in his early 20s and assists her by doing the leg work in any adventures she might have. The company is still bringing in the money, but she leaves it in the hands of carefully chosen managers. And having designed the control systems for the deep space probes for NASA all those years ago she still drops into the JPL to monitor progress.

I haven't thought of her for years, it's strange how she's older now, but I still know where she's been.

And I suppose I should admit to the little that I have written, http://www.b7fic.com/viewuser.php?uid=18