The success of our Picfic for 10/1

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I'd like to say a big THANK YOU to everyone who participated in this weeks PicFic, making it a very successful one.  Extending it to a week turnaround instead of twenty-four hours really made a difference in so many people joining in.  Now who'da thunk that a pot of chicken could be made that interesting?  Great job with the challenge everyone.

Just as a reminder the next story is due on Tuesday, October 8th.

Here's the prompt again, in case you missed it.

What evil fic can you come up with for this one...or non-evil?  Your story can be specific to the image or a vague reference, as the sky's the limit.  Happy Writing! Hope to see you all back again for this next PicFic Challenge!


                                 

The Randomness of life Chapter 62~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya, Wednesday drabble challenge 10/2

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Prompted by: What Almost Every Woman Knows Sooner Or Later ~ Ogden Nash

They think they can cure everything with a great big kiss,

Secretaries gathered at a back corner table in the commissary, their voices  hushed.

“I don’t get these agents, thinking they can love us and leave us, it’s not right.”

“You’re new here. The guys go out on missions and sometimes don’t come back, they live for today. Don’t you get it?”

you were trying to sacrifice, or immolate them,

“What about us, we have feelings. I mean Napoleon is a dream, but he’s dumped on me a few times.”

“I should be so lucky,” another said, “He can dump on me any time.”

"What about the Russian?"

“The Ice Prince, too cold for me. Anyone here been out with him?”

cold cream on your face or applying a touch of lipstick they seem to


think that you are up to some kind of black magic like a priestess of Voodoo.

One spoke up, wearing hardly any makeup, but had a natural beauty.

“I was with him a few times, very nice...and romantic.”

“You went out with him?  A plain Jane like you, you’re lying.”

“That’s what he said you’d all say. He thinks you’re a bunch of gossips.”

And when you are alone with them they ignore all the minor courtesies

“That’s what he said? Things like that won’t get him any dates, no matter how cute he is.

“Well I don’t really care what you say, I had a nice time with him and he was a real gentleman.”

“Wait, you didn’t go to bed with him?”

“A lady doesn’t say.”

and as for airs and graces, they utterly lack them,

“Good afternoon ladies,” Solo and Kuryakin interrupted, passing by the coffee klatch.

“Why good afternoon,” they all crooned back, blushing at being caught in their conversation.


“Oh my Gawd, “ one giggled, “They’re so....cute.”

“We can hear you ladies,” Napoleon called out. “And that’s handsome...”

A fit of nervous laughter stopped their chatter.

Napoleon’s comment had silenced their gossiping...for now.

The Aching of Illya Nickovetch - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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“How’s the head?” Napoleon eyed his partner with concern as he asked the question for what seemed like the millionth time.

“It has felt better.  THRUSH’s most diabolical scheme is to leave me with a headache the size of Siberia.”  It had been a difficult assignment, although the worst of it was this complaint from Illya.

“Perhaps an ice pack would help, or something to eat.”  Napoleon’s suggestions were well intended, but the thought of food suddenly erupted into a less than appetizing bolt for the bathroom.

It looked as though the Russian would be in medical a little longer.