The 'Correspondence' Affair #24 - March 31, 1913 (Millicent to Alexander)

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From : Thun, Switzerland

March 31, 1913

My dearest Alexander,

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The Reading Room - A Word from Francis Kerst

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 As we continue to post stories written by those who were part of the Gen Round Robin on mfuwss, we have come to franciskerst By her own admission she has written only one MFU story.  It just happens to be one of my favorites, and although I've rec'd it previously, I'll let her tell you about it in this entry from December of last year.  You can follow the link to the story on AO3, either for the first time or, like me the fourth or fifth reading.

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Lj seems to be having some issues, so... good luck.

Reading Room - Francis Kerst

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As we continue to post stories written by those who were part of the Gen Round Robin on mfuwss, we have come to franciskerst
By her own admission she has written only one MFU story.  It just happens to be one of my favorites, and although I've rec'd it previously, I'll let her tell you about it in this entry from December of last year.  You can follow the link to the story on AO3, either for the first time or, like me the fourth or fifth reading.

franciskerst on writing mfu

SNAPSHOTS~"When things look their worst..."

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Warning: Gen-Mature


It was dark as hell. Napoleon and Illya found themselves running at top speed trying to escape their pursuors, but had no idea they were heading straight towards a precipice.

They came upon it almost at the same time, though the American reached it a split second before his Russian partner. He stopped at the edge, his arms windmilling as he tired to propel himself backwards.

Illya halted in time, and reached out to grab Napoleon, taking hold of his hand just as the American went over the edge.

Kuryakin yelped as the sudden jerk and weight pulled at his arm, stressing his shoulder.

“Hang on Napoleon!” Illya could feel himself slipping forward, taking him closer to the edge.

“It’s no good!” Solo called back, “Let me go!”

“Nooo! I will not do that!”

The THRUSH goons arrived, kicking the Russian in the side, and making him lose his grip.

“Nyeeeet!” Illya screamed out, trying to reach out with his other hand, but it was too late.

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I've written a short piece for the What's My Line Challenge. It's called 'Got to Fly' and is a vaguely naughty.

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