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Oct. 27th, 2014
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glennagirl.livejournal.comPrompts: shelf/white
A little bit of Halloween to go with our week of stories...
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A little bit of Halloween to go with our week of stories...
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'Short Affair' PROMPTS for 7th November
Oct. 27th, 2014 08:20 amjantojones.livejournal.com
I can't believe I'm onto my fourth prompt already. What is even scarier is that the stories for this one are due at the beginning of November. I've come a long way since I started writing MFU fic back in the spring.
As always, you'll find the prompts and the rules below the cut.
Enjoy.
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mrua7.livejournal.comWow the first prompt of November! This year is just flying by! Before we know it...it'll be Christmas and New Years. Sigh.
Rules of the Challenge:
Due: Tuesday, November 4th
Statistical stuff: Minimum 500 words
Subject Matter: Should fit into the GENeral concepts of the community, and contains nothing explicit and reflects the 1960's series in style and content. However, that being said, there is a GEN-mature tag option for stories that contain violence, torture, angst or mild het. (for these please add an appropriate warning at the beginning of your story)
Subject Header: Please include in your Subject Header the phrase "For Picfic Tuesday, the due date and your title
Tags: Use PicFic, Gen or Gen-mature
Here's your prompt: Something a little more festive now that we've gotten through all the great Halloween-ish stories!
Rules of the Challenge:
Due: Tuesday, November 4th
Statistical stuff: Minimum 500 words
Subject Matter: Should fit into the GENeral concepts of the community, and contains nothing explicit and reflects the 1960's series in style and content. However, that being said, there is a GEN-mature tag option for stories that contain violence, torture, angst or mild het. (for these please add an appropriate warning at the beginning of your story)
Subject Header: Please include in your Subject Header the phrase "For Picfic Tuesday, the due date and your title
Tags: Use PicFic, Gen or Gen-mature
Here's your prompt: Something a little more festive now that we've gotten through all the great Halloween-ish stories!
avirra.livejournal.com( Abandon hope all ye who enter )
jantojones.livejournal.com
Prompts – Shelf/White
Word Count (approx.) - 740
“A clairvoyant, Napoleon?” Illya asked, as he read the sign above the small storefront.
“There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Illya, than can be dreamed of in your philosophies.”
“Please don’t paraphrase Hamlet at me,” the Russian grumbled. “I was merely asking why we were visiting a clairvoyant.”
“Our courier left the microdot with her.”
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mrua7.livejournal.comOridinally posted on Scrapbook for a past Halloween challenge, this was prompted by a photo that Spikesgirl took of a gravemarker. It was a perfect prompt for this Sherlock Holmes-ish Man from UNCLE tale for Halloween. Hope you enjoy reading it.
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It was a favor he said, if they didn’t mind, but when the Old Man asked, it really wasn’t optional.
A friend from his younger days, the now Lord John Kirby had been experiencing odd events at his highland estate in the northern reaches of Scotland.
Several of his tenants had been injured by a mysterious beast, as well as having lost some of their sheep; the locals, thinking it was some sort of wolf.
Lord Kirby’s beloved pet dog had been found dead just inside the moor, a deadly place to be, but it wasn't the moor the killed the dog. It was a grisly sight with the beautiful purebred animal’s throat torn open.
It was one thing to deal with a wild animal, but when a mysterious note was found tacked to the door of his home; that was when he contacted his old friend Alexander.
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mrua7.livejournal.comChallenge: The Short Affair
Prompt Word #1 - Rush
Prompt Colour – White
Title: The sum of one’s fears
Author: mrua7
Word Count: Approx. 750
Napoleon Solo walked slowly along the waters edge; looking at the rough surf with its white capped waves crashing like battling samurai as two long fishing boats struggled to come ashore.
The fisherman’s nets behind him at this sleepy Japanese village were hung with care behind him, with the rest of the village boats raised on piles of grey stone to keep them from being washed away.
The sky was becoming darker as ominous storm clouds loomed on the horizon, yet for some reason the American wished he was out on that water, though the image of Mount Fuji was still visible in the distance.
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jantojones.livejournal.comThe lights in medical had been dimmed to night-time levels, lulling Napoleon into a light doze in his chair. He hadn’t had any proper sleep since before he’d brought his partner in, with a gunshot wound in his chest, thirty-six hours previously. The doctors had given him a good prognosis, but Solo wouldn’t leave until Illya woke.
Sensing movement in the room, Napoleon opened his eyes and was startled by the sight of a woman leaning over the unconscious form in the bed. Somehow, he knew she wasn’t a threat. He watched in silence as she gently stroked Illya’s hair and sang him a Russian lullaby. The woman then kissed his forehead and leaned near his ear.
“Prosypaysya Illyusha. (Wake up Illyusha),”she whispered.
Illya’s eyes opened and he squinted at the figure above him.
“Mama?”
She softly stroked the cheek of her son before turning to Napoleon.
“Spaciba,” she thanked him, as she faded away.
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When he was recovered, Illya made no mention of his dead mother’s visit. Napoleon figured that, even if his partner remembered, he’d probably just put it down to delirium. Solo however, would never forget it.
Sensing movement in the room, Napoleon opened his eyes and was startled by the sight of a woman leaning over the unconscious form in the bed. Somehow, he knew she wasn’t a threat. He watched in silence as she gently stroked Illya’s hair and sang him a Russian lullaby. The woman then kissed his forehead and leaned near his ear.
“Prosypaysya Illyusha. (Wake up Illyusha),”she whispered.
Illya’s eyes opened and he squinted at the figure above him.
“Mama?”
She softly stroked the cheek of her son before turning to Napoleon.
“Spaciba,” she thanked him, as she faded away.
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When he was recovered, Illya made no mention of his dead mother’s visit. Napoleon figured that, even if his partner remembered, he’d probably just put it down to delirium. Solo however, would never forget it.
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