Apr. 13th, 2015
'Short Affair' PROMPTS for April 20th
Apr. 13th, 2015 08:48 am
It’s a beautiful spring morning here in my part of the UK, and is almost enough to put me into a rare ‘free and easy’ mood. It’s a perfect day for writing.
You’ll find the prompts and rules, for stories due next Monday, beneath the cut. Come and give it a go.
There’s also still plenty of time to get something in for today’s ‘Short Affair’ post. You’ll find those prompts here.
Great news! The 'Short Affair' challenge is now open to postings in the Map Room. The word count of 300 - 1000 is perfect for a romantic tryst. If you do post in the Map Room, don't forget to leave a link to it on Section VII.
Have fun
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Happy Birthday Carabele!
Apr. 13th, 2015 10:00 am
Ups and Downs - Short Affair
Apr. 13th, 2015 02:17 pmPrompts: Index and white
Word count: 976
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The room was full of the clacking of keyboards as twenty women went about the business of typing reports, documenting files and more or less keeping the United Network Command for Law and Enforcement running smoothly. The agents had their parts to play, the secretaries the task of making it all part of the organization's official record.
White against the grey of walls and machines, paper rolled from inside the IBM Selectric as fingers moved with precision across the keyboards, causing the room to sound like tiny bits of hail pelting a tin roof.


Prompt Word: Index
Prompt Colour : White
Words: Approx 1000
Link to Part One: A Forgotten Past
Link to Part Two: A Forgotten Past
Link to Part Three: A Forgotten Past
Becca, Illya, Emily, Gramps and Grams descended the sweeping staircase and made their way to the study.
An ancient oak desk took pride of place in the room, two of the white painted walls were lined with bookshelves, the third had a huge picture window looking out onto the estate and the fourth had various Old Masters paintings hanging on it.
Becca perched on the edge of the desk, looking out the window.
"Where do we start?" She sighed.

Prompts – Tough/White
Word Count (approx.) – 508
Alexander Waverly stood in the medical suite and silently observed the two unconscious men. He’d known, as had they, that the assignment he’d sent them on was almost certainly a suicide mission. How they’d escaped the massive explosion was anyone’s guess, and would only be known if, and when, they recovered. The doctor had tentatively given Napoleon Solo a good prognosis, but for Illya Kuryakin, it wasn’t so positive. It was no surprise that the Russian had received the worst of it. He seemed to be a magnet for injury, but that was what made him a superb agent. The assignment always came first. The same could be said for Solo, but he seemed to have a better guardian angel.
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