Sep. 24th, 2015

Challenge: What’s My Line?
Prompt: Shall we dance?
Author: mrua7
Title: “Rumble in the South Side.”
Word Count: Approximately 725
As they rounded the corner, running at top speed, Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin immediately realized they’d made an egregious error.
The UNCLE agents found themselves cornered in a dead end alleyway. There were no doors to break down, no fire escapes to climb...nothing.
The half-dozen shadowy figures who had been in hot pursuit now stood blocking the only way out. Bowler-wearing men dressed in black suits, carrying umbrellas pointed directly at the two UNCLE agents.
Illya hurried out of the room the fortune clenched in his hand. "He who spends time seeking wisdom in fortune cookie loses against evil. Boom!" Mr. Waverly must know immediately. UNCLE headquarters needed to be evacuated. He entered the elevator, pushed the necessary button. Dizziness overcame him. Nausea and blurred vision overwhelmed as cold sweat broke out on his face. If Illya didn't know better, he would have guessed he had been poisoned. The fortune cookies? Lisa Rogers heard the ding of the elevator and looked up as the doors opened. Illya Kuryakin laid in a heap on the floor.
Dances with Partners
Sep. 24th, 2015 08:45 pmChallenge: What's My Line?
Line Prompt: Shall We Dance?
Author: Alynwa
Word Count: 1004
The Inspiration for the Story:
The Music They Danced To:
( The story... )
Line Prompt: Shall We Dance?
Author: Alynwa
Word Count: 1004
The Inspiration for the Story:
The Music They Danced To:
( The story... )
