Oct. 26th, 2015

[identity profile] jantojones.livejournal.com
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Good morning one and all, and welcome to the first prompt for the first stories due in November. This week the fates have given us two uninspiring words, but I’m sure the talented people we have here will be able to make something of them. The prompts and rules are where they always are, under the cut.

There’s still time to join in with today’s Hallowe’en themed posts. We’re having a week of spooky fun here on Section VII, so why not join us. You’ll find the prompt you need for today right here.



Should your story be AU, Long term romance, or Het, then please post it in the Map Room (remembering to leave a link to it on Section VII).

Have Fun.

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[identity profile] mrua7.livejournal.com


Time to post those Halloween-ish Short Affair Stories!

Day 2 of the 7 days of halloween

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[identity profile] otherhawk.livejournal.com
Prompt Word - Spooky
Prompt Colour - White
Word Count - 987

Spooky Ray's House of Horror

“I find this amount of spider webs implausible,” Illya commented as he brushed the stuff away to try and clear a path.

“I'm not so sure,” Napoleon answered, a step behind and already stooping to avoid getting any of the webbing on his currently-immaculate suit. “Remember those catacombs in Gibraltar? For a moment I was sure you were going to get stuck.”

He did remember and now he came to think of it he really didn't particularly care to be reminded. “Still I feel they are overdoing the décor a little,” he said. “And also I do not believe spiders count as 'spooky'.”

They're creating an atmosphere,” Napoleon said easily. “Lighten up and enjoy.”

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[identity profile] jkkitty.livejournal.com
Title:   The Name of the Game
Author:  jkkitty
Prompt words:  Spooky, spirit
Prompt color:   White
Word count:     399

April came into the gym locker room in time to see a white puff coming from Napoleon’s locker covering him as he opened it. “I’m going to get you Kuryakin.”   He yelled.

“He didn’t really?  Illya the man who never smiles, who people call the Ice Prince pulled off a gag.”  April asked laughing so hard tears were running down her face as Napoleon stood before her covered in flour from head to toe.   “What did you do to get him to actually pull off this revenge?”

“Why do you assume I did something?”   Napoleon asked shaking his head sending white dust flying all over.

“Do you really need to ask that question?   I’ve been the object of your April Fool jokes more than once.   Okay now spill, what did you do to Illya to make him cover you with flour?”

“You know he was gone last week, and I was watching his cat for him.   One day I asked Mark to help and we wired his apartment with a speaker and hologram machine.  Then we set-up a recording to start with low spooky noises about an hour after he fell asleep.  As it got louder, a hologram of white spirits on his wall would start dancing and the noises became louder.   Once he turned on his light it would stop.  After the third night, he found the equipment.”

“And nothing happened to Mark?”   April asked just as her partner opened his locker to a small puff and flour covering him. 

“That Russian!”  Mark yelled.

She started to leave laughing harder but stopped when Napoleon called out.

“April.  How did you know to be in here when this happened?”

Illya walked around the corner offering her his hand. “I’ll leave you two to explain to the coach what happen in here.”  He called back as they passed the coach walking into the room.

“Solo and Slate what did you do to my locker room?   I’m tired of your silly pranks.  The two of you will clean up this room before you leave.”  

Napoleon opened his mouth to say something but the coach yelled, “Don’t say a word Solo, just clean up the mess.”

Illya and April heard the coach as they walked away.

“Hungry April?  I hear they are having a typical Halloween meal.”

Giggling they headed toward the cafeteria leaving their partners to the wrath of the coach.
[identity profile] mrua7.livejournal.com

Challenge: The Short Affair


Author: mrua7

Title: "From the depths of Darkness"

Word count: Approximately 1000




“I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.”

Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra




The drive thus far had been uneventful, nor was it pleasant and scenic. Tall gnarly trees bereft of leaves as it was season’s end, their jagged branches reaching like skeletal hands across the rural road, made for a rather ominous view.


Still they were just trees, Illya Kuryakin told himself.


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[identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com

Prompts: spirit, white.
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[identity profile] jantojones.livejournal.com
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I'm really, really not sure about this one. I think I've missed the mark completely.

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Prompts – Spooky/White
Word Count (approx.) – 541



Emily Gardner was a sensible woman, but after a day telling Hallowe’en ghost stories with the other women in the secretarial pool, even she was feeling a little spooked. It probably wouldn’t be such a problem if she hadn’t had a telephone call from Mr Solo, asking her to locate a file from the archives.

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