PicFic Tuesday 10/27/2015 -- POWERS OF THE EARTH

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Name: POWERS OF THE EARTH
Genre: GEN
Length: approx 1100 words
Rating: Everyone
Warnings: None

I wouldn’t exactly call this a Halloween story, but it does possess an element of the supernatural… maybe ;-)



( something earthy this way comes under the cut... )

Picfic Tuesday and day 3 of the 7 Days of Halloween!

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Bejeweled and Bewildered - PicFic 10/27

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It was a most unusual display, in the trendiest shop among all the Village offerings.  Greenwich Village had become a hub of hippy and avante gard shops, art galleries and mind bending substances, the latter of which mostly resided in back rooms.

One such establishment sold a line of cosmetics guaranteed to keep skin youthful and vibrant.  Ironically and with the usual twist of 60's imagination, the display in the window was a skeleton bedecked in jewels with a banner that read: Nothing looks as good as beautiful skin.

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"From the depths of darkness"~ the conclusion for PicFic Tuesday 10/27

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Part One


The prompt:

Napoleon waited patiently in Salzburg to meet up with his partner; once Illya had completed his milk run the two would have a few days of R&R in Austria, where ever they pleased. It was rare for Waverly to offer such time off and they were more than ready to accept.

There was no place in particular they wanted to go, just relaxing, enjoying the local beauties and cuisine were on their minds...well for Solo it was the women, with Illya it was of course the food first, then came women.  He had a preference for European ladies, as he found Americans a bit too...liberated.

Solo waited and waited at the agreed upon meeting point, checking his watch several times. Something was wrong; he should have heard from Illya by now.

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OOP-dees, I did it again!

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I was so excited about the start of all the Halloween stories yesterday that I forgot to post next week's PicFic, but thinking on it: perhaps we'll take next week off since there's been so much writing to do this week.

I will post a prompt on November 2nd (and try not to forget)
The Tuesday challenge will resume posting on 11/10.

There's lots of spooky stories still to comes this week for

   

The Tale of the Dead God - Picfic 27th Oct

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Eh, this didn't turn out quite as I'd hoped.

Napoleon woke in the darkness, stripped to his boxers and bound hand and foot. His head was pounding and his mouth and throat were dry and burning. This wasn't good; the last thing he remembered was the party the townsfolk had insisted on throwing for them in gratitude for the way they'd got rid of THRUSH. The innkeeper had poured them drink after drink – some local brew that had turned out to have more of a kick than he'd expected - and he only had the haziest memory of stumbling upstairs to their room, and after that.... After that, he was here.

The stone ground was cold beneath him. He rolled over, ready to try and get to his feet somehow, and froze as his bare foot pressed up against something warm and fleshy.

There was a muffled groan. “Napoleon, kindly get your foot out of my face.”

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