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Nov. 16th, 2015
Short Affair PROMPTS for November 23rd
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It is time for the short affair prompts once again, but firstly I want to say something.
Terrible things happened in Paris on Friday, things which have not only destroyed lives, but which will reverberate around the world. As such, a few of you will not be feeling the inclination to write anything for stories due today; especially given our subject of good versus abject evil. That is perfectly okay, and I more than understand.
I would like to suggest, that those of us who do write something for today, do something light-hearted and fun. We don’t need near death and destruction today, but we could all do with something to raise a smile and lift the spirits. Since this is a last minute suggestion, then I don’t mind if you post in the next couple of days. If you already have something heavier prepared, then feel free to still post it. The prompts for today’s posts can be found here.
The prompts you will need for stories due on 16th November can be found beneath the cut, along with all the rules.
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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jkkitty.livejournal.comTitle: Always Take Care of Your Friends
Author: jkkitty
Prompt words: Nibble and Increase
Prompt Colour: Crimson
Word Count: 617
The two of them sat there nibbling on the cheese left for them. “We are so lucky to have such a nice man to live with papa.”
“That we are son.” The sound of the key in the door lock had the two of the scurrying behind the chair.
When the door opened Illya stumbled into his apartment holding his stomach. He had been in the laundry room downstairs when a woman came over to talk to him. They spoke for a few minutes until he turned from getting his items out of the washer. The knife she was holding was embedded in this stomach before he even noticed it.
“Thrush sends their greetings,” she had yelled as she left him on the ground.
Struggling to his feet, he left the laundry on the ground and forced himself to walk to the elevator. Leaning again the wall as the elevator went up, he felt the wetness of his blood escaping the wound. He held onto the railing until he reached his floor. Finally he managed to get to his door and succeeded getting his key into the lock. Almost falling into the apartment, he reset his alarm without thinking about it.
Illya was just able to make it halfway across the room before collapsing on the couch trying to grab his communicator but was unable to reach it before he lost consciousness. The crimson stain on his chest was spreading. His respiratory rate was increasing and he was becoming weaker by the minute.
“Papa what do we do? Our friend is hurt.”
“I will go check on him. You hide here.” With that papa ran across the floor and up the couch looking at the bleeding man. The crimson fluid was running onto the floor.
Returning from the couch after looking over the man lying there, the smaller one begged his father. “We have to do something. He is always so kind to us.”
“I agree son but what can we do.”
The two looked around until the little one saw the alarm wires. “Father look! We could break those and his alarm would go off. That would get him help.”
“Great idea son! Let’s get to it, he has lost consciousness.”
Together the two nibbled on the wires. Within minutes the alarm began, sending the two scampering back to their hole.
…….
It was a few weeks before Illya was released from medical and could return to his apartment. Although no one from security could figure out how the alarm wires were destroyed, Illya just smiled.
“Okay Illya, the doctor said back to bed for the rest of the day,” Napoleon told him as he set down the supplies from medical.
“I need to do something first,” the Russian told him moving toward the kitchen.
“Illya,” Napoleon sighed.
“One minute then I will go to bed.” He said reaching into the refrigerator grabbing a few piece of cheese. After placing them on a small plate, he handed it to Napoleon. “Put this by that mouse hole will you.”
“You’re feeding the mice? Housekeeping isn’t going to like this.” But put it down anyway.
As the men headed into Illya’s bedroom, they heard the squeaking of mice.
“Thank you my friends. I appreciate your help.” Illya murmured.
“You honestly don’t think the mice had anything to do with this do you?” Napoleon laughed.
Illya only smiled at him as he slipped into bed.
…….
“Look papa our friend it back and looks better. He even left us some cheese.”
“Remember son, always take care of your friends and they will take care of you.” With that the two sat down to eat the gift from their friend.
Author: jkkitty
Prompt words: Nibble and Increase
Prompt Colour: Crimson
Word Count: 617
The two of them sat there nibbling on the cheese left for them. “We are so lucky to have such a nice man to live with papa.”
“That we are son.” The sound of the key in the door lock had the two of the scurrying behind the chair.
When the door opened Illya stumbled into his apartment holding his stomach. He had been in the laundry room downstairs when a woman came over to talk to him. They spoke for a few minutes until he turned from getting his items out of the washer. The knife she was holding was embedded in this stomach before he even noticed it.
“Thrush sends their greetings,” she had yelled as she left him on the ground.
Struggling to his feet, he left the laundry on the ground and forced himself to walk to the elevator. Leaning again the wall as the elevator went up, he felt the wetness of his blood escaping the wound. He held onto the railing until he reached his floor. Finally he managed to get to his door and succeeded getting his key into the lock. Almost falling into the apartment, he reset his alarm without thinking about it.
Illya was just able to make it halfway across the room before collapsing on the couch trying to grab his communicator but was unable to reach it before he lost consciousness. The crimson stain on his chest was spreading. His respiratory rate was increasing and he was becoming weaker by the minute.
“Papa what do we do? Our friend is hurt.”
“I will go check on him. You hide here.” With that papa ran across the floor and up the couch looking at the bleeding man. The crimson fluid was running onto the floor.
Returning from the couch after looking over the man lying there, the smaller one begged his father. “We have to do something. He is always so kind to us.”
“I agree son but what can we do.”
The two looked around until the little one saw the alarm wires. “Father look! We could break those and his alarm would go off. That would get him help.”
“Great idea son! Let’s get to it, he has lost consciousness.”
Together the two nibbled on the wires. Within minutes the alarm began, sending the two scampering back to their hole.
…….
It was a few weeks before Illya was released from medical and could return to his apartment. Although no one from security could figure out how the alarm wires were destroyed, Illya just smiled.
“Okay Illya, the doctor said back to bed for the rest of the day,” Napoleon told him as he set down the supplies from medical.
“I need to do something first,” the Russian told him moving toward the kitchen.
“Illya,” Napoleon sighed.
“One minute then I will go to bed.” He said reaching into the refrigerator grabbing a few piece of cheese. After placing them on a small plate, he handed it to Napoleon. “Put this by that mouse hole will you.”
“You’re feeding the mice? Housekeeping isn’t going to like this.” But put it down anyway.
As the men headed into Illya’s bedroom, they heard the squeaking of mice.
“Thank you my friends. I appreciate your help.” Illya murmured.
“You honestly don’t think the mice had anything to do with this do you?” Napoleon laughed.
Illya only smiled at him as he slipped into bed.
…….
“Look papa our friend it back and looks better. He even left us some cheese.”“Remember son, always take care of your friends and they will take care of you.” With that the two sat down to eat the gift from their friend.
"Misty" ~ for the Short Affair 11/16
Nov. 16th, 2015 03:00 pmmrua7.livejournal.comChallenge: The Short Affair
Prompt 1: nibble
Prompt 2: crimson
Title: "Misty"
author: mrua7
Word count: Approx. 875
The 21 Club was crowded tonight, but Napoleon being a regular patron was ensured a table was waiting for him.
Sitting beside him was a lovely blonde airline stewardess by the name of Tricia Sommers, and they were engaged in light conversation, nothing personal or suggestive...at this point.
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ssclassof56.livejournal.comDoes double-duty as a Short Challenge. Prompts: nibble/crimson
Chapter 1 here. Chapter 2 here. Chapter 3 here. Chapter 4 here.
Section II: "I did not know high fashion was that competitive."
Chapter 5
"She likes her evenings elegant and dignified."
Napoleon sipped his Martini, his gaze sweeping the elegant Manhattan penthouse. Elegant, he repeated to himself. It was a good word to describe everything about this evening. The quality seemed to emanate from the woman at his side, permeating the apartment and all its inhabitants. Aggressive elegance, Napoleon thought whimsically.
Madeline Colbourne, delicious in Chanel, kept up a continuous flow of data on everyone present. Napoleon's brain was feeling full. He had lost track of the names after the twelfth person she pointed out, and even the faces were beginning to blend together. Occasionally he would dutifully jot in his notebook as Madeline relayed a fact with particular emphasis.
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Chapter 1 here. Chapter 2 here. Chapter 3 here. Chapter 4 here.
Section II: "I did not know high fashion was that competitive."
Chapter 5
"She likes her evenings elegant and dignified."
Napoleon sipped his Martini, his gaze sweeping the elegant Manhattan penthouse. Elegant, he repeated to himself. It was a good word to describe everything about this evening. The quality seemed to emanate from the woman at his side, permeating the apartment and all its inhabitants. Aggressive elegance, Napoleon thought whimsically.
Madeline Colbourne, delicious in Chanel, kept up a continuous flow of data on everyone present. Napoleon's brain was feeling full. He had lost track of the names after the twelfth person she pointed out, and even the faces were beginning to blend together. Occasionally he would dutifully jot in his notebook as Madeline relayed a fact with particular emphasis.
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Sweet Suite - Short Affair - Nov 16th
Nov. 16th, 2015 09:06 pmjantojones.livejournal.com
Prompts – Nibble/Crimson
Word Count (Approx.) - 502
“You really didn’t need to come with me,” Illya protested, for what was probably the twentieth time. “I’m fairly certain I am able to by a couch on my own.”
“As I’ve already told you,” replied Napoleon, as the two men entered the large furniture store. “I know the guy that owns this place.”
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