IT'S TIME FOR WRITER'S CHOICE! (and readers too) on Section VII!

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For those of you not familiar with Writer's Choice; it's a weekly opportunity for writers to rec their own stories, especially if you're one of those fanfiction authors who hardly ever gets your stories rec'd. You also can, along with readers, reccomend stories written by your favorite authors. So post your links to your stories here!

If you rec a story please try to give a little blurb about why you like it, along with a brief summary of the story. (if you can.)

Gen and Gen-Mature MFU fics are rec'd here on section7mfu.
Pre-slash, slash MFU fics can be rec'd on our sister site:uncle_du_jour
Romance, Het and AU MFU fics rec in our other sister site:mfu_map_room

                                                          IT'S ALL GOOD!

Writer's Choice - Two Together

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The first is a double drabble that ended without resolution.  The second entry (link is to AO3), has the follow up.  Now that I've re-read them there are dangerous delusions developing concerning a true end to this story.

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I Want You Babe

He couldn't get her out of his mind...the vision of her. He'd seen her just for one minute and, considering what he did for a living, had not thought it would be difficult to follow her and then gain introductions.

He was wrong. She had completely eluded him in that department store, going from one aisle to the next and changing floors with an ever increasing urgency that he couldn't seem to follow.

It was driving him mad. He needed to find her and capture her affections. But...where was she now? He'd already been to the top floor and checked on the offices and gift wrap niche, still frustrated and without a clue as to where she'd escaped.

She had lovely lips. Lucious lips. And green eyes that had fairly glimmered against the backdrop of olive skin and auburn hair. And her body had made him...yearn. He immediately wanted to caress her, stroke...

Just that momentary glimpse of her had been intoxicating and now...he was aching to find her, know her and...he had to find her.

He didn't think he could go back to headquarters without knowing who she was, and whether or not the reality of her was as good as what he was developing in his mind as perfection.

What if she wasn't perfect. What if he were mistaken and his judgement was now in jeopardy of having failed him. What if he chased her all over this damned store and she turned out to be...married. Or, worse yet, boring.

He had matured lately, considering a woman's content as valuable as her packaging. Maybe that was due to his partner's influence; it complicated things.

So, now he needed to find her and justify his madness, for certainly she must be as intelligent and engaging as she was beautiful.

She was beautiful.

He had to find her.

The Photograph

"The AARP Affair" by Rose Burkette for WRITER'S CHOICE!

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A 'senior' UNCLE story by the one and only Rose Burkette. (aka rosewit here on LJ) It's short, but sure to bring a chuckle.  The link takes to to the soon to go 'bye-bye' (sniffle) File 40

"The AARP Affair" Click on the image to take you to File 40.

Over in the Map Room...

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Het Week is winding down in mfu_map_room and so is my story.

Chapter 7 and Chapter 8 (the conclusion) of:

"The East Berlin Affair" are up over in the Map Room.
Hope you enjoy the story and comments are most appreciated and welcome!

For The Drabble Writers...

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After all of those drabbles and putting your story into so few words, here's something to think about: a Very Short Story Contest 10 words or less.
It's fashioned after the Hemmingway short story that won him a bet for writing a complete story in fewer than ten words.

For sale. Baby Shoes. Never worn.

Give it a go and see what happens.

Short Short Stories

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Spies, one American, one Russian. Forever.

Solo and Angelique: Kiss. Fuck. Uh-oh.

Mission (villain, innocent, captured, boom) accomplished.

Red wire or blue? Illya chooses.

U.N.C.L.E.! Love! Four seasons. Over... not.

Thrush wins. Agents consider their options.

"Open Channel D. Anyone there?" Silence.

Solo pulls the coat hook. Nothing happens.

My boyfriend is a giant gorilla.

"So? Are you dead?"
"That depends."

I remember dying...and who's responsible.

"I heard you were dead."
"Wishful thinking."