May. 5th, 2016

[identity profile] alynwa.livejournal.com
Maurice White, a founding member of iconic group Earth, Wind and Fire, died this past February so I dedicate this month's challenge to him and his band.  The songs are "Evil" and "The World's a Masquerade."  Click on the links to read the lyrics.





The rules are quite simple: Write a story, minimally 500 words with no maximum, using as your prompt the lyrics of a particular song.  The lyrics can inspire your tale, provide the setting for your tale or even be the background music of your tale.  I have made one change to the challenge: You will have a choice of two songs sung by one artist.  If you are feeling truly inspired, write two stories using both prompts!

Posting for the challenge begins Thursday, May 19th and runs through Saturday, May 21st.  Please include the phrase “Song Story Challenge” and the month in the Subject field and the tag “song story” in the Tags field.  Click on the links for "Evil" and "The World's a Masquerade" to read the lyrics.

Happy writing!

[identity profile] mrua7.livejournal.com
Plenty of action and exitement with some unexpected twists.  We've got a a location...Little Russia in Brooklyn NY. The boys are going against orders to investigate a decoy satrapy,  there's diguises and shots fired! F.B.I.  Illya's taken prisoner and is waiting to be rescued by Napoleon!

Chapter 1 by [livejournal.com profile] glennagirl

Chapter 2 by [livejournal.com profile] mrua7
Chapter 3 by [livejournal.com profile] sidhe_uaine42

Chapter 4 by [livejournal.com profile] insaneladybug
Chapter 5 by [livejournal.com profile] avirra
Chapter 6 by [livejournal.com profile] selyndaep
Chapter 7 by [livejournal.com profile] alynwa
Chapter 8 by [livejournal.com profile] rosywonder
Chapter 9 by [livejournal.com profile] rose_of_pollux

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[identity profile] rosywonder.livejournal.com
With apologies if this is too long.
Chapter Eight

From the shattered window it was possible to see the street below, relatively quiet for the time of day. There were few witnesses to a slight man being bundled into an anonymous car, a perfunctory squeal of tyres signalling its departure.

Napoleon turned away, the sudden flapping of curtains round the gaping window space reminding him of what had happened here. He picked his way across the chaos in the room before gathering speed down the stairs, and heading towards a small gathering of stallholders selling produce outside St Mark’s Church opposite. Leaning against a tree while he observed a particularly striking woman selling herbs and tomatoes, he glanced around.  After the bugging scenario, he was taking no chances.

‘Wanda! Hi.’ Wanda was one of the few people he knew in UNCLE that didn’t want to know exactly why he wanted something or whether he should have it.  After a slight hiatus, the telephone number of the FBI bureau handling the incident in Little Russia was provided.  He smiled slightly at the name she provided him. It was possible that the homing signal alone could lead him to Illya, but in the meantime, he needed to know the answers to a few questions forming in his mind.

‘Yeah, that’s right, Napoleon Solo, he’ll remember me.’  He had managed to establish eye contact with the tomato girl by the time a memorable voice issued forth through his communicator.

‘Napoleon Solo.  Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit! How ya doing boy?’  The Kentucky twang was unmistakeable.

‘I’m fine Dwane.  Um, I kind of…’

‘Need a favour?  Now why doesn’t that surprise me?’  Despite his concern for his partner, Napoleon smiled widely.
‘OK.  This is kind of sensitive, Dwane, but Illya and I were involved in a little incident just now with some of your guys involved in the Little Russia investigation, who just took it into their heads that somehow he’s involved.  They hauled him off somewhere and I’m wondering …’. 

‘Catch any names?’  Napoleon repeated the only name proffered in the predictable FBI one-sided conversation.  There was another pause before Richards came back, Napoleon sensing a tension in the normally relaxed Kentuckian voice.

‘Sorry buddy, there’s been no action on the investigation you referred to, and hell, we don’t even have an Agent Spencer working for us, boy.’

I do believe that it's rose-of-pollux next!

 
[identity profile] mrua7.livejournal.com
The Round Robin is moving along with some action and exitement now happening!  We've got a a location...Little Russian in Brooklyn NY. The boys are going against orders to investigate a decoy satrapy,  there's diguises and shots fired!  Whew!

Chapter 1 by [livejournal.com profile] glennagirl

Chapter 2 by [livejournal.com profile] mrua7
Chapter 3 by [livejournal.com profile] sidhe_uaine42

Chapter 4 by [livejournal.com profile] insaneladybug
Chapter 5 by [livejournal.com profile] avirra
Chapter 6 by [livejournal.com profile] selyndaep
Chapter 7 by [livejournal.com profile] alynwa

UP NEXT: [livejournal.com profile] rosywonder!


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