Not Just Another Wednesday...

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LAST CALL FOR THE DECEMBER ROUND-ROBIN

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We need just one more writer to make it an even dozen!

         

"T'was the U.N.C.L.E. Round Robin" will begin soon!

The prompt for this challenge is a poem composed by glennagirl
and will give lots of wiggle room to write a great adventure story!

It'a a minimum 100 word chapters with no maximum.(within reason)
The final parameters will be posted when the writer's list is set.

The prompt will be posted a few days before the start of the challenge

The number of writers who sign up will determine the length and
the December start date for the challenge.

COMMENT ON THIS POST TO SIGN UP!

"The Lost Flight" Part 3

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Part 1, Part 2


Illya and the children were huddled together when they heard it, the jingling of bells.

“Santa?” Susan whispered.

“I think not,” Illya said as he raised his gun with his left hand. He’d previously instructed Thomas on how to tell him in which direction to shoot based upon the hands of a clock.

Illya pointed the gun at the noise as the door opened.

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"First Things First," for A Little Drabble do Ya!

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“Well this is another fine mess you’ve gotten us into Stanley?” Solo announced to his partner.

“This not my fault and who is Stanley?” Illya demanded.

Napoleon flashed  a surprised look. “You’ve never heard of Oliver and Hardy?”

“And now another question to be answered, who are they?”

“Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy, two of the greatest comedic actors of all time.”

“I take it they are on film.”

“There’s a marathon showing of their movies at the Bijou tomorrow night, would you like to  see them?”

“Napoleon, I think we need to escape our imprisonment first.”

“Oh yeah...right.”

'Dessert Dangers' - Short Affair challenge (11/28)

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Dessert Dangers

Prompt: Zest
Colour: Pale yellow
Author: Supesfan88 (EclecticAce)
Word Count: 811

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Think Again - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - Nov 30th

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“So, I was thinking . . .”

Illya sighed loudly. Sentences that began with those words never boded well.

“Hear me out before you say anything.”

“Forgive me, Napoleon. Please tell me the idea you’ve had which will no doubt land me in a situation I do not like.”

“Don’t be like that. I was just thinking that, if you take my dead-drop this evening, I can take Olivia from accounts to the theatre.

Illya said nothing. He simply picked up his coffee and walked out of the commissary.

“I’ll take that as a no then,” Solo called after him.

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