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Writer's Choice: The Second Hundred
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THE RETURN OF THE PICFIC CHALLENGE!
Feb. 6th, 2021 10:49 ammrua7.livejournal.comFor those of you not familiar with PicFic, it's a weekly challenge to write a MFU story based upon or incorporating a photo prompt.
The first PicFic prompt of 2021 will post on February 9th
Here are the general rules of the challenge:
The first PicFic prompt of 2021 will post on February 9th
Here are the general rules of the challenge:
Your story is Due: to be determined, it may be 24 hours, 1 week, or anytime after the prompt is posted on a Tuesday.
Statistical stuff: Minimum 500 words, no maximum.
Subject Matter: Write a MFU story using the photo prompt. Your fic. can be specifically about the prompt, featured or just mentioned in your story. It's meant to inspire
Posting here should fit into the GENeral concepts of the 
Remember, Section VII is a GEN community.
That being said, there is a GEN-mature tag option for stories that contain more violence, torture, angst or very mild het. So if your story falls under one of these categories, please use the gen-mature tag.
Where to post:
Gen stories, gen-mature post in 
Very Het stories in ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif){kind=small}
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All other genres post in 
Subject Header: Please include in the Subject Header: your Title, the phrase:'For Picfic Tuesday' and the original due date.
You must include the photo prompt with your story as a reference for you readers!
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Feb. 6th, 2021 11:02 ammrua7.livejournal.comThank you to all for holding down the fort for the Writer's and Reader's Choice! I'm getting back into the swing of things and be consistent in my postings! Life is still interfering with art...
Dig up those stories from way back when and revive them here,
or rec a more recently written piece.
Post a link to them here in
section7mfu
Just remember this is a gen site, use the gen tag please.
Youou may also rec stories
of a gen-mature nature that contain violence, torture, or mild het.
Please use the gen-mature tag for those stories.
The WRITER'S AND READER'S CHOICE
gives you, the writers and readers of MFU fanfiction,
the opportunity to post your personal picks,
be it your own stories or those of your favorite author.
gives you, the writers and readers of MFU fanfiction,
the opportunity to post your personal picks,
be it your own stories or those of your favorite author.
Dig up those stories from way back when and revive them here,
or rec a more recently written piece.
Post a link to them here in
section7mfuJust remember this is a gen site, use the gen tag please.
Youou may also rec stories
of a gen-mature nature that contain violence, torture, or mild het.
Please use the gen-mature tag for those stories.
Writers and Readers and HODOWE... Oh My!
Feb. 6th, 2021 12:11 pmglennagirl.livejournal.com
Two years ago I posted this list as a nod to our first big challenge here on Section VII: the HODOWE Groundhog Day Challenge. HODOWE stands for Holidays of Dubious Origins Writing Event. We had several throughout the year, and they produced some good stories and a fair amount of fun.
We've been around for nine years now, and I'm hoping this will be a year of revived enthusiasm and creativity for all of us, and lots of stories for the MFUniverse.
carabele HODOWE: Groundhog Day Story -- A SINGLE BLUE TONGUE OF FLAME kitty4940 HODOWE - Groundhog Day - "Two-Two" glennagirl Saving Illya - HODOWE Groundhog Day Challenge mrua7 Shadows st_crispins For the HODOWE Challenge: Februa wendiez HODOWE Groundhog Day Challenge rosywonder HODOWE challenge - Looking Up - alynwa Groundhog Day
Short Affair - Poison - Part Two
Feb. 6th, 2021 01:27 pmpfrye.livejournal.comPrompts – Match, Drain, Brown
Napoleon looked up from the report he was working on. Frowning he looked at his watch. It had been an hour since Illya had rushed out of the office. Even if he had ordered a full meal at the commissary he should have been back by now. He picked up his phone and called a number. “Hello, Jenna my dear. Could you tell me where Illya is in the building?”
“When did he leave? I see.”
Napoleon called the receptionist at the agent’s entrance. “Did Illya say where he was going when he left?”
Napoleon was about to call his errant partner on the communicator when it warbled. “Solo.”
“Mr. Solo this is Reg Peterson, Section Three. I’m in charge of the cleanup crew at the satrap that you and your partner blew this morning.”
Napoleon knew Peterson. He had an outstanding reputation in Section Three. “Yes Reg. What can I do for you?”
“Well, it’s your partner. Agent Kuryakin showed up here and demanded to be let into the site. He was acting sort of aggressive about it and I told him I had to call to get permission from you. He just cursed and went off into the woods.”
“Did he say why he needed to get in?”
“No, just that it wasn’t any of my business.”
“I’ll be right there. If you see him keep him there”
“I’ll try. But you know your partner. I can’t guarantee anything.”
Napoleon rushed out of his office. Passing Mark Slate in the hall he told the young Brit to get his partner April Dancer and meet him in the parking garage.
******************************
Illya slid down a brush covered slope toward rear of the destroyed THRUSH lab site. Sliding to the bottom of the slope Illya waded through a brown, sludge filled slow moving stream of water. He would stop listen and sniff every few feet. “It has to be around here.” He muttered to himself. He sped up as he caught a chemical scent in the water. He could hear a faint low whistle of air. “I knew it!”
He almost passed a large mound of brush but turned back as he realized that it looked as if it had been purposely piled against the slope. Illya began to pull the brush away flinging it into the stream. He finally uncovered a large drain that headed into the slope. Illya rested against the side of the drain, shook his head and then retched onto the ground.
He entered the drain and headed into the dark keeping one hand on the side of the drain. He told himself it was so he didn’t get lost but it was really to help him stay upright. He tried to keep the dizzy feelings from becoming overwhelming. He knew he had to stay focused and on his feet.
He felt a straight seam in the side of the drain. Taking a book of matches out of his pocket he struck a match. Illya could see a sealed door in it’s flickering light. As the match sputtered out he felt the door slide open. He tried to back up into the darkness but stopped. He blinked as he saw one of the two THRUSH scientists that he had killed prior to setting his explosives. The scientist aimed a spray bottle at Illya and squeezed. A foul smelling chemical hit him in his face. Gasping Illya dropped to the ground.
The scientist waved and two THRUSH came forward and grabbed Illya by his legs and pulled him through the door which silently closed behind them.
********************************
Illya opened his eyes and squinted in the bright light. He tried to sit up only to discover that he was strapped to a metal table. He looked around and realized that he was in the undamaged laboratory that he thought he had blown up earlier that day.
“Welcome back Mr. Kuryakin.” It was the scientist he had killed earlier in the day.
“I shot you, didn’t I? I destroyed this lab.”
“As you can see, you didn’t.”
Illya coughed and looked around confused.
“We captured you and knocked you out with the gas we just used on you in the drain.”
“I remember shooting you, and setting the charges.”
“You mean these charges?” The man laughed as he pointed to a pile of UNCLE explosives stacked on a nearby table.
“I knew our site had been breached. We pulled as many people as we could down to the lab level. We have the ability to seal the lab off from the rest of the satrap. We also had self destruct charges already set. So we injected you with one of our new discoveries, a mild poison that leaves you very open to suggestion, confused, unable to focus and quite ill. We told you that you had set your charges, killed everyone and sent you on your way. Then we sealed the lab, and set the self destruct.”
“THRUSH labs usually have a back entrance.” Illya croaked.
“Indeed we do.” The scientist smiled. “Very clever of you to find it.”
Illya turned his head to the side and retched again.
“We intend to introduce our poison into the water system of UNCLE headquarters. Once everyone is sick THRUSH will be able to just walk in and take over. You were a perfect test subject.”
“So glad I could be of help.”
Napoleon looked up from the report he was working on. Frowning he looked at his watch. It had been an hour since Illya had rushed out of the office. Even if he had ordered a full meal at the commissary he should have been back by now. He picked up his phone and called a number. “Hello, Jenna my dear. Could you tell me where Illya is in the building?”
“When did he leave? I see.”
Napoleon called the receptionist at the agent’s entrance. “Did Illya say where he was going when he left?”
Napoleon was about to call his errant partner on the communicator when it warbled. “Solo.”
“Mr. Solo this is Reg Peterson, Section Three. I’m in charge of the cleanup crew at the satrap that you and your partner blew this morning.”
Napoleon knew Peterson. He had an outstanding reputation in Section Three. “Yes Reg. What can I do for you?”
“Well, it’s your partner. Agent Kuryakin showed up here and demanded to be let into the site. He was acting sort of aggressive about it and I told him I had to call to get permission from you. He just cursed and went off into the woods.”
“Did he say why he needed to get in?”
“No, just that it wasn’t any of my business.”
“I’ll be right there. If you see him keep him there”
“I’ll try. But you know your partner. I can’t guarantee anything.”
Napoleon rushed out of his office. Passing Mark Slate in the hall he told the young Brit to get his partner April Dancer and meet him in the parking garage.
******************************
Illya slid down a brush covered slope toward rear of the destroyed THRUSH lab site. Sliding to the bottom of the slope Illya waded through a brown, sludge filled slow moving stream of water. He would stop listen and sniff every few feet. “It has to be around here.” He muttered to himself. He sped up as he caught a chemical scent in the water. He could hear a faint low whistle of air. “I knew it!”
He almost passed a large mound of brush but turned back as he realized that it looked as if it had been purposely piled against the slope. Illya began to pull the brush away flinging it into the stream. He finally uncovered a large drain that headed into the slope. Illya rested against the side of the drain, shook his head and then retched onto the ground.
He entered the drain and headed into the dark keeping one hand on the side of the drain. He told himself it was so he didn’t get lost but it was really to help him stay upright. He tried to keep the dizzy feelings from becoming overwhelming. He knew he had to stay focused and on his feet.
He felt a straight seam in the side of the drain. Taking a book of matches out of his pocket he struck a match. Illya could see a sealed door in it’s flickering light. As the match sputtered out he felt the door slide open. He tried to back up into the darkness but stopped. He blinked as he saw one of the two THRUSH scientists that he had killed prior to setting his explosives. The scientist aimed a spray bottle at Illya and squeezed. A foul smelling chemical hit him in his face. Gasping Illya dropped to the ground.
The scientist waved and two THRUSH came forward and grabbed Illya by his legs and pulled him through the door which silently closed behind them.
********************************
Illya opened his eyes and squinted in the bright light. He tried to sit up only to discover that he was strapped to a metal table. He looked around and realized that he was in the undamaged laboratory that he thought he had blown up earlier that day.
“Welcome back Mr. Kuryakin.” It was the scientist he had killed earlier in the day.
“I shot you, didn’t I? I destroyed this lab.”
“As you can see, you didn’t.”
Illya coughed and looked around confused.
“We captured you and knocked you out with the gas we just used on you in the drain.”
“I remember shooting you, and setting the charges.”
“You mean these charges?” The man laughed as he pointed to a pile of UNCLE explosives stacked on a nearby table.
“I knew our site had been breached. We pulled as many people as we could down to the lab level. We have the ability to seal the lab off from the rest of the satrap. We also had self destruct charges already set. So we injected you with one of our new discoveries, a mild poison that leaves you very open to suggestion, confused, unable to focus and quite ill. We told you that you had set your charges, killed everyone and sent you on your way. Then we sealed the lab, and set the self destruct.”
“THRUSH labs usually have a back entrance.” Illya croaked.
“Indeed we do.” The scientist smiled. “Very clever of you to find it.”
Illya turned his head to the side and retched again.
“We intend to introduce our poison into the water system of UNCLE headquarters. Once everyone is sick THRUSH will be able to just walk in and take over. You were a perfect test subject.”
“So glad I could be of help.”
mrua7.livejournal.comThis was written for The Once Upon A Time Affair" writing challenge 2019 here on Section VII
Summary: Napoleon and Illya are drawn into the Cold War when they must help a Soviet Scientist defect from Russia. Complications arise, as always putting Kuryakin in a tenuous situation as he must travel to East Berlin to complete the next part of the assignment.
Summary: Napoleon and Illya are drawn into the Cold War when they must help a Soviet Scientist defect from Russia. Complications arise, as always putting Kuryakin in a tenuous situation as he must travel to East Berlin to complete the next part of the assignment.
The story for this challenge must begin with a given prompt.
The prompt:
To the casual observer it could easily seem as though Napoleon Solo was quite a lackadaisical man. His relaxed posture, and apparent disinterest in what was being said, belied the sharp senses which were taking in everything.
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