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Peripheral vision by lindafishes8
A stirred memory or an Expecto Patronum moment for Illya?
https://archiveofourown.org/works/5159894

Peripheral vision by lindafishes8
A stirred memory or an Expecto Patronum moment for Illya?
https://archiveofourown.org/works/5159894
Statistical stuff: minumum words as little as a few sentences, no maximum word count.
Subject Matter: Write a stand alone or wip using each prompt.
Posting here should fit into the GENeral concepts of the section7mfu community, contain nothing explicit and reflects the 1960's series in style and content, and featuring our brave Men from U.N.C.L.E. This year's challenge is being expanded to include the Girl from U.N.C.L.E.
There is a GEN-mature tag option for stories that contain violence, torture, angst or very mild het. So if your story falls under one of these categories, please use the appropriate tag.
Where to post: Gen stories, gen-mature post in section7mfu
Rules: Stories are due on each date indicated and in the order the prompts were given.
Please include your story title and prompt in the subject header. One prompt/one story per day for each of the 7 days.
Everyone was looking forward to April Dancer's annual Halloween party; it was the light at the end of a very unsuccessful week for Solo and Kuryakin as well as a number of other Section II agents, including the hostess.
It was as if a dark cloud had been hanging over all their missions, making would should have been easy bits of work go completely sideways.
Dancer wasn't going to let a little injury spoil her party as she looked forward to pulling out all the stops. She cooked as did a few of the other women, and even a couple of the men contributed, though their appetizers and desserts left a lot to be desired.
( Read more... )The final prompt for the Seven Days of Halloween Writing Challenge!
Your response posts tomorrow 10/30 and can be a sentence, paragraph, drabble...double drabble, a poem, a short story or a long one. No minimum or maximum word count. Since there are seven prompts you can choose to make your fic. a continuous story (WIP) It's up to you!
Remember, (this is important) INCLUDE the prompt with your piece. A reminder, section7mfu is a gen, gen-mature site. Gen-mature means there is more violence, torture or mild het in your story. So please use the appropriate tags!
Have fun and we look forward to you scaring the daylights out of us...as well as Napoleon and Illya (or any other MFU or GFU characters) It'll be BOO-tiful, we know!
Here's your prompt for October 30th posting: (if you're late, no worries...post when you can)
Napoleon, Illya and April Dancer carefully walked down into the depths of the sloping tunnel.
A few spots were easily passable with steps carved into the floor. The farther they walked the more they realized what an amazing feat of engineering this was.
It had been carefully chiseled by hand, the walls and the low arched ceiling must have taken years to create.
Napoleon likened it to the carving of the pyramids, and Illya immediately took umbrage.
“Please do not bring up pyramids or mummies to me for that matter.”
“That’s right Illya,” April giggled,”And how many times were you wrapped up like a mummy.”
“Not funny.”
“Don’t go there April, our Russian is a bit touchy on the subject.”
“I think it’s rather funny, only since it’s happened to you what...three times? Are you like some sort of mummy magnet?” April laughed again.
Even Napoleon chuckled at that remark.
“You two should remember that revenge is a dish best served cold?” *
“Oh I’m shaking in my go-go boots,” April giggled. “Now to get off that topic, this place kind of remind me of the Erdstall Tunnels of Europe.”
“I agree April,” Illya said.”though at present no one is entirely certain as to why they were created in the first place. Some advocate the idea that the erdstalls date to the Stone Age and are of the opinion that these structures are a network of subterranean passages that stretched from Scotland all the way to Turkey…”
“Quiet you two,” Napoleon whispered. “Hear that?
Napoleon was nowhere to be found and that was making the usually cool and calm Russian a bit nervous.
The last he’s seen his partner was in the lobby of their hotel where the American was cuddling up to a dark haired exotic looking seductress. Solo wasn't in their hotel room, he wasn't in the bar or the restaurant. He wouldn't have left the hotel without saying a word.
( Read more... )A PicFic photo prompt will be your inspiration
for each of the seven days of the challenge
(7 days, 7 prompts, 7 tales of terror)
The first prompt will post tomorrow on the 23rd
stories for it begin on the 24th.
Your response can be a poem, a drabble, dialogue,
a short paragraph, a short story, or a long one.
Wherever your muse takes you,
as long as it’s Halloweenish
and involves the Men from U.N.C.L.E.
Just remember it must be gen or gen-mature for this writing site.
Please include the PicFic prompt
with your post!
Unable to write?
Then repost your previously written Halloween Fics!
(the more the scarier!)