I haven't got a new drabble I'm afraid (my muse appears to have left the planet entirely), so here are 206 of my previous drabbles ( Read more... )

I know it's a tough time creatively speaking.  I've had so many things going on that I hardly live in my house for all of the hours I'm away.  Yesterday I was up at 3:30 AM so I could get my cousin's widow to the hospital for a procedure; I got back home eventually, around 7:00 PM.  Not complaining, it's just one of those seasons of life.

We do ( Read more... )

Here we are again, and the weeks are flying by.  Colors are showing up in the trees and the temps are a little snippy here in the mid-south.

But here on Section VII we have a day devoted to drabbling (do consider the 100 word wonder), and photos from favorite episodes.  Once again I recommend Lisa's Framecap Library as an excellent resource.

Post a ( Read more... )

“Napoleon! Drop ( Read more... )

It was too easy to be angry; and he felt that anger keenly ( Read more... )

“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, over many...“

“Illya, what are you doing?” Napoleon hissed.

“Trying to keep myself occupied.”

“Shouldn’t you be doing one of your acrobatic moves to free us?”

“Napoleon we are hanging sixteen feet in the air, dangling by handcuffs on hooks embedded in the ceiling, making it impossible ( Read more... )

His face was absolutely unreadable ( Read more... )

Napoleon Solo sighed in frustration as he read his newspaper. From the other side of the diner table, where he was eating breakfast, Illya asked what was wrong ( Read more... )

“Slow down ( Read more... )

Before anyone says it, I plan to one day use this drabble as the catalyst for a full story. However, don't hold your breath too long. My muse isn't really talking to me at the moment, so I haven't the first idea where this is going to go.

**********************************************************For five long weeks Napoleon Solo had kept himself ( Read more... )