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Bond paused on the sidewalk outside his Chelsea flat and wondered if he should move out of it. He was its only resident ever since May died two weeks ago. He rarely invited anyone over and rarely stayed there himself except to sleep. Hands in his pockets, he bent his head down and regarded the sidewalk. As if in response to an urgent thought, Bond ( Read more... )

Anti-smoking laws? Pro or Con?

Con. I don't bloody care if you think smoking can kill you. Walk out the door and a car could kill you. Fly in a plane and the damned thing could crash. Should we ban both cars and planes, then? Won’t fare much better with horses and boats. Horses can throw you and boats can sink. Then there’s any number of things ( Read more... )

He planned it all, this surprise. She’d fly in, unaware, blindfolded in the taxi, escorted by arm to the wide, modern, luxurious room. The blindfold removed, she would first see the room’s breathtaking view of the city. The room was theirs for two days, he would say: today, New Year’s Eve, and tomorrow, New Year’s Day. They’d go out and eat at his ( Read more... )

What is your New Year's resolution as the writer for this muse? Is there something that you want to explore with them this year? Look ahead at your muse's 2008, and consider what you will do the same and differently.

I would like to start exploring the other Bonds more often. I've already begun doing that by switching to Timothy Dalton's as a ( Read more... )

Response to this.

007,

I received both letters. Your resignation letter read as such:

"Doman(?) an (illegible) cutt(?) food shop I am resigning from the device (?, or lewise?, otherwise illegible), and I (illegible) the tray you (illegible) this organisation. Pissuff!"

Your letter is currently under review.

Happy Holidays,
M

After drinking a few too many eggnogs at your annual holiday party, you wake up the next morning realizing you did some things you now regret. Write an e-mail, a letter or a card to the people you need to apologize to.Q ( Read more... )

There exists, for every person, an odious Christmas song that incites the most violent tendencies within. For James Bond, that song was “Do You Know How Christmas Trees are Grown?” There was no more offensive Christmas carol than this insipid, cloying dissonance that, to Bond, was not much removed from nails scratching down a chalkboard. This ( Read more... )

Based on RP at mixed_muses and milliways_bar.

( James Bond was tired of being death's slave, tired of dealing it and tired of suffering from it. )

Write two letters to two different people. In one, threaten. In the other, apologize.Sam ( Read more... )