In which Drake manages to give Bobby advice. No lie.

Fill everything out with two words.

1. Yourself: White King

2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend: Not here.

3. Your hair?: Short. Blonde.
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Prompt: Before I make any promises,
before you have regrets,
before we talk commitment,
let me tell you of my past.
All I've seen and all I've done.
The things I'd like to forget.
- Tracy Chapman

PusherIn New York, the best place to go is Time's Square ( Read more... )

The story is archived on Bobby's journal.

A
• Are you available?: Physically.
• What is your age?: 28
• What annoys you?: Idiocy.

B
• Do you know anyone named Billy?: Yes.
• When is your birthday?: March 21.
• Who is your best friend?: I don't have one.
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[A/N: Drake is a much better poet than I am. He regularly writes anything from short stuff like this to large, rhyming epics in iambic pentameter. I, however, am just me and usually write short free verse poems, when I write poetry at all anymore. But I thought this might be fun, so I gave it a try.]

This is Not a Love Poem
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The Third Law

It's midnight.

The road is dark.

The night stretches taut around him as he presses his foot down onto the accelerator.

Fifty-five miles per hour.

The road bends, curves towards the foothills. Trees that have yet to blossom for the spring reach towards him from the edge of it.

Seventy-miles per hour.The thin metal guard rails ( Read more... )

Five Most Likely Ways I'll Die1) Assassinated by a member of the Inner Circle ( Read more... )

Do you:

A: wear your heart on your sleeve?

OR

B: play your cards close to the vest?

Fine

She asks him a simple question. The kind someone always asks of a person they haven't seen for six months. He knows she doesn't mean anything by it other than politeness. Have to be polite, after all.

How have you been?He waits two minutes to start ( Read more... )

I would leave everything to Grace, assuming I predecease her, with three exceptions ( Read more... )