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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 2:34 pm
by flyawaybefree
No one expects their life to come crashing to an end.

Not even me, even though I orchestrated it.

After the first few times dying, I decided to make each one a little more special, more exciting. I wouldn’t just crash the car into a wall, I would send it off an overpass in a magnificent dive into the river. I wouldn’t die with a heart attack, I would be gruesomely poisoned or stabbed or shot.

It was my form of art, a sort of poetry, I suppose.

Sadly, I don’t think that my unfortunate hosts enjoyed it as much.

Re: Poetry

Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 11:18 pm
by Mikes
"TiiiIIIiiiIIIIme is on my side, yes it is!"

Did i guess right?

Re: Poetry

Posted: Fri Oct 22, 2010 9:16 am
by Rish Outfield
Good stuff! This one does what the best Drabbles do: its last line, whether you gasp or smile when you reach it, makes the story.