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214 words of the woman we all love to hate. The poem, according to DS Transcripts, is the one Fraser recites at the end of Victoria's Secret.

Written very late at night, high on cold medicine, and unedited. Apologies.

( packing challenge )

496 words of Elaine, because I promised jodie_mouse something for Lavender ages and ages ago. Better late than never, I guess.

( Serpico )

Call me crazy, but I like Shakespeare's sonnets just as much as his plays, and this challenge took over my brain and decided to drench me in other poets as well.

500 words.

( free verse )

[american influence]
fraser/kowalski, rated: schmoop, 715 words.
( darkness challenge )

Apparently, this is my week to do stupid things, like post this bit of ridiculousness. Please don't lynch me.

800 words.

( disarray )

736 words of break-up angst for the key challenge. Much to my dismay, it turned out to be completely gen and lacking in Fraser-y goodness. But at least there's a set of keys in there somewhere ...

( center )

Teeny, tiny little lie in this one ... bonus points if you're actually able to find it. This was written in about half an hour, I don't usually write from Fraser's POV, and I didn't edit it at all, so blame the weirdness on all those factors.

Weighing in at 365 words:

( frostbite )