Revamping My Stories

I'm losing my edge. I've been writing fan fiction since 7th grade (mostly Beyonce) but now I have quite a few Nicki/Dricki stories. Writers block is a biyotch... plus when I have it and try to write... the stories don't come out as descriptive as I want. I'll have something up hopefully soon!

Simple Gifts: Happy Mothers Day

 Simple Gifts: Happy Mothers Day

“Nicki come on, we almost there,” Drake tried held his arm out for Nicki who was struggling to walk behind him. “I’m tired,” she whined, stopping in her tracks and rubbing her eyes, which were already red. “Ow,” Nicki groaned and Drake quickly dropped the two bags he was carrying and went to her aid. “What is it?” He put his hand on Nicki’s swollen belly. “He keeps fuckin kicking me!” She snapped and doubled over a little bit. “Nic look, its right there okay? Just hurry up before it starts pouring and you can sit,” Drake tried to coax Nicki who shoved him away. Between their harrowing situation and Nicki’s current hormones, Drake was almost at his wits end. He thought this little gesture he had tried so hard for would make her forget about their troubles for a little bit.

They finally arrived at a small house at the end of the quiet dark street they had been walking on. It really wasn’t much but it was theirs! “Whose house we staying at now?” Nicki combed her fingers through her hair as they stopped in front. Drake held up the keys and Nicki looked at him like he was insane. “We ain’t got much I know,” Drake started and held up the two duffle bags he was carrying to illustrate his point. “But this is all ours,” Drake quickly took her hand and led her inside. 

Part 2 Coming Soon... 

This is the house...