100 in 100!

[kaige68.livejournal.com]

Your challenge (should you choose to accept it) is to crank out 100 words or 1 graphic inspired by the word:
Drive

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[agdhani.livejournal.com]

The first location behind the wooden door they were forced to break through had once been a gas station convenience store, filled with empty product shelves that had been shoved against the glass plate windows that formed the three front walls. Some of the glass was broken inward, scattered amongst the mud and dust on the floor, refracting the light of the lanterns and torches the officers carried, allowing for rust to form along the tops and backs of the shelves from the rain and snow that had blown inside. The sales counter, however, was clean, with razor thin lines scored into a reasonably fresh coat of paint. As Ernest made a circle of the room, studying the footprints on the floor, the three Protectors with them passed through three of the four doors into the back half of the building. Two had been restrooms, but from the state of the plumbing they no longer had access to running water. The third door opened into an expansive storage room and the familiar stench of rotting flesh, empty except for the pair of grubbers on either side of the back double doors, held in place by pieces of rebar someone had been able to drive through their torsos at the base of their breastbones. Their flesh had recently begun to sag, proof that their deaths had been recent, within the last six months, and the stains on the walls behind them and the floor below them suggested that others had been suspended on those stakes before.
When he determined he would glean no details from the prints on the floor, Ernest pushed open the fourth door to discover an empty desk, empty shelves, and an array of shovels, picks, axes and other long-handled tools propped in the corner. This room, too, like the front sales counter, had been cleaned and given a fresh coat of paint.
Vance, with dark circles beneath his eyes and sleep-sunken features, said, “No one’s been here in weeks…except for maintenance. It’s been used for transactions, buying and trading…storage…it’s seen a lot of traffic…”

Drive - All for the Game - Jean Moreau

[cmk418]

The drive to be the best had been a part of him for so long that he didn't know how to function any other way. Being here in California with these people who treated Exy like just a game, who didn't have training every day, who ate what they felt like and studied what they felt like, and lived in a house with light and color, everything just felt wrong.

They wanted him to set aside everything he learned at the Nest, as though he could just turn off that part of himself that was programmed toward success. He didn't want to lose that part of himself, because once he lost that, he'd never be a Raven again.

[simplyn2deep.livejournal.com]

The drive to Beacon Hills was supposed to be simple—a straight shot, no detours. But with Stiles behind the wheel, "simple" was a joke.

"Stop looking at me like that," Stiles said, glancing sideways at Derek.

"You missed the exit. Twice." Derek’s tone was flat, but his jaw twitched.

"GPS is overrated. Besides, scenic routes build character!"

Derek growled low. "We don’t need character. We need to get there *on time.*"

Stiles grinned, foot pressing the accelerator. "Relax, sourwolf. We’ll make it."

As the Jeep roared down the empty road, Derek muttered, “Next time, I’m driving.”