For various prompts, eight fics of one sentence each.
One should be careful for what they wish, for not only did the child have skin white as snow but her demeanour was icy, as bereft of compassion as the cold winter winds.
With a villainous laugh, he pressed the button, and began the countdown.
Alone, staring up at the night sky, with the stars shining like a million fireflies, she finally felt at peace with the world.
That ghosts might indeed be real was a shock, and they stayed cuddled up under the bedcovers until the safety of daybreak.
It probably hadn’t been the best action to take, but he’d lost his moral compass a long time ago, and moving in any direction was better than standing still.
The email reminded him he wasn’t alone, that he had people who cared, and sent a sliver of light into the darkness.
The cave entrance was dark and ominous and he could easily imagine that the tunnel beyond led directly the underworld.
“Everyone playing this game lies,” he mused, “plotting behind your back and seducing you with fine words – why, pirates and highway men are more honest, being direct with their demands and consequences.”