Fantasy

The cluster of deer-hide tents hid in the small clearing, the snow laden trees seeming to bow towards them. Frost clung to the beard of the watchman, and to the fur of his cloak. He was slumped, gripping tightly to his bow. Steam drifted from his flask, the smell of chocolatl strong and bitter. He was not long dead; his corpse still warm. No one sleeping peacfully inside the tents had heard his last anguished gasp.

Modern or SciFi

It was overpoweringly white: the gleaming taps, smooth benches, glittering lino, fluorescent strip-lights. She carefully squeezed thirty-five centimeters cubed of red liquid from the pipette. The beaker sat on a hotplate on high heat, causing the blood to boil and evaporate almost instantly. Tipping the powdery remains onto a glass slide, she placed a cover slip and a drop of distilled water over it before sliding it under the microscope. Pressing her eye to the lense, she twisted the course focus wheel then fine focus wheel in turn, until she could clearly see what she had been hoping not to...

Possibly a drama about someone who has come down with an illness, or perhaps a science fiction thriller. It's up to you: tell us what you've writen.

Historical Story

The carraige trundled over the cobbelstone, the glass rattling in the windows. It had been a week now since I had seen the sky; a week since the fog had taken over the valley. The streetlamps stood constantly lit, the night watchmen on full-time duty. The murky air had led to murky happenings, with robberies, murders and other dark occurences on the rise.

I breathed on the window and drew a star in the mist, my finger gathering grime. This was not one of the better carraiges, with sealed windows against draughts and soft seats, but the cheapest we could rent without looking disgraceful. I straightened my dress and swallowed nervously as we pulled up outside the large town house...

Possibly the beginning of a great historical romance. Or perhaps a spooky story in a dark parallel wold.

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Halloween Theme

With Halloween happening, here's a spooky beginning:

It had always been that way, ever since I was a kid. The lawn a tangled mess of briers, the windows shuttered and dark, the door hanging morosely off the upper hinge. The owner, some rich businessman not even living in the country, had inherited it from his estranged father. Old women on the corner muttered how Mr. Fitzpatrick would be turning in his grave, what with the state of his once fine home. He had been a proud gardener; both his flowers and vegetables had won prizes at the agricultural show every year.

But tonight, there was something diferent about it, and I couldn't place exactly what. My eyes were glued to it, trying to figure it out, as I ran down the footpath in the lashing rain. The sodden newspaper I was holding was ripped from my hands by a sudden gust of wind, onto what once had been a tidy front garden. As I bent to pick it up, something bright caught my eye. I straightened up, clasping the pulp-like newspaper.

A single bulb hung inside an upstairs window. Someone was in there...

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Winter Footsteps

The snow crunched under his feet as he trudged towards the village. Freezing dampness seeped through his old boots, into his well-darned wool socks. He had nothing left but those boots and the clothes on his back; nothing, not even a name...

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