Chooser of The Chosen One
A frail old man held up an oversized card with a picture of someone on it and a name scribbled below.
"Not him," The Chooser said, giving it a cursory glance.
The old man tossed the card amongst the sea of cards that covered the floor and reached up to grab another card from the stack next to him. The Chooser paced back and forth, parting the sea of unchosen cards with his feet. The old man shook, reaching for the next card.
Clock Woman
"No! Don't step on that!" I yelled at her.
"Yeah right. Like I'm going to fall for that," Clock Woman said.
She took one step on the cobblestone floor and her head flew clean off her shoulders into the lava pit next to her. Her red cape covered her body that rested there on the pressure plate I made.
Truce of Flames
"Lord Verdan, please be reasonable?" Princess Regent asked.
Lord Verdan's piece of steak was almost to his lips. The salty gristle called his name, but turned to char in an instant. His fork glowed red with his anger.
"Reasonable? You made a fire station right outside my Kingdom!" Lord Verdan said, pointing his fork, flinging the burnt meat into his cobblestone castle wall.
"Your fires were getting out of control. I had to protect our forest."
Life and Death Go On A Date
A chill filled the air and brought with it the echoes of the undead yearning to return to the land of the living. Death was pushing a rotten head down, trying to return it to the patch of wet ground it had sprouted up from.
"Push it down!" Life said, holding her lantern up.
"I'm trying!" Death said, still struggling to push the zombie under the ground.