Dust Bunnies
Glass shattering and the almost silent sound of soft feet bounding down the hall leaked into Timmy's room. Timmy was under his blue rocket sheets, peeking his head out to watch the grey blurs run past his room between the crack in the door. Mom had always warned him that if he didn't clean his room the dust bunnies would become real, but he didn't listen. Timmy hid under his sheets again upon hearing a banging on the door. It wasn't his, but the one across the hall. They were hunting. They wanted blood.
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.