HB

She sat and watched TV. Daytime was the worst. It was all quiz shows for the terminally stupid and pointless talkshows with idiotic guests.
She was intending for it to be on in the background while she did a bit of sketching, but the box had taken over. She was very disappointed by this.
She looked down at the pencil in her hand and with one swift move jammed it into her right eye.

Wind

The wind had never been anything like this before.
He was in bed listening to the house groan under its powerful blasts and wondering how much more it could take.
One almighty roar and the roof tore off and bounced across the fields behind his house.

Lord and Saviour

He heard a knock at the door and was spying on them through the peephole.
"We can see you," announced one of the two women outside.
He spied a Watchtower in her hand and pressed the button next to the door.
The path disappeared and the ground swallowed them up.

Panic

Every single shelf in the supermarket was bare. There wasn't a thing left. Even those biscuits nobody liked were gone.
Why hadn't they just shut up shop when everything had sold out? There were at least 30 people in there, just milling around and browsing the nothing.
The doors were locked and the lights went out.
A scream.

Infamous Butcher

There was no one else in the shop but him and the butcher.
"What can I do you for?" asked the butcher in the way that he asked everyone.
"Hi. I'm a local journalist and we're writing an article about the recent snow. Have you had any trouble with deliveries or anything this week?"
"Come with me."
The butcher beckoned him behind the counter and into the back room.
On his way the journalist took his pad and pen from his inside jacket pocket.
As soon as he entered the back room the butcher slid a long knife right into his heart. The pen and pad dropped to the tiled floor.

Going to the Movies

They stood in the lobby.
"Have you seen that film?"
"The one with him from that sitcom where he always says that catchphrase?"
"Yeah, that's the one."
"Who else is in it?"
"That woman who's famous for that fashion thing."
"The one in Milan?"
"Yeah, that's the one."
"What's it about?"
"It's a romantic drama comedy thriller mockumentary."
"That doesn't even make sense."
"Should we just watch the other one then?"
"Which one's that?"
"The noir sci-fi period drama."
"Yeah, sounds good."

Recipe

She had all the ingredients for the cake that she'd found on that website she liked.
She looked down into the shopping basket to mentally check one last time before she headed to the checkout.
Milk, flour, eggs, baking powder, chocolate, arsenic.
The last ingredient was certainly unconventional, but the recipe had said it was essential for the task at hand.
She couldn't wait to see her husband's face when she told him after he'd eaten it.