Dame Cynthia Kathryne St Claire swept into the teahouse. The double doors swung shut behind the vibrant lilac silks that swirled around her. A waiter hurried to draw up a chair at the small table loaded with sandwiches, tiny cakes, and a tea set with about four too many floral designs.

Lord Tybalt Montcroix paused, teacup in hand, smiling as Dame Cynthia smoothed out her dress and helped herself t...

(This doesn't really meet the prompt but I've been wanting to write something like this for a while so who cares)

Everyone loves a good villain. In fact most people need one. So when you get branded as being out there, macabre and overly dramatic, it follows that you will find yourself filling that role. I neverminded taking on the role; Mistress of All Evil fitted me. And although it's true I'm...

I looked over the balcony, officer's cap under my arm. The music started back up again and the dancing partners trickled back to the floor. The stained glass windows scattered coloured light across the slowly twirling pairs. In the middle of them I saw them standing together, slowly spinning as they held each-other close. I couldn't tell them. I couldn't ruin their wedding. And yet I could almost ...

I honestly don't know why anyone would read this. I'm sure some might find my life interesting but to me it is always others lives that are far more so. They were the ones who fought the fights, over came the odds, saved the day and all that. I on the other hand was the one they fought, who stacked the odds in my favour and tried to destroy the day. I suppose that makes me interesting. You people ...

Darkness clouded my mind. I tried to think but it froze my brain. The image loomed out of my imagination and I feel backwards, gasping for breath as I tried to force it out. Everywhere I turned it stared back, gluing me to my spot, crushing all resistance until I gave into the darkness....