Ice.

Prompt 1: Write a note to the bugs that live in your house and come out when you are not around. What do you want them to stay away from and what is ok territory, if they must be somewhere?

Prompt 2: Create a place.

Prompt 3: You have committed a crime. The crime is of your choosing but you did it in your home and the police are coming to arrest you. What do you do? Run? Clean up?

Prompt 2: The light, it bounces from tip to tip, glittering, she turns, to breathe in the majesty, the beauty of the world laid out before her. Everything. Everywhere. Ice. All ice. She is overtaken. the ice, it overtakes. The ice calls to her. begs her. Forward. Go forward. Powerless to resist, she steps, one foot, now the other, again. she moves, unaware. Her eyes are focused on the light passing through the walls, made of ice. the light is that of angels. Crystals. her feet continue, her attention shifts. Now to the infinite ceiling. The ceiling of ice, decorated with countless hanging fixtures of ice. all shimmering in the light. The sirens of the ice beckon her further. Further she goes, still gazing around her. Magnificent. There is a chime and the ice turns. a lambency of blue.  All of the ice shines blue. A pure blue. A blue of an ocean at rest. A brilliant blue.

**I was drunk. I have no idea what this is. My Hans Zimmer Pandora Station made me do it.**


***Except I really wasn't really drunk***