Another Breakup

The last thing you want is a gun with a short temper. Yet another of Sarah's relationships came to a sudden AI-trigger-hissy-fit ending.

 

Flicker

Her hair was lightning. A flickering, a shattering of darkness, a thing of death her enemies learned to fear. And it was a horror to comb.

 

Monument

Overlooking the monument, they couldn't help but weep. The stories went on about death, blood, screams. And, oh god, the chickens.

 

Omelet

His omlet was two eggs, and only two eggs. But there was always that temptation. The third egg, laughing at him. And within it, Doom.

 

Queen

As Queen, she owned 15% of each subject's soul. She'd planned to use them as sacrifice to The Space God. Sadly, its a buyer's market.

 

Poison

The poison was deliciously sweet, and a perfect dessert topping. She thrilled to the idea of his death by delight. Silly Martha.