This reminds me of a prompt some of us have done in the IRC, the Three Word Prompt. (Given three randomly chosen words from someone else, and a self-imposed time limit and/or word limit and/or no-limits-whatsoever, write something.)

It's fun! And I like the idea of throwing prompts up on the 'Board, it's a tradition I'd be happy to keep going.

Anyway, I wrote this, and I think I'll continue it tomorrow with the other ones. It's too good not to.

The waterfall sparkled as the orange sunset highlighted it with its calm glow. Dylan leaned agains the cliff face and watched the water cascade into the river below, and the setting sun's light making the gorgeous glow. He wished he had brought his camera. Then his eye was painlessly hit with a sliver of glass, and his entire view changed
The orange glowing waterfall looked brown and ugly. The plants lying around him were weedy and evil looking. Then something completely unexpected happened, as the now muggy air turned fresh and cold, and snowflakes started falling. Dylan looked into the distance and saw a sled carrying a pale girl with long blond hair towards him. She smiled,and Dylan forgot the beauty that had been the waterfall, the girlfriend he had loved, and his entire life. In an almost zombie state, he joined the beautiful girl on the sled.

So a gorgeous sunset over a sparkling waterfall and shirk who is the reincarnation of the Snow Queen.

It only ends in heart ache.

My prompts were Opossum, bon-bons, and consultation.

http://intelligentarborhead.tumblr.com/post/39630296695/prompt-drabble-thing

/hides under rock

I picked 'a gorgeous sunset over a sparkling waterfall' and came up with this sobfest. I give up.

I'll use these three prompts:

A sudden escape
A hectic conflict
A chance meeting

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(Sudden escape)

Kraig Lescarr had stiffened without warning, and his eyes seemed to lock in one position. His stillness drew the attention of the eight other prisoners.

It was almost as though he was preparing for something.

And preparing he was, as an ear-ringer of an explosion blasted through the silent forest. The cart seemed to be ripped away into a firey oblivion at every angle, and the nine occupants were thrown in every direction, some slamming into trees; others, the ground.

As the heavily dazed and confused prisoners tried to recover their senses, a second explosion sounded off, and every manner of weapon spun through the air.

Seth Beldan looked up as his sword nearly impaled him at the neck, and stumbled back, only to be clobbered by his incoming shield, which then bounced heavily against his armor, thus rendering him momentarily breathless; not for long, however, as he sprang forth and grabbed his weapon, then slid his arm through the straps of his shield and ran as fast as he could.

Denestra looked and saw Seth run past, but was knocked back onto his face as a third explosion went off, sending a piece of a wheel through the air that slammed into the back of his head. He was frighteningly still.

Seth's heart nearly stopped as he watched the boy, young enough to be called his son, go down and stay there. But, as he shouted Denestra's name and made to turn around, his arm was wrentched by Juden Praes.

"No! Leave him! If he isn't moving, there's nothing we can do for him!" The ex-soldier then shouldered his massive sword and ran quickly after the retreating, broadsword-carrying form of Kraig Lescarr.

Seth found himself torn between running and staying back to try and drag Denestra, but was eventually forced to realize that Juden, sadly, was correct, and ran.

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(hectic conflict)

Azin Realgia watched as the explosion within the gates triggered the guards, who opened the heavy portal and werenspeared immediately by arrows fired by Iris and Drake. Immediately, the mercenary charged in with sword drawn. The first soldier he saw found a sword through his back as Azin stabbed him from behind, then kicked him away in time to knock the knife out of the hands of his next foe - actually, he simply removed the man's hands altogether, but those were just details, right? Besides, by the time that argument could be made, he had already offed six more foes.

Drake and Ris seemed to have a problem with constantly being surrounded. Drake was trying as hard as he could not to use his secret alternative weapon, but he was running out of arrows, and the time it would take to draw his boot knife could be fatal. And it seemed that every man he killed was instantly replaced. On the other hand, Ris was very much abusing his powers to create doppelgangers as distractions so that he could snap necks from behind.

And as for Iris - well. Fate had finally decided that it remembered it hated her, and she was suddenly holding off twelve soldiers and three commanders on her own. For each one she damaged, another would try and swing, forcing her to dodge quickly, and then block the next combatant in the very same instant.

Iris didn't know her arms bent certain directions on their own.

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(chance meeting)

Sinclair walked slowly towards the tree. He was certain the noise had come from there.

In the blink of an eye, he darted around the corner and found the barrel of a rifle in his gut.

The man behind it was nearly faceless under his large, wool hood save for his mouth, and it was relaxed, as though emotionless. Small wisps of red hair poked out as well, and appeared ragged - like they were thinning and falling out.

Sinclair's eyes went to the rifle barrel against his stomach, and slowly looked up to the cloaked arms that were holding it. He could faintly see a sword at the man's belt, and could only imagine what other unpleasant secrets this stranger had up his sleeves - more literally than figuratively.

The hooded man pushed Sinclair back with his rifle.

"Easy, mate," he nearly whispered, "You wouldn't want to do anything stupid."

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So? Did I pass?

"Milady?" the dwarf asked, frosted beard dragging along the icy ground as he ventured near the throne. "The child is drawing closer."
The woman seated in the throne lurched up, raising one fine eyebrow and regarding the dwarf with clear blue eyes. "Which child?" she growled, voice like the howling wind of a snowstorm. Frissions of cold ran up and down the dwarf's spine and he resisted the urge to tremble.
"The... the human girl-child," he said.
The woman rose fluidly from her throne, drawing herself to her full height. Her dark skin and hair contrasted with her pale furred robes, which sparkled and tinkled like a million small icicles. Slowly, imperiously, she strode down the steps of the throne to the now quaking dwarf, a trail of frost following in her wake.
"You must stop her," she commanded in her icy, icy voice as one icicle-thin finger rested on his forehead, and the dwarf gulped and nodded.
"Yes ma'am," he said.
She smirked at him, almost wolf-like, and he could feel the beginnings of frostbite on his forehead from her touch.
"It'll be your heart next if you don't," she breathed.

...okay that wasn't brilliant. I just had Jadis going off in my head, and I liked the idea of a contrast between her skin tone and her clothing.
Also, it's not entirely related to Snow Queen, I suppose, given that I more or less skimmed the tale, but yeah.

Those are short stories or snippets based off of three prompts, such as (1) an umbrella (2) A washing machine (3) Christopher Robin.