Today I had an idea to start something the likes of which I haven't done in a while. A series of flash-fiction entries, similar to the old peril series from 2005.
This is as far as I got.
Twirling and dancing as thin ice groans and cracks under his feet. Not oblivious to the dangers, but spiteful of them.I think that I'm just not in the proper mood to write something like this. I really like the imagery that it brings to my head, though. So maybe I'll hang onto this idea for some later date.