Writing Intervals (make-up days)

I've lost touch with my 50 day writing challenge. Partly from being busy and prioritizing, partly because the prompts were getting kind of dull. So, to make up for lost time, and to spice this challenge up, I am about to perform a writing workout.

4 prompts: 5min on each prompt, 1min to polish and edit each

15. Write a story about a killer who is afraid of the dark.

Tom walked into the room. He could hear his victim snoring. The rhythmic sound soothed him as he approached the right side of the bed. The candle in the windowsill was Tom's only saving grace. Without it he wouldn't be creeping so confidently. The window, however, was open. And as Tom inched closer to the bed, knife in hand, a gust blew through the room, and out went the candle. Pitch black and cold, the room suddenly engulfed Tom and he felt like he sunk deep into the abyss. He ran out of the room and left his victim for another day. This time, the grace of the wind was in control, and Tom's slithery talents were scared off, by the dark. 

16. Wire a poem or a story about falling out of an airplane and onto the top of a very high building, and then falling off the building to your death.

The vaccum sucked
and out I flew
10,000 feet, with no parachute
I gained velocity
I approached a roof
on top the Empire State Building had room
I hit it with grace
the grace of a ragdoll
and down the side I slid
slidding back to a free-fall
down, down, down
to the busy city street
splat, splat, splat
I had broken in 3
I, myself, and me

17. Write a poem or story about holding your breathe until you pass out.

I've done it before
until my lungs got sore
5 minutes, no problem
6 minutes in store

at 4:58, I was still feeling great
5:10 - a new feeling set in
my eyes started bulging
my lungs kept on holding

10 seconds to go
will I make it?
unknown
lights out, without ever knowing

18. Write a story about being friends with President Lincoln and telling him not to go to Ford’s theater.

Mr Lincoln! I have a bad feeling about this.

Oh give me a break Cass, this play is the tits

No, No Abraham I fear it's your last...

My last what? You've left me agas

This feeling is strange, like you will not return

Please my dear young friend, come with me and learn

I'm not a big play guy Mr. Lincoln, you see, the theater can sometimes put me to sleep.

So you fear that this play won't keep me awake?

No, I fear there's a man, with bigger games at bay.