Oh, I am so going to do this! These are exactly the kind of prompts that I enjoy; silly, a very hilarious outcome, and engaging to write!

Short story:

Once the world almost ended. The end.  

I love these!~

The girl oh-so-carefully pulled the pieces of toast out of the toaster. She gently spread them with mayonnaise, slathering each layer with care. She pulled out the roast beef, choosing only the finest meat and laying each strip with precision. And finally, she pulled out the spinach, arranging it in an artistic way. She picked up the top slice of bread, and, making sure she wasn't messing up the mayonnaise, she laid it on top.

Then she placed the sandwich on a plate, and went off to get a glass of freshly made lemonade. But when she returned, her beautiful, perfect, once-in-a-lifetime-good sandwich was gone.

She wanted to burst into tears.

Then, she noticed a message faintly scratched into the cutting board.

If you value your sandwich, follow the trail of red stuff that looks suspiciously like blood to Transylvania. Further instructions will await you there. This message will self destruct and probably set fire to your house in three... two.. one...

The girl rushed to throw the cutting board into the sink, running water over it as soon as it caught fire. She thought about it for a second, and decided that her beautiful, perfect, once-in-a-lifetime-good sandwich wasn't worth the trouble. Then she turned around. There, sitting on the opposite counter, was her sandwich. Next to it, there was a note.

Though it takes courage and determination to follow a trail of blood to Transylvania, it takes wisdom to know that a sandwich is just a sandwich.

Seven Letter Story: ( This is seriously all I can come up with, don't judge me XD)

Snowing.

Seven word story: We let go. 

Dictionary one: (Ha, The word I got was "souvenir")  

He sat there quietly. His hands were folded over his lap, and a resigned and small smile rested on his lips. Souvenir was sure they would return soon. In fact, he wasn't worried in the slightest. The air around him was dark and dusty, with only the thinnest slanting pane of moonlight to light up the space. He was rested upon a stool, a hard, wooden one with four stout legs and a circular seat. 

Souvenir stared forwards, feeling perfectly awake. It was laughable, even to him, that he felt so refreshed. Not many could go hundreds of years without even taking a short nap. But Souvenir was awake. He was patient. He was calm. He was certain they would cry with joy once they found him. After all, knowledge is the greatest treasure of all, and knowledge as ancient as his was even more precious. 

Souvenir let his eyes briefly drift up to the crumbled chip in the ceiling, his first sign in years that his keeping place would soon be discovered. The walls were weakened, battered by the endless scraping winds. Oh, yes, they would come back. They always do. 

The spirit of the book shifted his feet and resumed his position, a lone, still figure in a silent space. 

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That turned out a little... darker? More mysterious? than I thought. Maybe I can't write silly, oops. ^^" Maybe THAT'S my challenge to myself, to make all of these serious-ish and strange. 

The girl looked into the bread basket. Eeeeeew. Just that weird bread with bits of seeds in it that tasted disgusting. Well, it'd have to do. She sighed and picked it out, popped it in the toaster, and walked over to the fridge. She carefully inspected the contents, and selected peanut butter and rasberry jam from inside. She closed the door, trying to make as little sound as possible, and tip-toed over to the toaster, snatching the toasted toast from the toast-er just before the deafening 'ding!' and sighed. She had  saved the toast just in time. Amother moment and it would have made a 'ding!' in an annoyingly loud tone and would have woken up everyone else in the house. She grinned and carefully slathered butter onto the toast, careful to get the edges. A well-buttered toast is important in the sandwich-making procedure, she thought to herself in her most pretentious voice, and stifled a giggle.

Carefully she then spread the peanut-butter onto the toast, and quickly spread the jam after it, making sure there was just slightly more jam than PB. She then placed the other toasted and buttere and peanut-buttered and jammed side of the toast onto the other toast. Then squeezed the sandwich slightly to make sure it stuck, and placed it onto the plate. Perfection! She grabbed some milk from the rifrigerator, poured some into a glass, and shoved the milk back. She then served the plate onto the table and started to eat it. The sandwih, not the plate. She savoured the crunchiness until the end, and drank the milk carefully, making sure the milk-tosandwitch ratio was equal, and then sat back in happiness.

She sat there for a few moments, savouring the silence of early morning. Then she heard her family start to awake, and carefully washed up after herself.

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That was fun. XD I loved that! I write so much better on cricket than on my own. Welp, it's pretty late so I better gert ter berd.(Get to bed.) Hmm.... I think I might post my story-thing on cricket... mmmm..... interesting idea.... maaaaaybe. Well, I'm sure you guy would give amazing advice and help me not... um... forget about it comepletely and then ashamedly tuck  it into a corner, which, *Ahem* happens a lot. Plus you guys would have great ideas that I could steal with no copyright... I mean, uh, amazing inspiration. =)

Please feel free to post your own prompts as well!