[WP] After the Dark Lord conquered the realm everything turns out really damn good.

"Hahaha-haha-haaaa!"

The sound of the laughter still echoes in my mind many years later, and a shiver went down my spine.

Nothing will ever take that chill of the memory away, even as I am sipping this orange juice spiked with coconut rum and vodka, with chunks of pineapple, finished off with a little pink umbrella off to the side in my cup.

Slurp!

"Mm, very good, thanks for making it, Bryce," I said, giving him a fiver.

"Anytime!" he said with a grin. "Still chasing that girl?"

"Yeah, she's deciding between either me or this jerk. I wouldn't be surprised if our Evil Overlord will pick him up suddenly one day because of how much of a creep he is."

"Careful there," the bartender said, looking around the tiki hut by the poolside. They were the only two out there. "You don't want to be picked up instead, do you?"

"Right," I said as my cheeks warmed, and not due to the drink. "I love this life now."

"We all do, until the day our Evil Overlord picks us up to do his bidding..."

"Hard to imagine that, only five years ago..." my voice then drops to a whisper, "Only five years ago, we were all hiding from him.... people were dying by the millions. Did you know that I actually met him seven years ago? That laugh of his... still causes me nightmares."

"Me too, buddy, me too..."

[WP] A fly lands on a table, starting a chain of events that gradually escalates to first degree murder

Sitting outside on a bench, a woman reading a book on her e-reader clicked the button to read the next page. A buzzing sound distracted her and she looked up in annoyance. She saw the fly land on the table and the woman scowled, and waved her hand in front of the fly to shoo it away.

The fly didn't move.

She flicked the fly with her finger, and hit a pebble off the table instead while the fly flew away.

The pebble hit the windshield of a Prius, distracting the driver from paying attention to the traffic. The driver honked, angry that a pebble dared to land on his windshield. The sound of the honking car startled the woman from her book, and saw the driver looking at her, both scowling.

She saw the passenger window roll down, and she raised an eyebrow at the young douche-looking man.

"Did you just throw a rock at my windshield? It came from your direction!"

"Well, sorry! I was trying to shoo away a fly. Just like you, so shoo," she said, flicking her finger like she had to the pebble.

His face turned purple, "Why you little bi--"

"Don't call me a bitch!" she cut him off, "You're the one who's afraid of dinging his precious car!"

He jumped out of his car and took his gun out in an instant, "Bitches never cut me off."

He pulled the trigger before she could respond to the threat. Screams went up around the scene as the driver emptied the shell out of the chamber, put it back in his holster and got back in the car, ignoring the commotion going on around him.

It was too bad that bitch had to take the fall-out of his temper after catching his wife cheating on him. That bitch.

[WP] In 100 words or less, make an inanimate object appear frightening without it being haunted

A bold red nineties phone sat on the moldy end table next to the arm chair. No light shined on it except for the soft reflection from the television, the TV set to mute. I stared at the phone, waiting for the moment. Its red color reminded me too much of what's in our body. The shrill ring sends chills up my spine.
He was coming, and he's never going to call me again.
A blood curling scream startled me and I sprang into action. I grabbed the phone to dial 911.